Tuesday, December 30, 2003
Ya'll don't even know how throwed my life is.
I'm sorry, probably about 3 people in the world understood that last sentence. Lemme try again:
My life is beyond strange sometimes.
- Sandy and I spent Christmas Eve at my mom's house. While we're there, my mom decides to show Sandy baby pictures of me....some of them featuring a naked David. Now, a naked David can be a wonderous, miraculous thing to behold. But not when the naked David is baby naked David. Taking a bath. ::shudder::
My mom then takes out another photorgraph and says it's of "my first husband." I'm thinking it's a picture of my dad.
Nope. It's John Travolta. Mixing drinks. Before Grease ever came out. Oh, and with really, really long hair.
That's right. My mom has a candid photo of John Travolta just lying around. Now, it wasn't actually my mom who took it. It was, in fact, my grandma. Which actually makes it even more bizarre.
- My mom also let us see pictures of Enron Field's opening day that she took for the Houston Sun. She was on the field, right next to Mark McGwire, snapping photos of him taking batting practice. Just surreal.
- Today I indexed the death certificates of Andrea Yates's children. Nobody else in the world can say that. They should be thankful for that.
Sometimes my life is more boring than Carson Daly. Sometimes, it's weirder than you could ever dream.
Dig The D
I'm sorry, probably about 3 people in the world understood that last sentence. Lemme try again:
My life is beyond strange sometimes.
- Sandy and I spent Christmas Eve at my mom's house. While we're there, my mom decides to show Sandy baby pictures of me....some of them featuring a naked David. Now, a naked David can be a wonderous, miraculous thing to behold. But not when the naked David is baby naked David. Taking a bath. ::shudder::
My mom then takes out another photorgraph and says it's of "my first husband." I'm thinking it's a picture of my dad.
Nope. It's John Travolta. Mixing drinks. Before Grease ever came out. Oh, and with really, really long hair.
That's right. My mom has a candid photo of John Travolta just lying around. Now, it wasn't actually my mom who took it. It was, in fact, my grandma. Which actually makes it even more bizarre.
- My mom also let us see pictures of Enron Field's opening day that she took for the Houston Sun. She was on the field, right next to Mark McGwire, snapping photos of him taking batting practice. Just surreal.
- Today I indexed the death certificates of Andrea Yates's children. Nobody else in the world can say that. They should be thankful for that.
Sometimes my life is more boring than Carson Daly. Sometimes, it's weirder than you could ever dream.
Dig The D
Saturday, December 27, 2003
Haven't posted in a bit.
Actually, good reason for it: I've been moving. Right now I live with my brother at the apartment complex he works at. Now, the manager of this complex used to be my mom. It now is not. Therefore, they have decided to charge us rent. Therefore, we need to move into a smaller unit. So there ya go. Moving sucks. We still aren't even done yet.
- I'd touch on the Mad Cow Disease scare, but really there's no need for me to do so. Unless of course it turns into Mad Chicken Disease. If that happens, Katie bar the door. I will freak the fuck out.
- The ignorance of a few of my co-workers never ceases to amaze me. One girl in particular makes the most asinine statements I have ever heard. Here's a few from the collection:
"If my mom hit me in the face with her fist, I wouldn't call the cops. Teaches me not to say somethin smart. If my son says something smart, he'll get the same."
"Why are you always asking me to prove things?"
"If he actually stood up to me, I wouldn't act like that towards him."
Sigh. Sometimes I worry that the stupid people in this country will multiply until they swallow the rest of us whole.
- I check the online diaries of my friends. In one case, I sometimes check the diary of a friend's boyfriend. His name is Colt, and I have not shared so much as a word with him at any time. However, he posted an interesting entry over at http://coltimus.diaryland.com/031221_9.html (will hotlink later). The part I want to talk about is the section that deals with the war in Iraq. I'd leave a comment on his site instead of talking about it here, but his site doesn't support that sort of thing. So, here we go:
"On that note, HURRAY we caught Saddam! The news channels herald this as our victory, and everyone forgets that we went to war with Iraq for all the wrong reasons. George would have us think it was for weapons of mass destruction, but as became abundantly evident, he was just picking a grudge. I am republican people, as Rachele can attest to. Even still, I don’t claim George Bush to represent me politically. I would like to speak with him personally, because he seems to be very dumb. I would hope in talking to him it would become clear that the most powerful person on the planet wasn’t as smart as a box of rocks.
Even though I just said it was a bad thing, Saddam was a bad person and needed to be taken out of office. George knew he wouldn’t get support if he just came out and said that, he needed to use 9-11 tactics to win support. Very shady Mr. Bush, using rhetorical devices and paranoia to win our support for your agenda, shame."
First off, to say that the news channels have "heralded this as our victory" is not quite the case. The media has done their best to spin the Saddam capturing negatively, going so far as to claim that Bush has had Saddam in custody for months and was waiting for an oppotune moment to reveal his capture.
As for the main point....people, please go back and reread Bush's speeches to the nation leading up to the war. At no point did Bush say we were going in because Saddam had weapons of mass destruction. His position from the very start has been that Saddam has interfered with inspectors who were trying to ascertain whether or not he had them. All of our intelligence indicated that he had them (even Clinton said this at times). He was most definately attempting to acquire them.
Here are the reasons we went into Iraq:
1. At multiple times over the last decade, Saddam violated the cease fire agreement that ended the Gulf War by impeding the progress of U.N. inspectors.
2. Saddam was trying to acquire WMDs, and may even have had some in his possession.
3. Since Saddam was not allowing us to confirm that he had no WMDs, we could not know for sure. And since Saddam had shown a both willingness to use WMDs and a hatred for the U.S., this country could not wait for an imminant threat from Iraq.
4. Back when 9/11 first happened, President Bush said to the world that any nation that commits or plots acts of terrorism against the U.S., or harbors terrorists wanted by the U.S. would be immediately targeted by our armed forces.
These are the reasons we went into Iraq. We didn't go into Iraq because Bush had a vendetta (and for crying out loud, would you blame him if he did? Saddam tried to KILL A FORMER PRESIDENT. We should've taken him out right then and there for that cute little move). We didn't go into Iraq because we wanted to occupy a soverign nation (When has that EVER been a goal of the U.S.? At multiple times in our history we have beaten nations in war, occupied them for a short while, them withdrawn. We're one of the only countries that can say that.) We didn't go into Iraq for the oil. (It's not like we don't have our own you know. We just use the Middle Eastern oil so we don't have to use ours unless we have to.) We didn't go into Iraq because we were trying to be liberators. We went because if we didn't, Saddam Hussein likely would have become the next Hitler and tried to destroy America.
The fact that Saddam can no longer torture, rape, and kill hundreds of thousands of his own people for pleasure is a wonderful bonus.
Dig The D
Actually, good reason for it: I've been moving. Right now I live with my brother at the apartment complex he works at. Now, the manager of this complex used to be my mom. It now is not. Therefore, they have decided to charge us rent. Therefore, we need to move into a smaller unit. So there ya go. Moving sucks. We still aren't even done yet.
- I'd touch on the Mad Cow Disease scare, but really there's no need for me to do so. Unless of course it turns into Mad Chicken Disease. If that happens, Katie bar the door. I will freak the fuck out.
- The ignorance of a few of my co-workers never ceases to amaze me. One girl in particular makes the most asinine statements I have ever heard. Here's a few from the collection:
"If my mom hit me in the face with her fist, I wouldn't call the cops. Teaches me not to say somethin smart. If my son says something smart, he'll get the same."
"Why are you always asking me to prove things?"
"If he actually stood up to me, I wouldn't act like that towards him."
Sigh. Sometimes I worry that the stupid people in this country will multiply until they swallow the rest of us whole.
- I check the online diaries of my friends. In one case, I sometimes check the diary of a friend's boyfriend. His name is Colt, and I have not shared so much as a word with him at any time. However, he posted an interesting entry over at http://coltimus.diaryland.com/031221_9.html (will hotlink later). The part I want to talk about is the section that deals with the war in Iraq. I'd leave a comment on his site instead of talking about it here, but his site doesn't support that sort of thing. So, here we go:
"On that note, HURRAY we caught Saddam! The news channels herald this as our victory, and everyone forgets that we went to war with Iraq for all the wrong reasons. George would have us think it was for weapons of mass destruction, but as became abundantly evident, he was just picking a grudge. I am republican people, as Rachele can attest to. Even still, I don’t claim George Bush to represent me politically. I would like to speak with him personally, because he seems to be very dumb. I would hope in talking to him it would become clear that the most powerful person on the planet wasn’t as smart as a box of rocks.
Even though I just said it was a bad thing, Saddam was a bad person and needed to be taken out of office. George knew he wouldn’t get support if he just came out and said that, he needed to use 9-11 tactics to win support. Very shady Mr. Bush, using rhetorical devices and paranoia to win our support for your agenda, shame."
First off, to say that the news channels have "heralded this as our victory" is not quite the case. The media has done their best to spin the Saddam capturing negatively, going so far as to claim that Bush has had Saddam in custody for months and was waiting for an oppotune moment to reveal his capture.
As for the main point....people, please go back and reread Bush's speeches to the nation leading up to the war. At no point did Bush say we were going in because Saddam had weapons of mass destruction. His position from the very start has been that Saddam has interfered with inspectors who were trying to ascertain whether or not he had them. All of our intelligence indicated that he had them (even Clinton said this at times). He was most definately attempting to acquire them.
Here are the reasons we went into Iraq:
1. At multiple times over the last decade, Saddam violated the cease fire agreement that ended the Gulf War by impeding the progress of U.N. inspectors.
2. Saddam was trying to acquire WMDs, and may even have had some in his possession.
3. Since Saddam was not allowing us to confirm that he had no WMDs, we could not know for sure. And since Saddam had shown a both willingness to use WMDs and a hatred for the U.S., this country could not wait for an imminant threat from Iraq.
