Bad dates get a bad rap…

September 7, 2017

Something should be chalked up to a ‘good’ bad dates…not bad, not bad in the hollywood sense or even the worst case, drink thrown in face, slapped, embarrassed in front of thousands of people…but just vanilla/ehhhh-type dates … not good not bad, just ehhhhhhh…a few sparks, a few episodes of kino, a few glances but that’s it…

but bad dates should be given more value than even good dates… gotta love a good date – that eye contact, that body contact, that kino, those sweet mini-kisses, that feeling, that knowingly thought of the best fucken sex in the world in T minus 71 minutes 32 seconds…fucken love that!!!

without those luke-warm dates the aforementioned wouldnt mean much…

you gotta have the rain to appreciate the sunshine…

(mainly for me so I don’t waste my time in the future as I now see a trend)
good signs of good vibes:
-obsessive text messaging
-more questions than answers
-messages after you fall asleep
-messages before you wake up
-asking you out
-comes over to your place date #1

you gotta love life –

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conflicting confrontations…

April 7, 2017

well shit…it’s EOD thursday and I guess I had a pretty good week … many things to be thankful for…I really do … I’ll take this minute to mention them

the fucken husky’s kneed is all chopped up and she’s doing well
the nissan is wrapped up and all I need is a tune and it should be a rocket ship
pretty damn good week/month at work – great CDOT meeting!
holy-hell hockey is going good…

and on that note … I think one can gauge one’s performance when the rubber meets the road and the pressure is on. Further more, in hockey and in other aspects of life, there are certain positions that can completely change the future.

Having a ‘clutch’ boss that can take care of his employees, provide contracts, provide work, provide salaries is key to any successful business. This is even more explamplified during economic downturns or declines in industry.

Relating this to mens rec-league hockey has similar parallels … having a superstar center who can set others up to score goals and score goals himself are a must for any successful team. On top of that is having a goalie that can take control of a game in his favor. It goes beyond stopping the puck, a good goalie can direct his team. A good goalie will give micro-assignments to players in the middle of the play, alert players of otherwise unnoticed obstacles or just be a cheerleader for the team.

I reached a point in my music life and I went backwards

July 28, 2016

gauydiiimnnn…I feel old…I guess I havent been following the current trends in social music because I have no fucken idea who any of these new mother fuckers are…

but rather try to catalog each of these I throw the towel and I’ve decided to go backwards…I’ve determine that the majority of today’s music is a joke…almost humorous…(yeah, there’s some good stuff out there but not like there used to be)… but rather than wait for good music to come out from pool of whats out there I’d go search my idea of good artist’s previous work…and not only previous albums and songs but their live performances…with how readily available everything is it’s been no challenge finding new old songs…so far so good!

vanilla is best reserved for ice cream…

July 28, 2016

it was ‘Professor’ Lohman … my high school engineering physics teacher who help me discover (quite possibly) the best lesson I’ve ever learn…the lesson…not conservation of momentum, not equilibrium, not how to remove error from an experiment…Professor Lohman taught me how to determine the wrong answer.

Not the right answer … but the wrong answer…and if you can accurately determine 4 wrong answers then you can determine the right answer (for example on a 5 choice multiple choice exam).

I’ve used this analogy many many times … but in more than one way Prof Lohman threw curve balls … Lohman would deliberately put the ‘wrong’ answers on a quiz/exam simply to mess with us… Lohman would know the mistakes we’d make …whether it was not putting velocity in ft/sec or forgetting to use a coefficient of friction but he was smarter than we were dumb.

The bigger lesson is to recognize the right answer before it was calculated…whether you knew an reasonable range or whether you could determine simply by the units…

As my life computes out it’s just one big fucken math equation and sometimes I wonder if I’m the one-quarter-retard in the 3rd year calculus course as a 1st semester freshman (again)…fml…

but if theres a silver lining to this it’s that you can win a portion of the problem simply by knowing which answer isnt right…

Thats how tonight went…shit, it wasnt the right answer but god damn it might be close…it wasnt bad but it wasnt good…I lined up the GFS … I double checked what was given, I know what I’m after, but the solution just didnt line up…am I sure, double check the givens, double check what you’re finding, double check the equation, double check the numbers…

but if I revert back to what old-boy Lohman taught – if it’s not the right answer it’s the wrong answer…

 

 

 

 

 

teaching your kids to gamble…a must for any parent..

June 10, 2016

Well…shit, I dont have kids…and to be honest … I’m half surprised…I guess I’m good at pulling out…

but theres gonna be a day that I do…and if theres a handful of skills I’m going to teach them it’ll be how to gamble…not only how to gamble but how to lose…and not only how to lose but how to realize you’re in a losing situation and if you want to ‘win’ it’ll be by losing the least…

I dont think it was until I was in my mid to late twenties that I really spent some time in a casino…and spending time in a casino will teach you how to lose…the odd are stack up against you – whether you recognize it or not, but casinos teach you (real quick) how to realize youre getting your ass kicked at reality…and furthermore, what if you could learn (at age 25) how to completely recognize a losing proposition?

Imagine if you learned how to recognize and remove yourself from a losing proposition within moments of it happening…how far ahead would you be in life?

