Hgnananananananann!
Go see The Cavalier. Laugh alot at the first fifteen minutes, then BURN THE TAPE. And yes, "The Warriors" still licks my n00tz. Anyway, that's enough griping to get me into the mood for another one of my pissy LJ entries.
POINT OF ORDER - Am I a big pussy?
Oh hell, I hope not. Scott and I sparred last ... uh... Wednesday? Back me up on this, Scott, it was Wednesday, right? Anywho, we putzed around for about ten or 15 minutes before the heaviness was thrown down... and about five minutes into it, he caps me on the side of my shin pretty good. Ow. I'm still feeling it (a little). So, about a minute later, I'm like, "Fuck. I can't walk on my leg. I guess... I can't keep going!" and Charlie goes to take him on or whatever. I know it wasn't a contest or anything, but I still feel lame. In case you were wondering, I don't have much sense of a "Big man must always be on top and kicking ass!" perspective. I'm just pissed because it's a nice example of how damned out of shape I'm getting. I was winded, my leg took me out, and I really wasn't into it that much anyway. About a year or so ago, I'd be all up on it. I love(d) to fight. Now, I just didn't care. I wouldn't worry about it so much except I'm sort of floating away from anything really competetive. Not so much because I'm scared to compete, but just because it doesn't interest me that much anymore. I don't know if I'm just a big lameass now, or the stakes aren't high enough now. Hell, I liked being a competetive asshole, with little focus on the asshole part. I used to define myself as a competetive, alone, "I don't give a fuck" person with little or no ties to the world around me. Now I have a girlfriend, a job I want to keep, people I have to impress, and I don't feel that fire anymore. I like not being so alone anymore, and I like having the job... but damn. Can I not be such a big pussy? Please? Fuck.
POINT OF ORDER - Am I getting to be obtuse?
I used to be able to sense pretty much what people were feeling (no, no mystic mojo at work here. I just had a good idea of how people were getting along in their heads by certain cues, etc), and now I'm not so sure. It's not -gone-, but sometimes I'm either completely baffled, or am way off the mark. I'm just getting old, or something. Maybe I'm surrounded by people who are just too fucked up to comprehend. Maybe I am right, and these people who baffle me are just fooling themselves (Is that not the most arrogant thing, ever? Muaha). I'm starting to think I should just stick to keeping my mouth shut more and more, because where I used to be seen as clever or something, now I'm just wasting soundwaves. Urgh.
POINT OF ORDER - Where in the holy fuck is Jed?
Last night at the L5R tourney, Craig beat Jed in the final four. ANGER ENSUED! Jed constantly repeated "Forget it, just forget it" and hurriedly collected up his cards and barged out while Craig refused to be smart and kept speaking about how Jed was being dumb. Two things to keep in mind here - Craig is about the worst person EVER at knowing when to shut up, and knowing how to deal with people. He constantly says he knows what he's doing in these two areas, but I have yet to see any real proof. The second thing is that Jed is funny about things like card games. I suppose that he (self-admittedly) doesn't have alot going for him in his life that he really, really likes, so the card games are an outlet for him to say, "Hey, I r0xx0r at this!". However, a good way to see this has gone overboard is when you're playing (this happened last night before Craig beat him) against someone who doesn't even play the game that much at all, and you're getting up on their case because you're about to lose. Cheeeeeel Weeenston. But anyway, when the big Craig/Jed cagematch came down, Jed wanted to go back and do something, which Craig naturally thought Jed was using information he just gained to make that decision. It was pretty clear to everyone that Jed just plain forgot to do something, but of course Craig, thinking he has infinite wisdom or something, kept telling Jed that he only wanted to go back because he was practically wanting to cheat. Jed got pissed and stormed out. Haven't seen him since. I know he's not going to do anything stupid, but it would have been nice to talk to him. I'd call his cell phone, but chances are he wouldn't answer, or the damned thing's off anyway.
POINT OF ORDER - How are you gentlemen?!
All your base are belong to us.
Asses.
POINT OF ORDER - Why can't you people fucking get along?
Eh? WHY? I'm not saying my way of looking at things is perfect, but I'm a HUGE FAN of tolerance, which is something alot of people around me seem to lack for one another. Except Jake. And in Jake's case, I'm really worried he's not so much tolerant as just unwilling to stand up for himself. He's a nice guy, very patient and giving, but he also seems to allow himself to be taken advantage of. I wouldn't know for sure, though.
POINT OF ORDER - Shouldn't I be working on my book?
That's right, MY BOOK. The people at AEG put me in charge of a 80k book. What does this mean? That I have bitches (Or as Shawn says, "I am fraught with bitches") and AEG is looking favorably at me. While I don't suppose I'll ever have a real position in their ranks, at least this is an exceptional entry into my writer's resume. Or I could just hire Ninja Cook Assassins to knock off Rich and Shawn and have all the power to myself. Muahahaha. Speaking of which, I should get that outline finished in a few here...
POINT OF ORDER - Is there a God?
God, if you're reading, respond. I think a simple LJ response is very little to ask. Then again, I also think $1million is little to ask from the lottery, and it has yet to show up, either.
POINT OF ORDER - Where am I going?
Who knows. I certainly don't pretend to know, and realistically, by this time next year, I have no clue where I could be or what I'll be doing there, or even who I'll be doing it with. I know what/where/who I want in the next year, but I've noticed I have very little control on these global issues.