4. Back when 9/11 first happened, President Bush said to the world that any nation that commits or plots acts of terrorism against the U.S., or harbors terrorists wanted by the U.S. would be immediately targeted by our armed forces.
These are the reasons we went into Iraq. We didn't go into Iraq because Bush had a vendetta (and for crying out loud, would you blame him if he did? Saddam tried to KILL A FORMER PRESIDENT. We should've taken him out right then and there for that cute little move). We didn't go into Iraq because we wanted to occupy a soverign nation (When has that EVER been a goal of the U.S.? At multiple times in our history we have beaten nations in war, occupied them for a short while, them withdrawn. We're one of the only countries that can say that.) We didn't go into Iraq for the oil. (It's not like we don't have our own you know. We just use the Middle Eastern oil so we don't have to use ours unless we have to.) We didn't go into Iraq because we were trying to be liberators. We went because if we didn't, Saddam Hussein likely would have become the next Hitler and tried to destroy America.
The fact that Saddam can no longer torture, rape, and kill hundreds of thousands of his own people for pleasure is a wonderful bonus.
Dig The D
Saturday, December 20, 2003
Small post today. Really.
Tommorrow I'm going to my cousin's....uh.....it's something Mexican, when you turn 15 and you do a dance. Sandy can help me out here. I can pronounce it, but I'm too chicken to try and spell it. Anyway, my cousin Amanda is half Mexican, so that's what I'm doing tommorrow. Of course, Sandy is tagging along. As you can imagine, the last thing she expected us to be doing is going to a Mexican dance for a cousin of mine. David Key is full of surprises, I tells ya.
I'll do a nice long post tommorrow. Be here or be trapezodial.
Dig The D
Tommorrow I'm going to my cousin's....uh.....it's something Mexican, when you turn 15 and you do a dance. Sandy can help me out here. I can pronounce it, but I'm too chicken to try and spell it. Anyway, my cousin Amanda is half Mexican, so that's what I'm doing tommorrow. Of course, Sandy is tagging along. As you can imagine, the last thing she expected us to be doing is going to a Mexican dance for a cousin of mine. David Key is full of surprises, I tells ya.
I'll do a nice long post tommorrow. Be here or be trapezodial.
Dig The D
Friday, December 19, 2003
Yo yo yo.
Haven't written in a while, due to a combination of my computer sucking and coming to the realization that writing as much as I was as often as I was writing it was going to lead to me getting burnt out. It's probably better that I write smaller entries for now, so that's what I'll do. I'll save the large entries for the weekends.
So I'm at work listening to talk radio, and as we're winding down I hear a story that a principal for a public school removed a nativity scene that the parents put on display. She gave the reason that it promoted Christianity. However, when asked why a menorah (sp?) was allowed to stay, she replied: "Well, Judaism isn't just a religion. It's a culture."
Sigh.
While I don't believe that the government should not let schools preach any religion, there is nothing wrong with the parent and student body pracitising a religion. I mean, are we that afraid of Christianity? I know that a lot of them believe some stupid things (Homosexuals are sinners, God will do everything for you), but most of them are tolerant of others in spite of this. Let people practice what they like. I don't mind preaching, as long as it isn't a government body itself doing the preaching.
You know what's sad? I mentioned this to the people I work with, and a couple of them said "What's your point?" My boss said I need to get out more. This is the second time he has said something stupid like that. The first was when I mentioned that there was an article posted by a day shift worker that stated that "An argument could legitimately be made that it is the secular humanists in this country who are intolerant."
That happened a week ago, and wow did it piss me off. Not the letter so much. The letter annoyed me. What pissed me off was my co-workers' reactions to my mention that I didn't like the letter. For one thing, they didn't seem to understand what a secular humanist is. I ended up just saying "Think athiest." One girl said that the above sentence was "only talking about the intolerant humanists."
In other words, she was arguing that the subject of the above sentence was "the secular humanists in this country who are intolerant." Well, if that's the case, then if we replace those words with the word "them", the sentence should still make sense. (Rachele, let me know if I'm right here.)
Let's try it: "An argument could legitimately be made that them."
Hey, that makes no sense!
And yet when I tried to explain this to her, she said that that was my opinion of what the words meant.
People, there are opinons, and there are fucking facts. That sentence is calling all secular humanists intolerant. This is a fucking fact. How can you intelligently debate someone who can't even comprehend that?
The article in question then went on to say that secular humanists "went through life with a chip on their shoulder." It argued that they are miserable, and they want to make everyone else miserable.
Only one person in that office could understand why that offeneded me. In fact, she was the only one who was able to understand how to read English.
The girl we were talking about earlier had the balls to say that I was being intolerant because I was trying to have something taken down that expressed an opinion I didn't agree with. Of course, I hadn't really tried to have it taken down: I had mentioned it to my boss because my former supervisor asked me to, and that was it. More importantly, there is a world of difference between an opinion I disagree with (and there were many more articles posted that I disagreed with but never said anything about) and one that makes blanket prejudicial statements about a group of people. I wasn't bitching and crying about it, but I believe I had the right to be at least annoyed about it.
An older woman kept asking me "But what are you going to do about it?" "Well, eventually I'm going to try and help people understand why thinking like that is so dangerous." "But what are you going to do about it now?" "Uh, nothing right now, but..." "Then stop stressing over it."
I hadn't been stressing about it, but my coworkers were starting to get on my nerves.
Then, my new supervisor had this brillant observation:
"You need to get laid more often. Go out and get drunk or something this weekend."
This is where I draw the fucking line. Right here.
I am perfectly satisfied with my life. I have a great girlfriend and great friends, and when I feel like it I go out and I have fun. I never hold onto negative feelings for very long. So to say something like this to me is to be an ignorant fool.
You do not know me. You do not know who I am. You do not know where I have been. If I say that something bothers me, and you can't understand why, fine. Let it go. But this bullshit will not continue.
You are living through life with blinders on. You cannot bring yourself to look beyond your own life. You are so wrapped up in your own little world that you can't be bothered to care about the world around you.
Well, I can. I am not so arrogant that I believe the only things worth caring about are the things that happen to me.
However, I am arrogant enough to believe that I can change what happens around me, no matter how big it is. I am also arrogant enough to not give a fuck what you think I should do. You go on ahead and leave your head buried in the sand. That way, you won't notice when I pass your ass up.
So much for not writing so much today....
Dig The D
Haven't written in a while, due to a combination of my computer sucking and coming to the realization that writing as much as I was as often as I was writing it was going to lead to me getting burnt out. It's probably better that I write smaller entries for now, so that's what I'll do. I'll save the large entries for the weekends.
So I'm at work listening to talk radio, and as we're winding down I hear a story that a principal for a public school removed a nativity scene that the parents put on display. She gave the reason that it promoted Christianity. However, when asked why a menorah (sp?) was allowed to stay, she replied: "Well, Judaism isn't just a religion. It's a culture."
Sigh.
While I don't believe that the government should not let schools preach any religion, there is nothing wrong with the parent and student body pracitising a religion. I mean, are we that afraid of Christianity? I know that a lot of them believe some stupid things (Homosexuals are sinners, God will do everything for you), but most of them are tolerant of others in spite of this. Let people practice what they like. I don't mind preaching, as long as it isn't a government body itself doing the preaching.
You know what's sad? I mentioned this to the people I work with, and a couple of them said "What's your point?" My boss said I need to get out more. This is the second time he has said something stupid like that. The first was when I mentioned that there was an article posted by a day shift worker that stated that "An argument could legitimately be made that it is the secular humanists in this country who are intolerant."
That happened a week ago, and wow did it piss me off. Not the letter so much. The letter annoyed me. What pissed me off was my co-workers' reactions to my mention that I didn't like the letter. For one thing, they didn't seem to understand what a secular humanist is. I ended up just saying "Think athiest." One girl said that the above sentence was "only talking about the intolerant humanists."
In other words, she was arguing that the subject of the above sentence was "the secular humanists in this country who are intolerant." Well, if that's the case, then if we replace those words with the word "them", the sentence should still make sense. (Rachele, let me know if I'm right here.)
Let's try it: "An argument could legitimately be made that them."
Hey, that makes no sense!
And yet when I tried to explain this to her, she said that that was my opinion of what the words meant.
People, there are opinons, and there are fucking facts. That sentence is calling all secular humanists intolerant. This is a fucking fact. How can you intelligently debate someone who can't even comprehend that?
The article in question then went on to say that secular humanists "went through life with a chip on their shoulder." It argued that they are miserable, and they want to make everyone else miserable.
Only one person in that office could understand why that offeneded me. In fact, she was the only one who was able to understand how to read English.
The girl we were talking about earlier had the balls to say that I was being intolerant because I was trying to have something taken down that expressed an opinion I didn't agree with. Of course, I hadn't really tried to have it taken down: I had mentioned it to my boss because my former supervisor asked me to, and that was it. More importantly, there is a world of difference between an opinion I disagree with (and there were many more articles posted that I disagreed with but never said anything about) and one that makes blanket prejudicial statements about a group of people. I wasn't bitching and crying about it, but I believe I had the right to be at least annoyed about it.
An older woman kept asking me "But what are you going to do about it?" "Well, eventually I'm going to try and help people understand why thinking like that is so dangerous." "But what are you going to do about it now?" "Uh, nothing right now, but..." "Then stop stressing over it."
I hadn't been stressing about it, but my coworkers were starting to get on my nerves.
Then, my new supervisor had this brillant observation:
"You need to get laid more often. Go out and get drunk or something this weekend."
This is where I draw the fucking line. Right here.
I am perfectly satisfied with my life. I have a great girlfriend and great friends, and when I feel like it I go out and I have fun. I never hold onto negative feelings for very long. So to say something like this to me is to be an ignorant fool.
You do not know me. You do not know who I am. You do not know where I have been. If I say that something bothers me, and you can't understand why, fine. Let it go. But this bullshit will not continue.
You are living through life with blinders on. You cannot bring yourself to look beyond your own life. You are so wrapped up in your own little world that you can't be bothered to care about the world around you.
