So I could afford to rent this apartment that I live in, and some folks chose to live in a large fancy house, paying pennies on their "mortgage". Now somehow they need to be bailed out to "save the economy". In other words, I have to sponsoring their fun along with paying my rent. And the only way to make this sound any bit fair is to claim that there was a whole lot of predatory lending. You see, they are just victims.
What a pile of crap. If some crackhead robs me in the driveway, the government will not even think of paying me for my shit. They will go after the guy, and if they catch him, with some luck I'll get my stuff back. That's the basic contract. Well when companies rob people with cheater contracts, supposedly putting the entire economy toward recession, the government should go after those assholes. Catch them, prosecute them. Put them into jail, arrest their assets. Overregulate them for a good measure. Only then you may consider bailing out all the mortgage playas. And the reality? Government is subsidizing those very same companies with supercheap loans. Methinks me is being cheated.
This fake blond over here is Jennifer Marnell. They wouldn't let her on a fucking amusement ride so this spoiled brat decided to slim down for good. She lost just a little under what I weight myself, and she's now a god fucking celebrity. Every time I see nonsense like this it just blows my lid off. Don't you guys get it? She wasted her entire adolescence and almost entire twenties being a dumb shit who could not control what goes into her mouse. The damage to her health is irreversible and will haunt her till she dies. At the same time, millions of people took a little extra effort and stayed reasonably fit and healthy and enjoyed their lives as they could. Well, guess who's the celebrity now, you schmoes.
Don't get this wrong, I am really glad she did it. Perhaps she'll have more years to spend with her daughter. Perhaps she'll now be a happier, more confident and independent person. I just thing she belongs right there between the people who never lost control of their eating and those who are yet to regain it, period. In fact, it may be exactly the Jareds of this world responsible for quite a few pounds on your average belly.
Btw, the bitch is quite obviously on hormones. Which is probably because she had to rid of those few "last pounds", exactly what most ppl struggle with. Getting that pubic bone view may well be harder than loosing her entire 200 pounds sack in the first place. This sort of means everyone will now listen to a cheater.
It's an absolutely amazing day in Minneapolis today. It's clear, sunny and over 60 degrees. Windows are open, heating is off and I suspect there are must be people trying to tan. Squirrels are out, some dude is touching the paint and cutting trees on the outside of the apartment building next door, and I ran in the morning and then worked on my scoot a little. Got some coffee and hey it's already Christmas for Starbucks. Crazy fuckers. It must be this ridiculous for people down south every year I guess.
When I first used my phone's vibration feature, it totally freaked me out. Every time it was just too unexpected. So I stopped using it - unless I had the phone in my jacket's side pocket or something. Turned out to be a good thing! Otherwise, I'd be by now like totally vibrating in a phantomly kind of ways. Now that this is "official", which means some doctor said that yup, tons of people have it also, all the news are talking about phantom vibrations and it even got into this Sunday's comics section. Comics are a big deal for me.
So Ok, I can see how this is a great little filler topic for the media. What I totally don't get is how they all manage to keep them straight faces. Doesn't everybody have the same little dirty question as I do?
I started this morning with pinkitude and Amy's story about her new very purple workbench. Just as I headed to school, there it was - one seriously purple TRUCK:
Picture doesn't make it much justice either. This is not your old lady neighbor's lil bonkers purple - this was some most flowery purple I could ever imagine, yet it was just saturated enough to be very, very noticeable. Now try driving like a jerk in something like this ;-)
In fact I quite agree with the message, but all the emotions clearly show that tabloids and co. have clearly got their job well done. I mean, she's this person is associating with a multimillionaire. Then again, maybe this is fake.
So I got The Secret. Well, not that I got it, I just have the movie. Not that I wanted to. It's just it was mentioned one too many times for me to ignore it. But I am still skeptical about it. I believe beforehand this is one of those positive attitude talks wrapped in some sort of mysticism. Those all look up the wrong side of the ass. So I figured I'll watch it and then say just precisely how much I did not like it.
But as I started, it is now clear there's just too much bullshit to remember it all. So there you go. This will be interactive, I'll blog as I go. Not a problem as I am watching alone, on my laptop.
It all starts immediately. It's Ancient times, and Romans are taking over what appears to be a Greek temple of some sorts. In a hurry, somebody is copying the secret to preserve it for future generations. The dude rubs charcoal against paper placed against a carved stone plate, so there remains an imprint on the paper. He then runs away. Dude, they didn't use paper those days. Paper's from China. Greeks used fine bull's skin, Egyptians had papyrus and none of those came from OfficeMax. OK, lets just say this is an artistic interpretation.