Eh. Fuck that. I'm going to work. How's that?
Anjin-san off.
POINT OF ORDER - Am I a big pussy?
Oh hell, I hope not. Scott and I sparred last ... uh... Wednesday? Back me up on this, Scott, it was Wednesday, right? Anywho, we putzed around for about ten or 15 minutes before the heaviness was thrown down... and about five minutes into it, he caps me on the side of my shin pretty good. Ow. I'm still feeling it (a little). So, about a minute later, I'm like, "Fuck. I can't walk on my leg. I guess... I can't keep going!" and Charlie goes to take him on or whatever. I know it wasn't a contest or anything, but I still feel lame. In case you were wondering, I don't have much sense of a "Big man must always be on top and kicking ass!" perspective. I'm just pissed because it's a nice example of how damned out of shape I'm getting. I was winded, my leg took me out, and I really wasn't into it that much anyway. About a year or so ago, I'd be all up on it. I love(d) to fight. Now, I just didn't care. I wouldn't worry about it so much except I'm sort of floating away from anything really competetive. Not so much because I'm scared to compete, but just because it doesn't interest me that much anymore. I don't know if I'm just a big lameass now, or the stakes aren't high enough now. Hell, I liked being a competetive asshole, with little focus on the asshole part. I used to define myself as a competetive, alone, "I don't give a fuck" person with little or no ties to the world around me. Now I have a girlfriend, a job I want to keep, people I have to impress, and I don't feel that fire anymore. I like not being so alone anymore, and I like having the job... but damn. Can I not be such a big pussy? Please? Fuck.
POINT OF ORDER - Am I getting to be obtuse?
I used to be able to sense pretty much what people were feeling (no, no mystic mojo at work here. I just had a good idea of how people were getting along in their heads by certain cues, etc), and now I'm not so sure. It's not -gone-, but sometimes I'm either completely baffled, or am way off the mark. I'm just getting old, or something. Maybe I'm surrounded by people who are just too fucked up to comprehend. Maybe I am right, and these people who baffle me are just fooling themselves (Is that not the most arrogant thing, ever? Muaha). I'm starting to think I should just stick to keeping my mouth shut more and more, because where I used to be seen as clever or something, now I'm just wasting soundwaves. Urgh.
POINT OF ORDER - Where in the holy fuck is Jed?
Last night at the L5R tourney, Craig beat Jed in the final four. ANGER ENSUED! Jed constantly repeated "Forget it, just forget it" and hurriedly collected up his cards and barged out while Craig refused to be smart and kept speaking about how Jed was being dumb. Two things to keep in mind here - Craig is about the worst person EVER at knowing when to shut up, and knowing how to deal with people. He constantly says he knows what he's doing in these two areas, but I have yet to see any real proof. The second thing is that Jed is funny about things like card games. I suppose that he (self-admittedly) doesn't have alot going for him in his life that he really, really likes, so the card games are an outlet for him to say, "Hey, I r0xx0r at this!". However, a good way to see this has gone overboard is when you're playing (this happened last night before Craig beat him) against someone who doesn't even play the game that much at all, and you're getting up on their case because you're about to lose. Cheeeeeel Weeenston. But anyway, when the big Craig/Jed cagematch came down, Jed wanted to go back and do something, which Craig naturally thought Jed was using information he just gained to make that decision. It was pretty clear to everyone that Jed just plain forgot to do something, but of course Craig, thinking he has infinite wisdom or something, kept telling Jed that he only wanted to go back because he was practically wanting to cheat. Jed got pissed and stormed out. Haven't seen him since. I know he's not going to do anything stupid, but it would have been nice to talk to him. I'd call his cell phone, but chances are he wouldn't answer, or the damned thing's off anyway.
POINT OF ORDER - How are you gentlemen?!
All your base are belong to us.
Asses.
POINT OF ORDER - Why can't you people fucking get along?
Eh? WHY? I'm not saying my way of looking at things is perfect, but I'm a HUGE FAN of tolerance, which is something alot of people around me seem to lack for one another. Except Jake. And in Jake's case, I'm really worried he's not so much tolerant as just unwilling to stand up for himself. He's a nice guy, very patient and giving, but he also seems to allow himself to be taken advantage of. I wouldn't know for sure, though.
POINT OF ORDER - Shouldn't I be working on my book?
That's right, MY BOOK. The people at AEG put me in charge of a 80k book. What does this mean? That I have bitches (Or as Shawn says, "I am fraught with bitches") and AEG is looking favorably at me. While I don't suppose I'll ever have a real position in their ranks, at least this is an exceptional entry into my writer's resume. Or I could just hire Ninja Cook Assassins to knock off Rich and Shawn and have all the power to myself. Muahahaha. Speaking of which, I should get that outline finished in a few here...
POINT OF ORDER - Is there a God?
God, if you're reading, respond. I think a simple LJ response is very little to ask. Then again, I also think $1million is little to ask from the lottery, and it has yet to show up, either.
POINT OF ORDER - Where am I going?
Who knows. I certainly don't pretend to know, and realistically, by this time next year, I have no clue where I could be or what I'll be doing there, or even who I'll be doing it with. I know what/where/who I want in the next year, but I've noticed I have very little control on these global issues.
Eh. Fuck that. I'm going to work. How's that?
Anjin-san off.