Well, I can. I am not so arrogant that I believe the only things worth caring about are the things that happen to me.
However, I am arrogant enough to believe that I can change what happens around me, no matter how big it is. I am also arrogant enough to not give a fuck what you think I should do. You go on ahead and leave your head buried in the sand. That way, you won't notice when I pass your ass up.
So much for not writing so much today....
Dig The D
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Okay, so I lied.
I said I was going to update yesterday, and I didn't. Sorry.
However, I have an excellent reason for not doing so: my computer has shit itself. Until I figure out what's going on and how to fix it, I have to do some computer acrobatics just to get AOL to run. And since I don't trust the system to not suddenly reboot, I really don't want to try and write a David-sized blog entry right now. Just be patient, and I'll get back to it.
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I said I was going to update yesterday, and I didn't. Sorry.
However, I have an excellent reason for not doing so: my computer has shit itself. Until I figure out what's going on and how to fix it, I have to do some computer acrobatics just to get AOL to run. And since I don't trust the system to not suddenly reboot, I really don't want to try and write a David-sized blog entry right now. Just be patient, and I'll get back to it.
Dig The D
Saturday, December 13, 2003
I'm really pissed off right now.
Tommorrow I'll write an entry on why. But right now even thinking about what's pissing me off makes me, uh, pissed off. So tommorrow it is.
Tommorrow I'll write an entry on why. But right now even thinking about what's pissing me off makes me, uh, pissed off. So tommorrow it is.
Friday, December 12, 2003
Welcome to the Key Nation. Short entry tonight, as I haven't put nearly enough time into Final Fantasy X-2 lately.
- In a previous entry, I countered an argument put forth by William Savage, a talk show host that's on 950 KPRC from 9 PM-12 AM. His argument was that America's pornography and decadent lifestyle was mostly to blame for 9/11.
Well, tonight someone called in and mentioned that these same terrorists had killed about a million black Christians in Sudan, a country that is at about the same level as Afghanistan. You know what Mr. Savage's response was?
He said that he hadn't considered that, and that his theory was likely wrong.
See, that's why I listen to talk radio. Even the most irrational hosts will change their positions if you come at them with facts. Hell yeah.
- I took my dad to the DPS office so he could take a motorcycle license test. The test proctor sat in the car with me while my dad stayed ahead of us, directed which way to turn according to whether I honked once or twice.
My dad failed the test. The instructor gave the following reasons as to why:
1. He was told not to pull to the side of the road if a car got between him and myself. Two cars ended up getting between us, and my dad pulled over. Therefore, he did not follow directions.
2. My dad could not hear me honking the horn to turn on the street she wanted us to turn on.
Note that there's no mention of whether or not my dad had proven himself capable of handling a motorcycle. That is unspeakably stupid. Even better, there's this exchange between me and the instructor:
Instructor: The speed limit's 30. Please move us closer.
Me: Oh, well I like to leave two car lengths between myself and the vehicle in front of me.
Instructor: Well, I don't care, I need you closer.
I guess safety is not nearly as important as doing whatever this woman tells you to do. What a fucking farce of a test.
- Sandy and I are going to play Putt Putt golf again on Saturday, and damnit *I* want to hit the hole in one!
Gonna hit the PS2 now. Have a good day.
Dig The D
- In a previous entry, I countered an argument put forth by William Savage, a talk show host that's on 950 KPRC from 9 PM-12 AM. His argument was that America's pornography and decadent lifestyle was mostly to blame for 9/11.
Well, tonight someone called in and mentioned that these same terrorists had killed about a million black Christians in Sudan, a country that is at about the same level as Afghanistan. You know what Mr. Savage's response was?
He said that he hadn't considered that, and that his theory was likely wrong.
See, that's why I listen to talk radio. Even the most irrational hosts will change their positions if you come at them with facts. Hell yeah.
- I took my dad to the DPS office so he could take a motorcycle license test. The test proctor sat in the car with me while my dad stayed ahead of us, directed which way to turn according to whether I honked once or twice.
My dad failed the test. The instructor gave the following reasons as to why:
1. He was told not to pull to the side of the road if a car got between him and myself. Two cars ended up getting between us, and my dad pulled over. Therefore, he did not follow directions.
2. My dad could not hear me honking the horn to turn on the street she wanted us to turn on.
Note that there's no mention of whether or not my dad had proven himself capable of handling a motorcycle. That is unspeakably stupid. Even better, there's this exchange between me and the instructor:
Instructor: The speed limit's 30. Please move us closer.
Me: Oh, well I like to leave two car lengths between myself and the vehicle in front of me.
Instructor: Well, I don't care, I need you closer.
I guess safety is not nearly as important as doing whatever this woman tells you to do. What a fucking farce of a test.
- Sandy and I are going to play Putt Putt golf again on Saturday, and damnit *I* want to hit the hole in one!
Gonna hit the PS2 now. Have a good day.
Dig The D
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Yesterday, I stated I was going to share a discussion I had with a few of my coworkers, but since I am wacky and unpredictable I think I'll talk about the past few hours instead.
It's 11:45 pm, and I'm at work. Our supervisor Jim tells us he smells gas, the fire department shows up, yada-yada-yada....we get to leave at midnight, an hour and a half early. So my coworker Molly decides that some of us should chill at her place and watch Gothika. She invites me along, and I accept out of boredom. I follow the gang (Molly, Brenda, Stephanie, Julio, and Pierre) to her place.
Julio and Pierre then proceed to break out the weed.
For the record, here's my personal history in regards to marijuana. My parents smoked it before I came along, smoked it after I was born for a while, and then my mom claims she wanted my dad to stop. So, with a few exceptions (for some reason, one Christmas Day was one of those exceptions....my parents are weird) they stopped. My brother ended up getting sick, and after he got out of the hospital he started smoking regularly. My mom smoked a couple of times with my stepdad, and now she smokes with my brother.
I have never tried it before. There's a number of reasons why, but really it boils down to three:
1. I don't want to risk becoming addicted.
2. I don't have any particular desire to alter my personality.
3. Because I can.
Oddly enough, the third one seems to have the most weight with me. I simply do not want to try smoking weed to impress anybody. No amount of bitching and calling me a "hata" is going to convince me to smoke, so I fail to see why people keep trying.
But oh, do they keep trying. It seems that every time I'm around smokers, they always have to try really hard to get me to smoke. I don't even have to be the only non-smoker around. It's always me they go after. It's like they sense that I'm resisting because I don't want to do what everyone else is doing, and it makes convincing me to smoke a much more noble goal. "Be the one that finally brings David down from his pedestal! Others have tried and failed, but maybe *you'll* be the one that will win our crusade. He'll break, we know it"
Look, you're not going to get me to smoke. It would take a very specific set of circumstances for me to even consider it, and I guarantee you that if you're trying to get me to smoke, then you are not one who can bring those circumstances about. So stop trying already.
The weird thing is that I have no moral objections to marijuana. Yeah, it's illegal, and there's a lot of people who let weed become more important than anything else. But there's a lot of habits out there that if left unchecked will destroy your life. In moderation, marijuana is a lot more harmless than, say, alcohol, a perfectly legal substance. I just have no desire to use it myself.
That being said, it's not like my coworkers were really pressing. They just kept bringing it up, and while I can't say it bothered me, it did make me feel a bit weird at the time.
Oddly enough, Brenda, a girl who is getting married in three weeks in a Christian ceremony that isn't even allowing dancing, was smoking the most weed tonight. On second thought, maybe that's not so odd. Maybe that's just how a person acts when the burden placed on them to act a certain way becomes too heavy. I've found that forcing your children to live their life a certain way without giving them room to find themselves only leads to them venting that frustration in negative ways.
Don't give orders to your kids. Teach them. Help them figure it out. Then get the hell out of their way. Do this, and your kid has the best chance to mature into a responsible young adult.
You don't have to listen to me, of course. It's your call. I'm just trying to prevent your kid from becoming the kind of person that calls me a "hata" because I'm not toking with him.
It's 11:45 pm, and I'm at work. Our supervisor Jim tells us he smells gas, the fire department shows up, yada-yada-yada....we get to leave at midnight, an hour and a half early. So my coworker Molly decides that some of us should chill at her place and watch Gothika. She invites me along, and I accept out of boredom. I follow the gang (Molly, Brenda, Stephanie, Julio, and Pierre) to her place.
Julio and Pierre then proceed to break out the weed.
For the record, here's my personal history in regards to marijuana. My parents smoked it before I came along, smoked it after I was born for a while, and then my mom claims she wanted my dad to stop. So, with a few exceptions (for some reason, one Christmas Day was one of those exceptions....my parents are weird) they stopped. My brother ended up getting sick, and after he got out of the hospital he started smoking regularly. My mom smoked a couple of times with my stepdad, and now she smokes with my brother.
I have never tried it before. There's a number of reasons why, but really it boils down to three:
1. I don't want to risk becoming addicted.
2. I don't have any particular desire to alter my personality.
3. Because I can.
Oddly enough, the third one seems to have the most weight with me. I simply do not want to try smoking weed to impress anybody. No amount of bitching and calling me a "hata" is going to convince me to smoke, so I fail to see why people keep trying.
But oh, do they keep trying. It seems that every time I'm around smokers, they always have to try really hard to get me to smoke. I don't even have to be the only non-smoker around. It's always me they go after. It's like they sense that I'm resisting because I don't want to do what everyone else is doing, and it makes convincing me to smoke a much more noble goal. "Be the one that finally brings David down from his pedestal! Others have tried and failed, but maybe *you'll* be the one that will win our crusade. He'll break, we know it"
Look, you're not going to get me to smoke. It would take a very specific set of circumstances for me to even consider it, and I guarantee you that if you're trying to get me to smoke, then you are not one who can bring those circumstances about. So stop trying already.