Then they show you the folks that supposedly knew the Secret. Plato, Newton, Shakespeare, Beethoven, Lincoln, Edison. Yeah, and Einstein of course. Then come the supposed modern day adepts. Meet Bob Proctor, a "philosopher". Anyone with a blog can call themselves a philosopher. But did you ever hear about Bob Proctor? How is he useful? Or is the movie his personal breakthrough? Bob tells us right away the Secret will provide us with anything we want. Sorta like credit card but better.
Meet Joe Vitale, a "Metaphysician". Huh? Doesn't look like he did his own teeth, metaphysically you know. Comes along John Assaraf the entepreneur. What a crap. Bill Gates is an entepreneur, this dude is not even on the Forbes 400 list. Didn't they just say they can have anything they want? Then comes a line of your typical new-age style gurus of the usual kind. Starting with a visionary all the way to a Feng Shui lady. Not that I mind them, it's just unclear to me how are these people useful in a sense of say Newton or Lincoln. In fact, I would dare to say your average pediatrician saved more lives, created more happy families than these folks, and possibly makes more money.
Then they say the Secret, right away. You have to prey harder.
Well, not how they put it, but hey it wouldn't sell well. So, this time you have to attract harder. Can't wait to see what's coming. I have been already blogging way longer then the movie - it's been just a few minutes.
So, all the cards have been laid down. Now they have to prove it. Starts with a rhetoric question - why do you think is that that 1% of all people earn 96% of all money? Well, 1% is about sixty million people, and includes those people with a few hundred thousand of income or more. Remember that pediatrician? See, at some point she skipped her parties and didn't smoke that joint on her way home, didn't get pregnant from wrong people and studied late hours. Now she's in that top percent. Huh? No way! This is just because she understands the Secret. That's right, all sixty millions of them, most living in the US. Hidden knowledge, yo.
OK, they already think they got me. Now the motto. Thoughts become things, it is. My, I will like write like an entire post on this. Like, some time later.
OK, here's the box of excuses. If something bad happens, it's because you've attracted it too. Because negative thoughts get attracted also. Your fault. Sorta like devil hearing your prayers. I've heard this somewhere before.
Oh, crap. Here's John Hagelin, a "Quantum Physicist". No such things exists in the known universe. A physicist uses as much of quantum description as is necessary for her problem (notice how PC I got?) but anybody calling themselves a "quantum physicist" is either a dick or a liar. Ask your local physicist.
They say you even attract people. What about all those girls I was staring at the other day? Oh wait, did I have to come over and say something?
Fred Alan Wolf is apparently also a quantum physicist, whatever that means. I think that means he's full of crap.
Now the main dude, Bob Proctor aka unknown philosopher, says nobody knows how electricity works, as in a light bulb. Should have asked one of his quantum physicists. Oh wait. How about all those people building computers with billions of transistors, creating megawatt lasers, looking at faint light that originated billions of years ago and was thinning ever since at the speed of light? Do they know how electromagnetism works? Nah, they just probably know the Secret.
Since you cannot control your thoughts, you should control your emotions, and they will guide what ya attracting, so the movie goes. I have a strong feeling they are about to tell me I should smile more. No shit, they actually did! Wait, is this still called The Secret?
They also got a demonstration. A little scene of some dude being afraid his bike will be stolen, so he chains it extra, and later the bike gets stolen indeed. No kidding. I had two bikes stolen from me, and I had it both ways. Then again, I probably didn't **** enough. I meant I didn't attract enough, that's what. Berkley's G., I am really sorry for making all this pun of praying.
Now they are telling me I should not loose my faith even if it hasn't worked (yet), and yes, it now does feel like Sunday indeed.
This is very much due:
Man, is this a long movie. So I am taking a break till tomorrow.
Monday
I am learning that people neck deep in delinquent bills have attracted that state of affairs. I always though this happens when you spend too much money and commit future income. It's comical this "truth" is revealed by an African American lady. Kinda racist.
Apparently the entire film will be focused around getting a swanky new car. Perhaps because you indeed cannot buy these on credit cards. This includes some gross fella pretending to drive the thing in his stinky old armchair. OK, at this point I am no longer pissy about watching this. This scene totally saves the whole movie. It is deeply imprinting on my personality just as I am writing this.