You get out of your mid-twenties and a bakers dozen of life situations come up on you … some fruitful and some not…

Think of all the shit that you’ve invested in that has boned you since then and how much money, time, sex, stress, worry, energy, etc…blah blah blah that you’ve invested in such and gotten no return…

How much would you pay at age 25 to learn the ‘get-out-point’ for the rest of your life?  one dollar?  ten dollars? one hundred dollars? one thousand dollars? ten thousand dollars?  It’s gotta be high…it’s gotta be in the 5 to 6 digit range…that’s what I’m saying…imagine if for $500 you could take your kid to blackhawk or vegas and teach this lesson…

 

 

 

tax advantages and social skills

May 25, 2016

dont know why but Bruno Mars is on my tool-tunes list…uptown funk gets me going…don’t know why but it does…especially if I’m already hopped up…but it makes me wonder why B-mar didnt release this video under his name…it’s him in the whole damn song…

wtf…

then I started thinking that it’s a tax thing…what if you’re featured on a song, you dont have to pay taxes on your revenue, it’s the original artist that pays the tax…then I was like…nah, black people don’t pay taxes…

been banging this chick, well, minus the last 3 weeks as she’s flaked…I don’t really care because I just don’t…but she has the worst social etiquette I seen in a chick…overly needy, beyond trust issues, bad communications etiquette, socially awkward…weird…

I had a thought from last week after hockey but now I can’t remember it…maybe I’ll remember…

 

 

this weeks challenge…

March 7, 2016

this weeks challenge is to get shit-faced and then go watch nine inch nails videos until you  puke…

Fairly sure I was poisoned…

February 29, 2016

Who fuck’n poisoned me…no serious!  good god dammit I’ve never run those types of equations in my fucken head – ever…who did it!

I’ve been keeping bad hours the past few days … mainly because of this wedding…Jeffs wedding…actually pretty good wedding…

but the kids were out until 1am with other wedding party people … but I already felt like shit because I was so tired (mostly the day before)…who knew indy could be so fun…

the wedding went down pretty good, like it was supposed and like everyone wanted.  DId the best mans speech with homeboy keks and I didnt think it went bad but it didnt go great either…but a few people mentioned that we did well…it just didnt feel as good as it could have…

The fucken DJ nailed it with journey as the last song  – I gotta write that down!

Well, everyone hustled back to the hotel and grab a bite to eat, a beer and some good convos with everyone that came in for the wedding…no reason to no participate.  I really did feel like complete dog shit at this point due to my (unrealistic) perception of the best man speech…I think from here on out I’m never doing another one…ahhh fuck it!!!

some where along the line someone dropped a pill into my beer…I don’t know if it was the battshit crazy waitress who was already tee’d off that she was serving a bunch of fucken hipsters or if it was someone within the party that picked up on my lapse of depression and discourse…but somewhere along the line…or maybe I’m just being dramatic (sorta don’t think I am)…

Wrapped up my beer and I think keks picked it up for me … up to the hotel room and changed into nothing and proceeded to bed…fucken weird…but I feel asleep pretty quick just like you’d expect…

like how a blaring bathroom light hits you at 2 am when all you want to do is piss, but not all over the seat, I woke up in quite possibly the coldest evil’est sweat ever…my pillow was soaked, the bed was soaked…I actually thought I pissed the bed! which would be rather hard to explain to housekeeping…but no piss, just sweat…and lost of it…heart pounding, wide awake, shaking, wondering what the fuck was going on…and rush of guilt, depression, thoughts of suicide, failure, regret, anger, sadness, and annoyance took me over like how a tsunami tidal wave takes over a coastal town…you see it coming, coming from miles off the coast, in a massive blur of perfect clarity…

which, for eveyone who doesnt know me (everyone) is a 180* from me overall…I’m mister fucken positive, it could always get worse, keep your head up, shit happens mentality…

I got out of bed, wide wide WIDE awake and took a few seconds to observe the shittier parts of indy from the 24th floor of the JWM…the occasional set of headlights running the streets, the night lights of the city south of town, the red blinking lights of communication towers…weird…I started looking down closer to the foot of the building and the tsunami wave of negativity was nothing but a few hundred feet out … and all I could think about was ending my life right then and there…it was the nuttiest feeling in the world but a massive feeling of failure completely took me over…so much to the point where being 250 feet in the air was the scariest feeling since my first skydive…it was so overpowering that I immediately put clothes on got out of the hotel … I immediately took the elevator down to the lobby and hung out in the lobby for a few minutes and walked around downtown for as long as I possibly could…it was cold and windy so a few blocks of windy indy air was all I got…I got back up to the hotel and I don’t know if a responsible line of thoughts entered my head and I damn near called the police on myself, I started thinking if indy had a suicide prevention hotline!  like what the fuck!! these were reasonable conscious thoughts that left my forehead…

I got back up to my room and back into bed…I think by now it was 3am…I laid in bed, warming up and trying to put a reason behind the past few hours but couldnt do it…nothing made sense…I’ve done plenty of drugs, alcohol, adrenaline but this was like nothing ever felt before…

I laid in bed, still shivering from being outside and finally fell asleep an hour or so in…

I woke up around 8am for breakfast and felt completely normal…like nothing happened…

All I can come up with is that someone put an antidepressant into my drink bc I was so bummed earlier and ‘thoughts of suicide or depression’ was hitting me…

This whole episode got me thinking…put me in the place of super famous people who’ve committed suicide to end their lives…what if someone could gauge the distance between the highest-high and the lowest-low of anyone individual?

And given this ‘distance’ as a  indicator of ones feelings from their highs to their lows…

 

 

I could never…(half funny and half serious)

February 29, 2016

I could never bang Enya…she looks too much like my mom…

 

 

Never buy the first car you test drive…

November 14, 2015

Never buy the first, damn I say the second or even third, car you test drive…

Literally and figuratively…

literally in that you need to drive two or three different cars (even of the same model) to get a feel for how each individual car drives…more on this later if required

Women should be the same way on every scale of the topic…