The weird thing is that I have no moral objections to marijuana. Yeah, it's illegal, and there's a lot of people who let weed become more important than anything else. But there's a lot of habits out there that if left unchecked will destroy your life. In moderation, marijuana is a lot more harmless than, say, alcohol, a perfectly legal substance. I just have no desire to use it myself.
That being said, it's not like my coworkers were really pressing. They just kept bringing it up, and while I can't say it bothered me, it did make me feel a bit weird at the time.
Oddly enough, Brenda, a girl who is getting married in three weeks in a Christian ceremony that isn't even allowing dancing, was smoking the most weed tonight. On second thought, maybe that's not so odd. Maybe that's just how a person acts when the burden placed on them to act a certain way becomes too heavy. I've found that forcing your children to live their life a certain way without giving them room to find themselves only leads to them venting that frustration in negative ways.
Don't give orders to your kids. Teach them. Help them figure it out. Then get the hell out of their way. Do this, and your kid has the best chance to mature into a responsible young adult.
You don't have to listen to me, of course. It's your call. I'm just trying to prevent your kid from becoming the kind of person that calls me a "hata" because I'm not toking with him.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Personal time:
- I love the people that I work with. They're fun, nice, and wacky. That's exactly how I am, so it works out lovely. However, sometimes their ignorance really bothers me. For one thing, a lot of them are big Bible-thumpers, and while they won't go harrassing gay people for example, they do believe that homosexuality is a sin. They are scared to death of gay marriages, and they even want to go so far as to outlaw sodomy.
Just let it go. Homosexuality has been around for hundreds of years, and it isn't going anywhere. Just let it go. What a person decides to do in their own bed is their own business.
Just let it go. Every citizen in this country has the right to decide for themselves what is and is not immoral, as long as it does not interfere with someone else's morality.
Let it the fuck go already. I'm sick of hearing about how gays are sinners. I do not care what the bible says is immoral. I am not going to go by a book that is silly enough to declare having sex with a woman on her period a sin. (Whether or not it's gross is irrelevant. And apologies to those who were trying to eat while reading that sentence.)
- Okay, I'm done for the night. I think tommorrow I'll share a discussion a few of my coworkers and I had about O.J. Simpson that will be very enlightning. Who knows, maybe I won't even mention politics.
No guarantees, of course. I answer to no one. Mwahaha!
::silly smug mode off::
Dig The D.
- I love the people that I work with. They're fun, nice, and wacky. That's exactly how I am, so it works out lovely. However, sometimes their ignorance really bothers me. For one thing, a lot of them are big Bible-thumpers, and while they won't go harrassing gay people for example, they do believe that homosexuality is a sin. They are scared to death of gay marriages, and they even want to go so far as to outlaw sodomy.
Just let it go. Homosexuality has been around for hundreds of years, and it isn't going anywhere. Just let it go. What a person decides to do in their own bed is their own business.
Just let it go. Every citizen in this country has the right to decide for themselves what is and is not immoral, as long as it does not interfere with someone else's morality.
Let it the fuck go already. I'm sick of hearing about how gays are sinners. I do not care what the bible says is immoral. I am not going to go by a book that is silly enough to declare having sex with a woman on her period a sin. (Whether or not it's gross is irrelevant. And apologies to those who were trying to eat while reading that sentence.)
- Okay, I'm done for the night. I think tommorrow I'll share a discussion a few of my coworkers and I had about O.J. Simpson that will be very enlightning. Who knows, maybe I won't even mention politics.
No guarantees, of course. I answer to no one. Mwahaha!
::silly smug mode off::
Dig The D.
Okay, enough politics. Let's move on.
- I saw Phone Booth over the weekend, and I was floored. This is one of those movies that, in just about any sense of the word, is a huge success. It did well at the box office, it had a low budget (It was shot in a few days with only one principal set), and it had great artistic merit. That's exactly the kind of movies that Hollywood needs more of. If you stop blowing $100 million on crappy scripts, and instead spend $10-$20 million on a great script that can be easily produced, the profits will come flowing in. Hollywood has yet to learn that lesson, and it might very well destroy the industry if they aren't careful.
- A question for Garry Hunsicker, Astros GM: Why did you need our money for a new stadium if you can afford to pay Brad Ausmus, the worst hitting catcher in the majors, $4 million for two years? And I'm sick of hearing the "he's like another coach in the way he handles our young pitchers" line. If he's that valuable a coach, then hire him as a damn coach. That way, we get all of the benefits of Ausmus's rad coaching skillz while not having to hear "Brad Ausmus grounds out to second" four times a night.
In fact, you apparently have so much money that flushing $1.2 million down the toilet that is Jose Vizcaino doesn't mean anything to you. He doesn't hit well enough to play second. He sure as hell doesn't hit well enough to play third. He plays neither one of those positions well enough to serve as a useful defensive replacement, especially with Geoff Blum already serving that role (if Jimy Williams has finally recovered from that attack of the dumbass he had last season, during which he thought that a utility infielder with no power was worth playing over a young slugger who had 26 home runs in limited playing time.) And the only position he's worth playing at, shortstop, is already filled by a player who hits as well as he does while playing better defense. So he can't really play there either. The Houston Astros have no need for Jose Vizcaino.
Again, I ask: why are we paying millions of dollars to players we have no need for? And if we really don't care about how much we spend, then why did we need to dump Billy Wagner, the third best reliever in all of baseball who regularly hits 100 MPH, off on the Phillies? I could've sworn that was to shave his $9 million salary off our payroll so we could go after Andy Pettitte.
So why throw $3.2 million down the toilet?
The Astros are so close to being a great organization. It's dumb moves like this that keep us from getting there.
- I saw Phone Booth over the weekend, and I was floored. This is one of those movies that, in just about any sense of the word, is a huge success. It did well at the box office, it had a low budget (It was shot in a few days with only one principal set), and it had great artistic merit. That's exactly the kind of movies that Hollywood needs more of. If you stop blowing $100 million on crappy scripts, and instead spend $10-$20 million on a great script that can be easily produced, the profits will come flowing in. Hollywood has yet to learn that lesson, and it might very well destroy the industry if they aren't careful.
- A question for Garry Hunsicker, Astros GM: Why did you need our money for a new stadium if you can afford to pay Brad Ausmus, the worst hitting catcher in the majors, $4 million for two years? And I'm sick of hearing the "he's like another coach in the way he handles our young pitchers" line. If he's that valuable a coach, then hire him as a damn coach. That way, we get all of the benefits of Ausmus's rad coaching skillz while not having to hear "Brad Ausmus grounds out to second" four times a night.
In fact, you apparently have so much money that flushing $1.2 million down the toilet that is Jose Vizcaino doesn't mean anything to you. He doesn't hit well enough to play second. He sure as hell doesn't hit well enough to play third. He plays neither one of those positions well enough to serve as a useful defensive replacement, especially with Geoff Blum already serving that role (if Jimy Williams has finally recovered from that attack of the dumbass he had last season, during which he thought that a utility infielder with no power was worth playing over a young slugger who had 26 home runs in limited playing time.) And the only position he's worth playing at, shortstop, is already filled by a player who hits as well as he does while playing better defense. So he can't really play there either. The Houston Astros have no need for Jose Vizcaino.
Again, I ask: why are we paying millions of dollars to players we have no need for? And if we really don't care about how much we spend, then why did we need to dump Billy Wagner, the third best reliever in all of baseball who regularly hits 100 MPH, off on the Phillies? I could've sworn that was to shave his $9 million salary off our payroll so we could go after Andy Pettitte.
So why throw $3.2 million down the toilet?
The Astros are so close to being a great organization. It's dumb moves like this that keep us from getting there.
Hi, I'm David Key, and you're not.
- First off, let me take this opportunity to pimp Final Fantasy X-2, the first ever direct sequel to a Final Fantasy game. Now, Final Fantasy X had a fairly serious tone running through it. For the sequel, Squaresoft went way into left field and turned its main characters into some strange version of the Charlie's Angels. Can't complain, as the game is extremely fun. I've been playing it every chance I get since I bought it. Go Gullwings!
Okay, I've been hampering to hit some more politics, so here we go...
- Al Gore endorsing Democratic nominee candidate Howard Dean. People, Al Gore is a fucking joke. The man is nothing but a politician, throwing his beliefs away in order to win higher offices. He isn't loyal to the people who vote for him. He's loyal to his party, and he can't even do THAT properly when you consider that Gore didn't even bother to let his former running mate Sen. Lieberman know about this ahead of time. How do you do that to someone who backed you the way Lieberman did? What a scumbag.
- As for Howard Dean....he's a raving lunatic. His whole appeal is that he has always been against the war. If he wins, he plans on withdrawing our troops from Iraq immediately, which communicates just how little Dean understands this war. While I have my criticisms on how we're handling Iraq (One valid point brought up by Newt Gingrich is that if a foreigner was making weekly addresses to the nation on our policies, would we see that foreigner as a liberator or a occupier?), pulling out of Iraq entirely without finishing the job is unbelieveably stupid. If we do that, whatever government we leave in place will immediately be taken out by the forces of the former regime, and we'll be right back where we started. Look, if you want a plan on what we should do, take a look at this:
Hunt out any remaining Hussein-loyal forces and eliminate them.
Gather up a group of Iraqis and help them build a new government.
Remove our troops from Iraq, but station a small garrison under the provisional command of the new Iraqi government until they are strong enough to stand on their own.
As for the detractors of the war....have any of them come up with an alternative proposal for Iraq?
- Oh, wait, Hilary F'N Clinton has this gem:
(paraphrased) Create an international organization dedicated to helping out in Iraq. This will allow other countries to have cover when they decide to come in.
Huh? What the hell? Never mind that we already have two such organizations in the U.N. and N.A.T.O. Why would countries need cover to come into Iraq? So it won't look like they'll be helping us? You'd think they'd be chomping at the bit to get in on the action so that they can have a voice in what goes on down there. But if they don't want to help us, then they don't have to.