If you tell your children that you cannot afford something, this will make you broke forever. So much for kid's financial education,
Cathy Goodman says she healed her breast cancer by being ignorant and watching lame comedy. Oh I hate this part. Think of all the people who will die because of this shit. And they seem to have absolutely no restrain on this, no second thoughts. I am truly amazed you've read to this point. Please let me know if you did. Whoops. Says she didn't use radiation or chemotherapy, but wouldn't say about surgery. How many folks will have caught that?
"When the voice and vision on the inside become more profound and more clear and loud than the opinions on the outside, you've mastered your life". John F. Demartini. Nice. How come they all have uncommon last names?
OK, God's in. Had to be there. Their "quantum physicists" thinks God is mc2, and I think you have to ask before you smoke it.
I am always utterly puzzled at how good religious leaders of all sorts are able to connect spiritual matters with most mundane and greedy desires. Hey folks, remember your movie is about getting cars and lots of girls. That's your central line, a pitch with actual case studies and instructions. Now you are doing the image-of-God talk! Putting this together, I am made in the image of God and therefore have the ability to get swanky cars and lots of pussy, and I totally should use it. Fucking gross. I am disgusted.
Alright, good place to be over.
Now in the next post, I will write what I actually think about the so called law of attraction. Cuz ut works for me so awesomely ;-b
Even with all the due discount for the stress this girls is under, this is an awesome piece. See if you can watch this till the end. Welcome Miss Teen South Carolina!
My Agloco account is ticking slowly, and I am quite happy how the thing works. It even shows some decent stuff. Links are plain text and quite non-intrusive. I browse from a rather small-screen Thinkpad laptop, but even on that it doesn't seem to take too much space. There was no distribution yet, and no talks yet about rolling out the IPO, so I am not quite rich yet.
Also, my plans to get real rich real fast have failed completely and miserably. That's because not a single person has signed up for my reference. Not like even those super close friends that I literally pressed into submission )). The system doesn't show me the names, but it does show me the number and that's a nice round zero right there. Damn. There goes my new laptop and the yacht.
They often tell stories about relationships ruined by somebody participating in one of those chain marketing schemes and how that person pushed the shit down everyone's throats and so on. So now I totally believe this. Agloco is nowhere as bad for two simple reasons. You don't have to spend your money and you benefit even before you get other people in, just not as much. Even with this, I was totally ignored, and maybe even avoided a little. I guess I should update my world domination plans a little.
In my grocery I had recently picked a dollar worth of brochure about how one can find all these antique treasures in a pile of garbage. Went through it and decided to kinda keep my eyes open, thought didn't quite get the bug.
So on Friday for whatever reason I took a look at my change and there it was - a 1927 nickel: Think about this. This is a coin straight from the Great Depression. Might have been a shiny last nickel in somebody's pocket. Might have been in somebody's first salary on their way to normality or even prosperity. These sorts of things amaze me in all the things old and antique. So that's half the collector's mindset, but I am totally missing the other half.
Anyways, I Googled it up and this is considered a 1927 nickel in very good condition. It is worth somewhere between a dollar and less than $10, and it's not like there's any rush to sell it! So now I look through all my change :)) Also, my file drawer only looks so crappy when you zoom on it.
I fucking hate it when people cut me with their cars and damn wave their hands at me. Waving a hand is a gesture that expresses gratitude, salutation or welcomeness. You also wave on the road when there's some sort of agreement or understanding. But what's the fucking sense of cutting a pedestrian which had a right of way with your two-ton pile of metal and then giving the dude a wave? I mean, fine. If you get there a little faster, take charge and go ahead. Warn me with a gesture. Smile perhaps. But what's up with the stupid hand wave? It's like I let it go first. No I didn't. In fact had no intention to do that. So fuck off, cuz you are cutting me and so I hate you. I don't care if you wave at me. That doesn't fix things. Go your way with a bare knowledge of me hating you. That's why you got my finger. For that fake handwave. Just to straighten things up. Did I already mention I can get a little uptight?
Internet appears to have changed a lot people treat their privacy. In fact, there's so much stuff out there, nobody seems to care. This is privacy through obscurity. No more scandal emails going all around the globe.
So I was listening to this video and it appeared to me that perhaps there will soon grow up another generation, totally ignorant of online porn. Or, perhaps their sexually will get screwed just too slowly for anybody to raise an alarm. Like those carpets everyone loved and now they have asthma but no one is really tearing the carpets down.
