The thoughts that were thunk and the goings on of my life.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

The Home Stretch

Finally, I'm about to move out of my apartment at the Barrington at Park Place. These are the absolute worst apartments that I've ever lived in and I can't wait to get out.

What I didn't know until recently is that everybody else seems to think the same thing. Turns out there is a great little site called where you can do just that. And what do people have to say about my place? Well...this. Yeah, that's pretty bad. Wish I had seen that before I moved in. So you may be thinking, "I'm sure people on this site are just cranky." Turns out that while it's partially true, my apartment ranks the absolute lowest out of all apartments with more than 20 ratings (source). Overall they rank 498 out of the 552 places with a single ranking. I would say the only apartment that is rated worse than the Barrington is Austin Lights. Now that's just sad. But what's happy is that I won't be there as of Sunday!

At least I've done my part in keeping 3 people from moving into the complex, so I'm doing my part.

If you want to help me move, come this Saturday to the ghetto, er my old place, and help me load up the Uhaul and move into something better.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Road Rash

Evidently the people on this site are so dumb that their brains aren't even smart enough to protect themselves by wearing helmets.

Do you really want to date somebody that bright?

Friday, November 11, 2005

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Why Don't the Newcasters Cry

...When they read about people who die?

This article (or this one) is one of the saddest things that I've read in a long time. It really sickens and saddens me that people could do something like this. Granted we hear about things like this every day, but I think that this has more of an impact. For God's (Allah's) sake, they only killed 1 American, 1! But they tore apart families, shattered dreams, and destroyed the psyches of hundreds of people. And all in the name of what? Saying that they don't want Jews and Crusaders in Jordan? It's pitiful. And the worst part is that they are too much of cowards to come out in the open and fight. This isn't something about ideals, this is something about being a little bully and wanting to hurt others when you don't get your way.

I understand Guerilla warfare and definitely think it's the best way to get rid of an enemy when you're a small force against really strong forces (It's like in video games: Large beats Medium, Medium beats Small, but Small beats Large due to speed/agility and strength differences). But what I cannot stand is the current methods employed by these fighters. Why are they attacking civilians? Do they think ANYBODY in that wedding party had any cares at all with what they were pissed about? NO! But they are too much of cowards to show themselves and when anybody gets upset they point their finger in the opposite direction and blame George Bush or America. It's disgusting. It's right up there with people in New Orleans shooting at hospital workers. Instead of making a point and destroying our military or our businesses, they target innocents.

If there is any silver lining to this cloud it is that you are finally starting to see some public statements from Islamic leaders stating that this is appalling. I truly believe that Islam is not a religion of evil and war. Most of the people there are like we are here. Religious because that is how they were raised. While their will never be peace in this world, it would be nice if wars could be fought on those waging them and not on families of those getting married...those simply wishing to celebrate life.

...At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their eyes.

The More You Know

This morning I learned a very important lesson in life:
Never whack a roach with full force. If you do it's guts will splatter all over you.

I feel disgusting right now.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Life in the Fast Lane

Speaking of Corvettes...

The other day I was headed to church and began my rather speedy trip to get there. Right as I'm about to change lanes to juke around a Honda Accord I have to abruptly reenter my lane. Racing up behind me and weaving thru traffic is a Corvette (not this kind) that is probably going around 95 to 100 mph (~155 kph). Since I am such a kind and gracious driver I let him pass and slowly watch him weave, dive, attack, slam on the brakes, swerve and pick his way down the highway and slowly he fades out of sight.

I take my exit to the church come to the light, and lo-and-behold there is the Corvette just a few cars ahead of me. Then I pull into the parking lot and see that they are going to try and park where everybody else tries. Which means that like a date with a nun...they weren't going to get any. Thinking it was funny that these people were going to church I slowly walk my way in (or quickly if your legs are as long as hers), sit down and begin to worship. About 5 minutes later I see this couple from the Corvette walk on in.

Sometimes I think it's rather amusing how we race from place to place, but that one poor decision (usually motivated by selfishness or impatience) can slow us down so that all of the extra effort we put into going quickly is even more quickly negated. I took my time and got there sooner than the people in the Corvette. I guess it's a little bit of the story of the tortoise and the hare, but it seems like there's more to it than just that. Then again, maybe it's just a story of one person doing one silly thing. If only I could say that I've never been the man in the Corvette and harmfully racing towards things that would be just as well achieved with a relaxed attitude.