Look, it's obvious that Hilary's trying to play both sides. That's what she does. But you'd think we would know better than to let a Clinton get involved in the war on terror. It's been glossed over by the media, but Bill Clinton had THREE chances to nab Osama bin Laden before September 11th. In 1996, the government of Sudan offered to deliever the terrorist into our custody. No charge. We wouldn't even have to lift a finger.
Know what Clinton's response to this magnificent offer to bring to justice a known terrorist?
"Nope, that's all right. We don't want him."
And yet they have the balls to accuse BUSH of knowingly refusing to do anything about terrorist actions?
Bush has no public speaking skills, this is true. But at least I know that Bush will get something done. Whether you agree with him or not, you at least got to admire the fact that he's willing to do something politically risky for what he believes to be in our best interests. And war is one of the most politically risky moves a leader can make.
George Bush isn't perfect. But he'll do.
- First off, let me take this opportunity to pimp Final Fantasy X-2, the first ever direct sequel to a Final Fantasy game. Now, Final Fantasy X had a fairly serious tone running through it. For the sequel, Squaresoft went way into left field and turned its main characters into some strange version of the Charlie's Angels. Can't complain, as the game is extremely fun. I've been playing it every chance I get since I bought it. Go Gullwings!
Okay, I've been hampering to hit some more politics, so here we go...
- Al Gore endorsing Democratic nominee candidate Howard Dean. People, Al Gore is a fucking joke. The man is nothing but a politician, throwing his beliefs away in order to win higher offices. He isn't loyal to the people who vote for him. He's loyal to his party, and he can't even do THAT properly when you consider that Gore didn't even bother to let his former running mate Sen. Lieberman know about this ahead of time. How do you do that to someone who backed you the way Lieberman did? What a scumbag.
- As for Howard Dean....he's a raving lunatic. His whole appeal is that he has always been against the war. If he wins, he plans on withdrawing our troops from Iraq immediately, which communicates just how little Dean understands this war. While I have my criticisms on how we're handling Iraq (One valid point brought up by Newt Gingrich is that if a foreigner was making weekly addresses to the nation on our policies, would we see that foreigner as a liberator or a occupier?), pulling out of Iraq entirely without finishing the job is unbelieveably stupid. If we do that, whatever government we leave in place will immediately be taken out by the forces of the former regime, and we'll be right back where we started. Look, if you want a plan on what we should do, take a look at this:
Hunt out any remaining Hussein-loyal forces and eliminate them.
Gather up a group of Iraqis and help them build a new government.
Remove our troops from Iraq, but station a small garrison under the provisional command of the new Iraqi government until they are strong enough to stand on their own.
As for the detractors of the war....have any of them come up with an alternative proposal for Iraq?
- Oh, wait, Hilary F'N Clinton has this gem:
(paraphrased) Create an international organization dedicated to helping out in Iraq. This will allow other countries to have cover when they decide to come in.
Huh? What the hell? Never mind that we already have two such organizations in the U.N. and N.A.T.O. Why would countries need cover to come into Iraq? So it won't look like they'll be helping us? You'd think they'd be chomping at the bit to get in on the action so that they can have a voice in what goes on down there. But if they don't want to help us, then they don't have to.
Look, it's obvious that Hilary's trying to play both sides. That's what she does. But you'd think we would know better than to let a Clinton get involved in the war on terror. It's been glossed over by the media, but Bill Clinton had THREE chances to nab Osama bin Laden before September 11th. In 1996, the government of Sudan offered to deliever the terrorist into our custody. No charge. We wouldn't even have to lift a finger.
Know what Clinton's response to this magnificent offer to bring to justice a known terrorist?
"Nope, that's all right. We don't want him."
And yet they have the balls to accuse BUSH of knowingly refusing to do anything about terrorist actions?
Bush has no public speaking skills, this is true. But at least I know that Bush will get something done. Whether you agree with him or not, you at least got to admire the fact that he's willing to do something politically risky for what he believes to be in our best interests. And war is one of the most politically risky moves a leader can make.
George Bush isn't perfect. But he'll do.
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
Today God decided to send me a little memo...
God: You're feeling very comfortable with your life.
Me: *jumps, startled* Oh, hey there God. I guess a polite "hi" for a greeting would be asking a bit much.
God: For what reason would I have developed a need for pleasantries?
Me: Right.....right.
(silence)
Me: So, uh, what's up?
God: You are complacent.
Me: I am?
God: Please do not waste my time with pointless rhetorical questions.
Me: Oh, sorry.
God: Don't worry about it. Jesus did indeed die for your sins. So sayeth the Catholics.
Me: Uh, yes...that was a joke, right......so um, moving on...
God: You wonder why I called you complacent.
Me: Well, uh yes, I suppose I do. I mean, I suppose you're referring to the fact that I haven't really done anything writing-wise since I got my new job. I mean, I know I should start on that, but I mean I've had to worry about other things, and so I haven't gotten a chance to-
God: You cannot fool me. You can barely fool yourself. Yet you are by your nature stubborn, as are all of your brethren. You hear with your ears, yet you do not have ears to hear.
Me: God, you lost me.
God: You have lost yourself. Do not worry. I will help you find you. The curtain that covers your eyes will be as dust.
::end::
And then the memo came, and as far as signs from God go this one was pretty plain. In fact, I was the cause of it.
Every Monday, we have a meeting with Jim, our supervisor. He went over a few items with us. One of those items was our taking too long on our fifteen minute breaks. He informed us that if we clocked in late, we would be docked for an off the clock lunch break instead of a 15-minute coffee break.
Well, as always I spent my first break talking to the lovely Sandy De La Cruz. Today, however, someone else was sitting at the desk I usually sit at to make my break calls. So I had to sit at a different one. One without a clock.
Can you see where this is going?
Yep, you guessed it, Frank Stallone.
Wait, wrong line. Let me try again:
Yep, you guessed it, I clocked in late.
Three minutes late in fact. So I inform Jim of this, and offer to cut my second break to twelve minutes.
"No, you're going to be docked."
So yup, I think the City of Houston might try to knock 30 minutes off my hours because I clocked in three minutes late. Oh, won't that be fun to deal with...
::sigh::
So, yeah, I hate working. Actually, that's not really accurate. When it comes down to it, I will work twice as hard as everybody else if I am motivated to do so. It'd be better to say that I hate *jobs*. I really hate working for other people. I hate having my schedule and work habits dictated to me. I don't want to be bitched at for taking three extra minutes off. All that crap is annoying, sure, but for someone like me it's unbearable. I may be content to work a normal job if certain conditions are met (ie. I marry Sandy and raise a family together that gives me all the fulfillment I need.). However, I am not content to settle for contentment without contestation. My goal in life is not to have a job that I don't hate.
My goal is to life a life that I love living, down to every single second.
I will not compromise.
That's another reason why this blog exists. I need to get back into top writing form, and to do that I need to practice writing. That is why I going to write in here every single day, with only neccessary exceptions. I have to become a writer if I want to die with no regrets. I have no choice.
Wait, fuck that. I'm not a mindless automoton, some puppet of God who only follows the plan he is given. I am David Key, and I will destroy every obstacle in my path that I have to. The only action that I will not take is that I will not destroy the dreams of another. Otherwise, be ready. Because when I have reached the point that I need to reach, there will be no stopping me. I do not doubt myself, and neither should you.
Sometimes it's nice when life gives you a kick in the ass. If there's a God behind it, so much the better.
I am David Key, and before it's over and done with, I will blow your mind.
God: You're feeling very comfortable with your life.
Me: *jumps, startled* Oh, hey there God. I guess a polite "hi" for a greeting would be asking a bit much.
God: For what reason would I have developed a need for pleasantries?
Me: Right.....right.
(silence)
Me: So, uh, what's up?
God: You are complacent.
Me: I am?
God: Please do not waste my time with pointless rhetorical questions.
Me: Oh, sorry.
God: Don't worry about it. Jesus did indeed die for your sins. So sayeth the Catholics.
Me: Uh, yes...that was a joke, right......so um, moving on...
God: You wonder why I called you complacent.
Me: Well, uh yes, I suppose I do. I mean, I suppose you're referring to the fact that I haven't really done anything writing-wise since I got my new job. I mean, I know I should start on that, but I mean I've had to worry about other things, and so I haven't gotten a chance to-
God: You cannot fool me. You can barely fool yourself. Yet you are by your nature stubborn, as are all of your brethren. You hear with your ears, yet you do not have ears to hear.
Me: God, you lost me.
God: You have lost yourself. Do not worry. I will help you find you. The curtain that covers your eyes will be as dust.
::end::
And then the memo came, and as far as signs from God go this one was pretty plain. In fact, I was the cause of it.
Every Monday, we have a meeting with Jim, our supervisor. He went over a few items with us. One of those items was our taking too long on our fifteen minute breaks. He informed us that if we clocked in late, we would be docked for an off the clock lunch break instead of a 15-minute coffee break.
Well, as always I spent my first break talking to the lovely Sandy De La Cruz. Today, however, someone else was sitting at the desk I usually sit at to make my break calls. So I had to sit at a different one. One without a clock.
Can you see where this is going?
Yep, you guessed it, Frank Stallone.
Wait, wrong line. Let me try again:
Yep, you guessed it, I clocked in late.
Three minutes late in fact. So I inform Jim of this, and offer to cut my second break to twelve minutes.
"No, you're going to be docked."
So yup, I think the City of Houston might try to knock 30 minutes off my hours because I clocked in three minutes late. Oh, won't that be fun to deal with...
::sigh::
So, yeah, I hate working. Actually, that's not really accurate. When it comes down to it, I will work twice as hard as everybody else if I am motivated to do so. It'd be better to say that I hate *jobs*. I really hate working for other people. I hate having my schedule and work habits dictated to me. I don't want to be bitched at for taking three extra minutes off. All that crap is annoying, sure, but for someone like me it's unbearable. I may be content to work a normal job if certain conditions are met (ie. I marry Sandy and raise a family together that gives me all the fulfillment I need.). However, I am not content to settle for contentment without contestation. My goal in life is not to have a job that I don't hate.