So apparently naughty Carl is leaving the White House. Which means he'll now work from behind the curtains for a while. Not like they will shut the door for him anyways. What's obvious though is that he's for sale for the Republican presidential hopefuls. Yes, they will probably only contact him behind the curtains for the time being. Rowe himself will most likely be picking the most promising candidate.
What this probably means is that the election theater will start soon. The man that has hard time controlling his food intake, with his hands shoulder deep in blood will be pulling his strings again, and the lie will become truth, and the truth will become lie, and no one will notice. And I'll be throwing my bananas all around the place.
So the 35W bridge went down. This was my best route to school, but not back home, because of freaky system of separated downtown exits. 35W was under construction, and so I normally took the residential streets, about four different routes in total. One of them was on the 10th street bridge - the smaller bridge right next to 35W.
This is where we all rushed when the news came, phones drawn. Surprisingly, given enough trials you could still get through with your call. Yes, most people simply wanted to take a peak. They didn't take any volunteers, and nobody really cared about the police. People just wanted to see. So it felt a little wrong. Well, at least this is Minnesota and nobody was fooling with the cops and did whatever they said, but the sheer size of the crowds sure obstructed the initial effort.
Other then the CIA, you could see jackets from all sorts of agencies including some weird ones like the Secret Service, police and firefighters from around the area, and sheriffs towing their patrol boats. The west side of the bridge, on top in this picture, is right at the foot of the Red Cross building were I sometimes go to donate blood. A large facility with all sorts of services and a small fleet of disaster response vehicles. They were at the scene right away as well. Turns out they've been hiding a helicopter somewhere, too.
The Tenth Avenue bridge was closed and used as a lending site for that very helicopter. Must have been somewhat unnerving experience for the pilot. Of course they needed the bridge to go around the scene. I just wished I saw the the scene for myself. So as the tape was beeing stretched, I backed up and went around, to the Stonearch pedestrian bridge up the waterflow. Teemed with a friend and tried to use a walking trail along the west bank to get a little closer. That was packed with people and behind the yellow tape, with a bunch of idle police and firefighters. They just stood there with nothing to do as they had no access to the scene. Finally one police chick decided to show some initiative and push the people completely out. We backed up and headed to the west side. As we circled around, it seemed a curtain was being put down around the scene. Any place that you could possibly see part of the bridge that landed in the water was closed and guarded by cops. That ended being a huge "detour" we had to walk that evening. Next day, much of the roads were open, but still not a single place to see the scene. They even closed a tiny pedestrian bridge down from the Tenth.
So with all the effort, I saw the tails of the bridge, that very school bus and the crushed train up close, but not a glimpse of that piece of the bridge that fell first and was now in the river. I think this is done quite on purpose. The question is of course, what's the point? Perhaps to prevent people from seeing the cars being lifted, to postpone the final announcement of the fatalities count. Perhaps by the time they have to announce final count, some famous chick will go to jail and the attention will have shifted. To me though this is rather disappointing. This is local event, happened next door so to speak, in a place I see everyday, and the only way for me to "witness" it is through some news program. That is, there are no witnesses, even though so many people will still feel they have witnessed the events. That sorta kills the whole concept.
So this happened again. I bought stuff online, and I wanted it quick. The only delivery option was with FedEx. A week later, I got worried and tracked the package. There it was, supposedly delivered twice, total bullshit. Sure I wasn't home! But there was no tag on the door whatsoever. So I couldn't leave a note to the delivery person, nor did I know this was already the time to start calling the bastards.
You see, this is the fourth time I am "getting" stuff with FedEx in the past three years of so, in fact to two different addresses. Each time the same story happens. After a while, a ghost courier appears at my door and makes a note of attempted delivery, but "forgets" to slap on the sticker. Nobody gets to see the event, just the online notification. Mind you, they don't send any emails, you have to remember to go check it yourself. If I am too late, I have to go to this place in the far suburbs. If I catch it early enough, I can be spared the two hour trip. I call their helpline and talk to some Indian half a globe away. These folks have absolutely no clue how the whole system works, and will never release you your local station's phone numbers. If you are good at explaining, they will tell you some address and let you go pick your package. This last time, after a while of telling same old story, I was asked the door tag number. They just don't get it.
In fact, I had never had this sort of trouble with any other carrier, be it UPS or the Postal Service. Neither did I have trouble when ordering with FedEx to my work. So the only conclusion I can make is they are cheating, simply letting simple folks down and paying attention to large customers. These assholes should call themselves Little-Joe-Can-Pick-His-Shit-Himself, not a delivery service. So from now on it is my complete boycott of FedEx, whenever possible.