My goal is to life a life that I love living, down to every single second.
I will not compromise.
That's another reason why this blog exists. I need to get back into top writing form, and to do that I need to practice writing. That is why I going to write in here every single day, with only neccessary exceptions. I have to become a writer if I want to die with no regrets. I have no choice.
Wait, fuck that. I'm not a mindless automoton, some puppet of God who only follows the plan he is given. I am David Key, and I will destroy every obstacle in my path that I have to. The only action that I will not take is that I will not destroy the dreams of another. Otherwise, be ready. Because when I have reached the point that I need to reach, there will be no stopping me. I do not doubt myself, and neither should you.
Sometimes it's nice when life gives you a kick in the ass. If there's a God behind it, so much the better.
I am David Key, and before it's over and done with, I will blow your mind.
Sunday, December 07, 2003
Finally, I have something to talk about other than politics:
- I spent the day with the lovely Sandy De La Cruz playing Glow In The Dark Putt Putt Golf over at the Jillian's entertainment complex on I-10. Very, very fun. Believe it or not, it was Sandy's first time playing Putt Putt golf EVER. Unreal. How do you go through life without ever having gone putt putting? I love that girl to death, but sometimes she really amazes me....
For those of you who are curious, I finished with a 61, two strokes ahead of her 63. However, she got a hole in one on 17. I was happy for her, but damnit, *I* wanted to hit one to show just how manly I am. Because, you know, there's no better indicator of manliness than, uh, holes in one at putt putt golf....or something.
Lets move on.
- The rest of the day was spent playing a bit of Halo at Vic and Andrew's. Vic and Andrew are two good friends of mine who have been kinda sorta roommates in the past. As usual, I beat Andrew and J.D. (a dude I don't really know) into a bloody pulp. Also watched Pirates of the Carribean, and the rumors are apparently true: that movie kicks eight kinds of ass. I'll do a review at some point when I'm in the mood for it. I also played Andrew for a couple of hours at Magic: The Gathering. I beat him about five times before he finally got me the last game. I ended up going home at 5:30 in the morning, or about the time I usually go home when I'm over there.
- Finally, if you're like me, and thought you were really good at video games....check this shit out. It's a video of someone beating Super Mario Bros. 3 in ELEVEN MINUTES. Your jaw will drop at least five times during this video. Fucking unreal.
(Note: The link is on the very first post on the board, but don't actually click the link. Just right click it and select "Save As...".)
Now, it's tease time. I may or may not post again tonight. If I don't, I'll be back tommorrow night with more David goodness. Don't you just love me?
Damn straight.
Dig The D.
- I spent the day with the lovely Sandy De La Cruz playing Glow In The Dark Putt Putt Golf over at the Jillian's entertainment complex on I-10. Very, very fun. Believe it or not, it was Sandy's first time playing Putt Putt golf EVER. Unreal. How do you go through life without ever having gone putt putting? I love that girl to death, but sometimes she really amazes me....
For those of you who are curious, I finished with a 61, two strokes ahead of her 63. However, she got a hole in one on 17. I was happy for her, but damnit, *I* wanted to hit one to show just how manly I am. Because, you know, there's no better indicator of manliness than, uh, holes in one at putt putt golf....or something.
Lets move on.
- The rest of the day was spent playing a bit of Halo at Vic and Andrew's. Vic and Andrew are two good friends of mine who have been kinda sorta roommates in the past. As usual, I beat Andrew and J.D. (a dude I don't really know) into a bloody pulp. Also watched Pirates of the Carribean, and the rumors are apparently true: that movie kicks eight kinds of ass. I'll do a review at some point when I'm in the mood for it. I also played Andrew for a couple of hours at Magic: The Gathering. I beat him about five times before he finally got me the last game. I ended up going home at 5:30 in the morning, or about the time I usually go home when I'm over there.
- Finally, if you're like me, and thought you were really good at video games....check this shit out. It's a video of someone beating Super Mario Bros. 3 in ELEVEN MINUTES. Your jaw will drop at least five times during this video. Fucking unreal.
(Note: The link is on the very first post on the board, but don't actually click the link. Just right click it and select "Save As...".)
Now, it's tease time. I may or may not post again tonight. If I don't, I'll be back tommorrow night with more David goodness. Don't you just love me?
Damn straight.
Dig The D.
I finally got comments enabled here. Thanks to Rachele for sending me over to www.bighar.com/blogspeak. So go ahead and comment away.
I'll post later on today. Was planning on posting tonight, but got caught up in some shenanigans that took up all of my time today. Right now I'm going to sleep.
Saturday, December 06, 2003
I mentioned that I listened to a lot of talk radio in my last entry.
One of the personalities I listen to is a man by the name of William Savage. I've enjoyed listening to him, as he makes his case by presenting facts. I admire that.
I did hear him say something that speaks volumes on how most conservatives think. Mr. Savage wants to hold a porn burning party in San Francisco in January to support a movement to outlaw pornography. He supports this action with the following arguments:
1. Pornography gives us unrealistic expectations of sex, showing men with freakishly huge genitalia, woman with large fake breasts who scream like banshees, and comparitively violent sex. This leads to self-esteem issues in both men and women who don't share any of those characteristics. It also leads to dissappointment when they find out that sex is nothing like what you see in pornography videos. Destruction of a couple's sex life soon follows.
Good point, and I agree 100%. However, I do not believe that that is enough to give us the right to illegalize porn. Governments have a lousy track record when it comes to legislating morality, and they shouldn't be allowed to try unless it is absolutely neccessary.
2. Because pornography usually involves a man and a woman having sex, a viewer is forced to watch a member of their sex partake in sexual acts. This may arouse one's curiosity in homosexuality, and as a result lead people to experiement with same gender sexual relations.
I disagree in principle. There is no evidence to support this claim. In fact, it makes absolutely no sense considering that most people have seen at least a small portion of porn in their lives. But youneverknow, and it's not like I can prove my case either.
3. Pornography is the reason why Muslims are willing to die to kill us. They don't want their kids to become sluts like the kids in America. Our society is in fact so horrible that Muslims will die to prevent any part of it from entering their own.
That argument is absurd. Maybe, MAYBE if we were the only ones who tolerated pornography in our culture that arugment would have some merit. But that is not even close to being true. In fact, the real hotbeds for "deviant" views on sex and pornography are Europe (particularly German and France, the countries who are our biggest critics of our war in Iraq) and Japan. Yet those countries have had relatively little trouble with fanatic Muslims.
People, there are two reasons Al Qaeda attacked us on 9/11.
- Our military presence in the Middle East, which wouldn't be there if Iraq hadn't invaded one of our trading partners.
- Our pro-Israel stance in the Israel-Palestine debacle. Look, we tried to play mediator. Clinton helped negotiate a peace treaty between the two sides in which 95% of the disputed territory would go to Palestine. All Palestine had to do was recognize Israel as a nation. Instead, they sent even more suicide bombers across the border. Fanatic Muslims want nothing less than for all the Jews to pack up and leave. That complete unwillingness to compromise, and America's desire for Palestinians to give up something, ANYTHING to resolve this conflict is why Osama bin Laden wants all of us infidels dead. Of course, his small dick also plays a role.
Pornography is small potatoes when compared to driving the Jews into the Mediterreanan.
Look, I have no objections to stopping the production of porn. However, not only do we have more important things to worry about (in Mr. Savage's own words, "the enemy is not from within but from without"), but we also have no right to stop those who are interested in watching porn from doing so. If you want to go burn porn, go burn porn. Illegalizing it will solve nothing, and is a waste of our time.
Tommorrow I'm off, and although most of my day will be spent with my lovely Sandy, I'll also be able to write my entry at a regular time during the night. And since I'll have gone out and done something, I even promise to not talk about politics. Until tommorrow, have a good night.
Dig The D.
One of the personalities I listen to is a man by the name of William Savage. I've enjoyed listening to him, as he makes his case by presenting facts. I admire that.
I did hear him say something that speaks volumes on how most conservatives think. Mr. Savage wants to hold a porn burning party in San Francisco in January to support a movement to outlaw pornography. He supports this action with the following arguments:
1. Pornography gives us unrealistic expectations of sex, showing men with freakishly huge genitalia, woman with large fake breasts who scream like banshees, and comparitively violent sex. This leads to self-esteem issues in both men and women who don't share any of those characteristics. It also leads to dissappointment when they find out that sex is nothing like what you see in pornography videos. Destruction of a couple's sex life soon follows.
Good point, and I agree 100%. However, I do not believe that that is enough to give us the right to illegalize porn. Governments have a lousy track record when it comes to legislating morality, and they shouldn't be allowed to try unless it is absolutely neccessary.
2. Because pornography usually involves a man and a woman having sex, a viewer is forced to watch a member of their sex partake in sexual acts. This may arouse one's curiosity in homosexuality, and as a result lead people to experiement with same gender sexual relations.
I disagree in principle. There is no evidence to support this claim. In fact, it makes absolutely no sense considering that most people have seen at least a small portion of porn in their lives. But youneverknow, and it's not like I can prove my case either.
3. Pornography is the reason why Muslims are willing to die to kill us. They don't want their kids to become sluts like the kids in America. Our society is in fact so horrible that Muslims will die to prevent any part of it from entering their own.
That argument is absurd. Maybe, MAYBE if we were the only ones who tolerated pornography in our culture that arugment would have some merit. But that is not even close to being true. In fact, the real hotbeds for "deviant" views on sex and pornography are Europe (particularly German and France, the countries who are our biggest critics of our war in Iraq) and Japan. Yet those countries have had relatively little trouble with fanatic Muslims.
People, there are two reasons Al Qaeda attacked us on 9/11.
- Our military presence in the Middle East, which wouldn't be there if Iraq hadn't invaded one of our trading partners.
- Our pro-Israel stance in the Israel-Palestine debacle. Look, we tried to play mediator. Clinton helped negotiate a peace treaty between the two sides in which 95% of the disputed territory would go to Palestine. All Palestine had to do was recognize Israel as a nation. Instead, they sent even more suicide bombers across the border. Fanatic Muslims want nothing less than for all the Jews to pack up and leave. That complete unwillingness to compromise, and America's desire for Palestinians to give up something, ANYTHING to resolve this conflict is why Osama bin Laden wants all of us infidels dead. Of course, his small dick also plays a role.
Pornography is small potatoes when compared to driving the Jews into the Mediterreanan.
Look, I have no objections to stopping the production of porn. However, not only do we have more important things to worry about (in Mr. Savage's own words, "the enemy is not from within but from without"), but we also have no right to stop those who are interested in watching porn from doing so. If you want to go burn porn, go burn porn. Illegalizing it will solve nothing, and is a waste of our time.
Tommorrow I'm off, and although most of my day will be spent with my lovely Sandy, I'll also be able to write my entry at a regular time during the night. And since I'll have gone out and done something, I even promise to not talk about politics. Until tommorrow, have a good night.
Dig The D.
Friday, December 05, 2003
The name's Key. David Key.
I feel like touching a few subjects tonight, so here we go.
- If you watched the local news last night, you might have seen a story about a couple of people jumping someone at Dynasty Supermarket in Chinatown, near Beltway 8 and Bellaire. Most stories like this don't bother me, but this one does because that supermarket is right next to my apartment complex. I even went in there once, to pick up some soy sauce. So someone gets jumped in front of a supermarket within a block of my house at four in the morning.
People, I work nights. I get home at 2 AM. So yeah, I've become fairly nervous now. To top things off, I usually go grocery shopping after I get home. This means I have to make a few trips out to my car, by myself, at night.
Well, actually, it doesn't, because I won't be doing that any more. But I have to come home sometime.
Oh well.
- Music radio stations piss me off. They all play at least 50% whining crap. I can't stomach it anymore. So when I'm not listening to my CDs or my crazy coworkers, I'm tuned into talk radio.
For those of you not politically savvy, talk radio is essentially the only medium that conservative Republicans have any control over. Most of the media has a huge left slant, so much so that it's sickening. I am most definitely a moderate, yet listening to all of the conservative talk hosts has been extremely fun. Why? They present facts to support their arguments. The famous Democrats, however, have an uncanny determination to the principle of not letting facts get in the way of one's opinion. They plan "We Hate Bush" parties, where the most notable guests are Paris Hilton (Because when you think of intelligent and insightful political commentary, you think Paris Hilton) and The West Wing creator Aaron Sorkin ("Watch my show, where those evil, hateful, and stupid Republicans get their comeuppance by the great President Martin Sheen!"). They make wild claims about Bush destroying the economy without even bothering to back up these claims with any data whatsoever. They criticize like crazy the war in Iraq without coming up with any alternative plan besides appeasement, that proven method of conflict resolution that worked SO well in World War II.
- I really don't want to stay on a political tangent right now, so I'll stop here. But I will go further in-depth into this stuff at a later point.
- Gwyneth Paltrow and the lead singer from Coldplay are going to have a child, but doubt that they will get married. Some people have felt the need to criticise their decision to have a child out of wedlock. That's partly valid; it's certainly not admirable that they are in this situation. But I'm not the guy to raise that call to arms. I'm more confused as to why anyone should give a damn. Gwyneth's talented and all, although she does happen to be yet another Hollywood waif in an industry that is inexplicably drawn to the idea that smaller is always sexier. Coldplay, on the other hand, is extremely overrated. They're not awful or anything, but for some reason the entertainment industry has been pimping the hell out of them, trying to make them out to be the next greatest band of all time. I'm not sure why exactly. Their music and performances are not particularly exceptional. Unique, perhaps, but not extrodinary. My only guess is that the industry's marketing executives, bless their timid little hearts, feel they have to get a band into the MTV landscape that's more mature than their current fare to attract the viewers they've lost since they decided to latch onto the teenybopper movement. Five points for trying to diversify their product, minus several million for execution. You can't create a new Radiohead, and it's silly to try. Really, it goes back to the lesson that marketing execs have never learned; planning a product around a sales strategy, rather than visa versa, fails more often than it succeeds. Unless Coldplay can come up with a truly great album, they will end up costing their record company a lot of money.
Last one for tonight, so let's bring it back to ME.
- I bought some cinnamon liqueur today. I don't drink much, and I've never had the desire to do so. Acquiring the taste for alcohol is something I don't plan on doing anytime soon. So I end up laughing when I know tell me that cinnamon or chocolate alcohol is for pussies. Sorry, but I refuse to believe that any alcohol with a pleasant taste is "girly" or "not real alcohol". What, am I supposed to drink beer, whiskey, tequila, or vodka? I simply don't really enjoy drinking any of that stuff. So does that mean that I can't enjoy a different kind of drink without receiving at the very least a snicker?
It's a good thing I don't really let what other people believe affect me. Besides, anybody who argues that an 80 proof liqueur is a pussy drink because it's cinnamon really doesn't deserve any credibility.
It's six in the morning, so I'm going to sleep.
Dig The D
I feel like touching a few subjects tonight, so here we go.
- If you watched the local news last night, you might have seen a story about a couple of people jumping someone at Dynasty Supermarket in Chinatown, near Beltway 8 and Bellaire. Most stories like this don't bother me, but this one does because that supermarket is right next to my apartment complex. I even went in there once, to pick up some soy sauce. So someone gets jumped in front of a supermarket within a block of my house at four in the morning.
People, I work nights. I get home at 2 AM. So yeah, I've become fairly nervous now. To top things off, I usually go grocery shopping after I get home. This means I have to make a few trips out to my car, by myself, at night.
Well, actually, it doesn't, because I won't be doing that any more. But I have to come home sometime.
Oh well.
- Music radio stations piss me off. They all play at least 50% whining crap. I can't stomach it anymore. So when I'm not listening to my CDs or my crazy coworkers, I'm tuned into talk radio.
For those of you not politically savvy, talk radio is essentially the only medium that conservative Republicans have any control over. Most of the media has a huge left slant, so much so that it's sickening. I am most definitely a moderate, yet listening to all of the conservative talk hosts has been extremely fun. Why? They present facts to support their arguments. The famous Democrats, however, have an uncanny determination to the principle of not letting facts get in the way of one's opinion. They plan "We Hate Bush" parties, where the most notable guests are Paris Hilton (Because when you think of intelligent and insightful political commentary, you think Paris Hilton) and The West Wing creator Aaron Sorkin ("Watch my show, where those evil, hateful, and stupid Republicans get their comeuppance by the great President Martin Sheen!"). They make wild claims about Bush destroying the economy without even bothering to back up these claims with any data whatsoever. They criticize like crazy the war in Iraq without coming up with any alternative plan besides appeasement, that proven method of conflict resolution that worked SO well in World War II.
- I really don't want to stay on a political tangent right now, so I'll stop here. But I will go further in-depth into this stuff at a later point.
- Gwyneth Paltrow and the lead singer from Coldplay are going to have a child, but doubt that they will get married. Some people have felt the need to criticise their decision to have a child out of wedlock. That's partly valid; it's certainly not admirable that they are in this situation. But I'm not the guy to raise that call to arms. I'm more confused as to why anyone should give a damn. Gwyneth's talented and all, although she does happen to be yet another Hollywood waif in an industry that is inexplicably drawn to the idea that smaller is always sexier. Coldplay, on the other hand, is extremely overrated. They're not awful or anything, but for some reason the entertainment industry has been pimping the hell out of them, trying to make them out to be the next greatest band of all time. I'm not sure why exactly. Their music and performances are not particularly exceptional. Unique, perhaps, but not extrodinary. My only guess is that the industry's marketing executives, bless their timid little hearts, feel they have to get a band into the MTV landscape that's more mature than their current fare to attract the viewers they've lost since they decided to latch onto the teenybopper movement. Five points for trying to diversify their product, minus several million for execution. You can't create a new Radiohead, and it's silly to try. Really, it goes back to the lesson that marketing execs have never learned; planning a product around a sales strategy, rather than visa versa, fails more often than it succeeds. Unless Coldplay can come up with a truly great album, they will end up costing their record company a lot of money.
Last one for tonight, so let's bring it back to ME.
- I bought some cinnamon liqueur today. I don't drink much, and I've never had the desire to do so. Acquiring the taste for alcohol is something I don't plan on doing anytime soon. So I end up laughing when I know tell me that cinnamon or chocolate alcohol is for pussies. Sorry, but I refuse to believe that any alcohol with a pleasant taste is "girly" or "not real alcohol". What, am I supposed to drink beer, whiskey, tequila, or vodka? I simply don't really enjoy drinking any of that stuff. So does that mean that I can't enjoy a different kind of drink without receiving at the very least a snicker?
It's a good thing I don't really let what other people believe affect me. Besides, anybody who argues that an 80 proof liqueur is a pussy drink because it's cinnamon really doesn't deserve any credibility.
It's six in the morning, so I'm going to sleep.
Dig The D
Thursday, December 04, 2003
Eventually, I will rename this blog once I have thought up a better title for it. Sadly, I am not very clever when it comes to captions, titles, and the like. So "Dig The D" it is for now.
Besides, I like it, and isn't that what matters? The way *I* feel about it?
....well, screw you too.
I'm in a weird mood tonight. On the one hand, not so pleasant happenings have happened today. On the other, I actually happen to be in a good mood. And since the not so pleasant stuff is a bit too personal for me to air out here, I'll stick with feeling good for this entry.
You're Lame If You Think This Is Lame:
I bought Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Chaos Bleeds for the GameCube today. Now, anybody who is around me a lot knows that I have a deep love for the show. I don't really care if a lot of people don't get the show, I don't care if they think it's for girls, and I don't care if they think it's lame. There has simply never been a network TV show with as many layers and as much depth. You can enjoy it on different levels at the same time. If you're an action fan, the show has some very creative fight scenes. If you're into drama aimed at teens and possess some intelligence, you'll understand the metaphors behind the monster of the week premises. (Buffy losing her virginity to an ensouled vampire named Angel, causing him to lose that soul and torment her directly after the act is by far the best.) Perhaps most importantly, the show explores good and evil in a way that allows you to judge for yourself how to define both. I've had many a philosophical debate over the issues raised on the show.
My most important and my most personal reason for loving Buffy is that it's exactly the type of art I someday hope to create. I think the highest praise I can give it is that it has inspired me to reach for something greater, both as a viewer and a writer.
What else can I say? The show means more to me than I can possibly hope to convey through a web blog.
The game just happens to kick ass too, so it all works out.
The agenda for the rest of the week: tommorrow I'm going to do a bullet point entry where I touch on a number of subjects. Friday will probably be dedicated to a subject, and I have two in mind.
By the way, if you want to reach me, my email is at KastellSBlawer@aol.com. Once I get used to this site's interface, I'll put it permanantly on the page. 'til then, you'll have to make do.
Dig The D
Besides, I like it, and isn't that what matters? The way *I* feel about it?
....well, screw you too.
I'm in a weird mood tonight. On the one hand, not so pleasant happenings have happened today. On the other, I actually happen to be in a good mood. And since the not so pleasant stuff is a bit too personal for me to air out here, I'll stick with feeling good for this entry.
You're Lame If You Think This Is Lame:
I bought Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Chaos Bleeds for the GameCube today. Now, anybody who is around me a lot knows that I have a deep love for the show. I don't really care if a lot of people don't get the show, I don't care if they think it's for girls, and I don't care if they think it's lame. There has simply never been a network TV show with as many layers and as much depth. You can enjoy it on different levels at the same time. If you're an action fan, the show has some very creative fight scenes. If you're into drama aimed at teens and possess some intelligence, you'll understand the metaphors behind the monster of the week premises. (Buffy losing her virginity to an ensouled vampire named Angel, causing him to lose that soul and torment her directly after the act is by far the best.) Perhaps most importantly, the show explores good and evil in a way that allows you to judge for yourself how to define both. I've had many a philosophical debate over the issues raised on the show.
My most important and my most personal reason for loving Buffy is that it's exactly the type of art I someday hope to create. I think the highest praise I can give it is that it has inspired me to reach for something greater, both as a viewer and a writer.
What else can I say? The show means more to me than I can possibly hope to convey through a web blog.
The game just happens to kick ass too, so it all works out.
The agenda for the rest of the week: tommorrow I'm going to do a bullet point entry where I touch on a number of subjects. Friday will probably be dedicated to a subject, and I have two in mind.
By the way, if you want to reach me, my email is at KastellSBlawer@aol.com. Once I get used to this site's interface, I'll put it permanantly on the page. 'til then, you'll have to make do.
Dig The D
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
By the way, here's a note for all of you out there: if my grammar is off, or something's misspelled, just try to keep in mind that I will be updating daily at around 3:00 AM. That's after having spent eight hours at work and two hours on the road.
In particular, I'm thinking of one English major who might very well point out every mistake I make. To you, I say.....bring it on, sister.
Bring it on.
.......okay, so I don't really care if someone points out my mistakes. I'm just letting ya'll know that I normally write much sharper than this.
In other words, I'm copping out of having to proofread myself too hard. Hey, at least I'm man enough to admit it.
Dig The D
In particular, I'm thinking of one English major who might very well point out every mistake I make. To you, I say.....bring it on, sister.
Bring it on.
.......okay, so I don't really care if someone points out my mistakes. I'm just letting ya'll know that I normally write much sharper than this.
In other words, I'm copping out of having to proofread myself too hard. Hey, at least I'm man enough to admit it.
Dig The D
My girlfriend and I celebrated our tenth anniversery today. Only it was ten years so much as it was ten months, and we didn't celebrate so much as say "Happy 2nd" to each other. Uneventful? Yes. Meaningful? Arguably not, as it hasn't even been a year yet. But hey, I like keeping track of the length of my relationships.
Whenever I mention a person in this blog that I haven't mentioned in the past, I am going to try and do a profile on them that briefly lets you know who they are, how I met them, what our relationship is and has been, and a bit about them. I want everyone here to know the characters in my story as if you were reading a novel about them. Not so much the things they do as the person they are. Also, this is a great opportunity to tell the people in my life the way I feel about them. I have no specific order for this: whenever a person comes up, I'll do them.
It's fitting that the first person I shall do this for is the woman I love.
Sandy De La Cruz
Our relationship: With apologies to you bitter people out there, we are sickeningly in love.
How we met: She was the girlfriend of a former friend of mine in high school.
How our relationship progressed: We talked a bit in high school. She developed a crush on me while I was dating/trying to date someone else, so nothing happened there. Lost contact after graduation until her ex gave me her information. I contacted her, we talked, and within an hour I had fallen for her. This was mostly due to discovering for the first time the extrodinarily creative mind she possessed, although I had certainly gained an appreciation for her beauty as well. After a month of back and forth, we started dating, and I've never been happier. Good and bad, it's all been worth it.
How I feel about them: I don't have the words for this one. She is the person I've always wanted and needed in my life. Even with her imperfections, it is perfectly clear to me that no one else could ever fill her shoes. I may be able to find happiness with someone else perhaps, but I will never be able to be as close to anyone as I am to her. That's the way I want it.
So that's my girlfriend. We don't really get to talk much, as we're seperated by distance and work schedules. But we keep rollin' along, just rollin' along.
Happy 10th 2nd, Sandy.
Whenever I mention a person in this blog that I haven't mentioned in the past, I am going to try and do a profile on them that briefly lets you know who they are, how I met them, what our relationship is and has been, and a bit about them. I want everyone here to know the characters in my story as if you were reading a novel about them. Not so much the things they do as the person they are. Also, this is a great opportunity to tell the people in my life the way I feel about them. I have no specific order for this: whenever a person comes up, I'll do them.
It's fitting that the first person I shall do this for is the woman I love.
Sandy De La Cruz
Our relationship: With apologies to you bitter people out there, we are sickeningly in love.
How we met: She was the girlfriend of a former friend of mine in high school.
How our relationship progressed: We talked a bit in high school. She developed a crush on me while I was dating/trying to date someone else, so nothing happened there. Lost contact after graduation until her ex gave me her information. I contacted her, we talked, and within an hour I had fallen for her. This was mostly due to discovering for the first time the extrodinarily creative mind she possessed, although I had certainly gained an appreciation for her beauty as well. After a month of back and forth, we started dating, and I've never been happier. Good and bad, it's all been worth it.
How I feel about them: I don't have the words for this one. She is the person I've always wanted and needed in my life. Even with her imperfections, it is perfectly clear to me that no one else could ever fill her shoes. I may be able to find happiness with someone else perhaps, but I will never be able to be as close to anyone as I am to her. That's the way I want it.
So that's my girlfriend. We don't really get to talk much, as we're seperated by distance and work schedules. But we keep rollin' along, just rollin' along.
Happy 10th 2nd, Sandy.
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
If you're reading this, then you most likely know who I am already. I don't envision anybody besides my small, small group of friends ever reading a word I write here. I do however love to entertain and enlighten, and so I will try to give them something interesting to read every day. To those friends, I hope this blog helps you understand me a bit better.
If by some small miracle you have found your way here on your own, then I will introduce myself. My name is David Key, and I live in Texas. If some allegedly clever line about steers and things that rhyme with steers is about to pass through your lips, zip 'em or I'll split 'em. I am a future screenwriter who doubles as a bassist who dabbles as a baseball enthusist who plays a little chess.....
::takes a moment to breathe::
...who is a video game master who plays around with poetry. I do all of these things, and yet I am forced to work for Da Man aka the City of Houston. It's not terrible or anything, but it's not like dealing with the politics of a government service has much to offer in the way of personal fulfillment. I tend not to worry about that, though. I'll get where I want to be soon. Until then, I'm yours.
One last thing: don't ever expect this blog to be consistent. This is a very, very generalized blog, and although I have enough extensive knowledge in many subjects to write a dedicated blog about one of them, I have no desire to do so. So if you read a very, very fascinating baseball entry here and want me to devote this blog to that subject....probably won't happen. This blog's for me, and for my friends to a lesser extent. I might open another blog in the future devoted to one subject, but that won't be for a long time.
On that note, I bid you all adieu, and be sure to bookmark this blog and check it often. I have a lot of things to say, and no one has ever accused me of having boring opinions. A boring life, maybe, but not boring opinions. And my life won't be boring for long, so be ready to cowboy it up.
Dig the D.
If by some small miracle you have found your way here on your own, then I will introduce myself. My name is David Key, and I live in Texas. If some allegedly clever line about steers and things that rhyme with steers is about to pass through your lips, zip 'em or I'll split 'em. I am a future screenwriter who doubles as a bassist who dabbles as a baseball enthusist who plays a little chess.....
::takes a moment to breathe::
...who is a video game master who plays around with poetry. I do all of these things, and yet I am forced to work for Da Man aka the City of Houston. It's not terrible or anything, but it's not like dealing with the politics of a government service has much to offer in the way of personal fulfillment. I tend not to worry about that, though. I'll get where I want to be soon. Until then, I'm yours.
One last thing: don't ever expect this blog to be consistent. This is a very, very generalized blog, and although I have enough extensive knowledge in many subjects to write a dedicated blog about one of them, I have no desire to do so. So if you read a very, very fascinating baseball entry here and want me to devote this blog to that subject....probably won't happen. This blog's for me, and for my friends to a lesser extent. I might open another blog in the future devoted to one subject, but that won't be for a long time.
On that note, I bid you all adieu, and be sure to bookmark this blog and check it often. I have a lot of things to say, and no one has ever accused me of having boring opinions. A boring life, maybe, but not boring opinions. And my life won't be boring for long, so be ready to cowboy it up.
Dig the D.
