| Does anyone read this anymore? |
[Sep. 3rd, 2006|04:01 am] |
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This journal kind of just randomly popped into my head one day, and I was just curious if anyone still reads this, so if you see this and you know who I am, just leave a comment. Please? thanks. |
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[Feb. 10th, 2006|01:44 am] |
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"Misconception" is the most overused word in the english language. I'm serious. every time I heard it, I start eating tin foil to ease my pain. |
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[Feb. 10th, 2006|01:43 am] |
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Restaurant ettiquette rule #5: Don't bring your own food and drink to a restaurant. There are some starving people waiting just to get seated and you're wasting a table with no business. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2006|01:23 am] |
Some women protest, "I'm a feminist, just not a radical feminist." Kate O'Beirne is impatient with such qualifications. She is not any kind of feminist, and when you finish her sparkling new book "Women Who Make the World Worse," you won't be one either.
Feminism, far from promoting the happiness and well-being of women and society, has instead left great swaths of melancholy in its wake. O'Beirne cites "One large study of well-being data on one hundred thousand Americans and Britons from the early 1970s to the late 1990s found that while American men had grown happier, women's well-being had dramatically fallen during the period . . . women were 20 percent less happy."
The so-called "women's movement" was and is a misnomer. Most women reject the anti-male, anti-family bias of the professional feminists. But a dedicated cohort of humorless, bitter, crusading women -- mostly from miserable families -- was able to dictate policy in some of the most important realms of life.
Feminists now claim that they were never against marriage and family. But O'Beirne has kept the quotes in her files. In 1971, Ms. Magazine founder Robin Morgan called marriage "a slavery-like practice," adding that "We cannot destroy the inequities between men and women until we destroy marriage." Australian feminist guru Germaine Greer recommended that all women leave their husbands in search of more satisfying "rambling organic structures" (sounds vaguely unhygienic). And Jessie Bernard, a Pennsylvania State University sociologist, asserted that the "destructive nature" of marriage was both figuratively and literally making women sick.
Strangely, while feminists were burning with indignation toward men, they also enthusiastically endorsed promiscuity. O'Beirne quotes Harvard Law professor Mary Ann Glendon, who notes that early feminists who sought the vote and other rights "saw that the ready availability of abortion would facilitate the sexual exploitation of women . . . they regarded free love, abortion and easy divorce as disastrous for women and children." Modern feminists, by contrast, were characterized by a "puzzling combination of two things that do not ordinarily go together: anger against men and promiscuity; man-hating and man-chasing."
It is peculiar, but it grew, like so many feminist fantasies, from one foundational error: the idea that men and women are in all important respects alike, and where they are different it is because society has trained them to be so. There are thousands of studies, examples and life experiences that put the lie to this notion, and O'Beirne quotes many. But one stands out particularly. In gauging the attitude of college students toward casual sex, a researcher recently asked college students to approach a member of the opposite sex and say, "I've been noticing you around campus. I find you very attractive. Would you go to bed with me tonight?" Seventy-five percent of men said they'd happily carry out the assignment. None of the 48 young women assented.
Feminists have peddled more than their share of myths over the past 40 years -- that women earn less than men for the same work; that domestic violence is rife within the traditional nuclear family; that women do not want to take care of their young children and therefore require government-funded day care; that children do better in group care than with their mothers -- and Kate O'Beirne debunks them all. But one area in particular deserves wider acknowledgment and that is what feminism has done to the military. Against the better judgment of generals and admirals, women have been given more and more access to combat, to the point where scores of women have been killed and wounded in Iraq.
Many did not even recognize, when they entered the service, that they would be deployed so close to the front lines. It isn't just women who suffer. Large numbers of women soldiers are mothers (single or married), leaving behind babies and young children. Nor is the participation of women in combat situations good for readiness or morale. Women have far higher rates of injuries and sick days than men, to say nothing of pregnancy, which in one famous case sidelined 10 percent of the women sailors on a Navy ship. But O'Beirne's argument is completely politically incorrect and completely on the money as to the most profound reason to keep combat an all-male occupation. She quotes historian S.L.A. Marshall, who found that a man will overcome his fear and do what he must because he risks losing "the one thing he is likely to value more highly than life -- his reputation as a man among men." |
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| There's no way I could make this shit up: |
[Dec. 22nd, 2005|06:39 am] |
<jesterlo1> So back in the day of the modem, when porn was limited to pictures only, I used to go to lots of thumbnail galleries and save the pictures to a folder that I would use a slideshow on afterwards.
<jesterlo1> The great thing about a slideshow is that pressing any key makes it disappear, good for the uninvited guest, know what I mean?
<jesterlo1> Well it turned out that uninvited guest was my father and I was in the middle of a "session" so I quickly press escape and ask him whats up.
<jesterlo1> He looks at me, looks at the screen, I look at the screen, say, "uhhhhhhhhhh", then he mutters something about if there was any email for him and leaves quickly.
<jesterlo1> FUCKING INTERNET EXPLORER HAS "SET AS BACKGROUND" NEXT TO "SAVE IMAGE"
<jesterlo1> And said pic was a huge cock spraying all over this girls face.
<jesterlo1> But because of the dimensions of the pic, all you could see was a huge cock spraying as my background.
<jesterlo1> And that my friends, is why I use Firefox. |
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[Dec. 14th, 2005|04:29 am] |
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Restaurant etiquette rule #4: Don't come in with a party of 20 and expect to be seated at one table. |
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[Dec. 4th, 2005|11:26 pm] |
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I have OCD, and it's getting worse. |
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[Dec. 4th, 2005|02:52 am] |
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Restuarant etiquette rule #3: Don't ask for a box and continue to leave the food on the table. **edited** |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2005|05:15 am] |
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Restaurant etiquette rule #2: If you bring small kids that like throwing food on the floor, don't let them get spagetti. |
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| Return of the LJ |
[Dec. 2nd, 2005|03:55 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Nauseous at the moment | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Foreigner - Head Games | ] |
I know I can go a long periods of time without posting. That's because... well, I don't really have time between work, class, server maintenance, and guild wars. When I do realize that I have a journal sitting on its thumbs, and friends posts and whatnot, I promptly go back here, reply to a few of the newest posts in the friend's page, and make a post of my own (hence...). There's been a thing on my mind for a few days.
I don't know if anyone knows (probably not because I just found out recently myself), but I have a photographic memory. I kind of knew, somewhat, but something like that you just don't know without it being told to you. Like being red-orange color blind. Someone has to tell you, because you don't really have any base to make a comparison to. But now that I do know, it does seem very evident that I am in my ways of learning and thinking process.
There are 3 main types of learning: visual, auditory, and sensitory (I made that up for now, because i don't remember the real term). Sensitory being touch, or muscle memory? I, myself am a 100% visual learner. I do realize now, that this is true. I will now give you an insight into how I think.
Learning: I learn what I see. If one were to go the auditory route (which by the way, I can't do), what I have to do, either in my mind or on paper, is turn that information into a visual image. Example: phone numbers. If someone gives me their phone number, and my goal is to memorize that number, I don't memorize the number, the order, the relationship between them. I just can't do that. What I do is I visualize a numeric pad and the shape that the digits go in. I know, it does sound weird at first, but that is really how I do things. And it works.
My thinking process: Because I am all visual, that leaves little to no room for auditory. That makes me a very bad listener (Sean, if you're reading this, just count all the times I've misheard you all those times). That might not be what some of you think, and I do try my very best to listen, but here is what goes on behind the scenes (example being a long story): The begining I do listen to, and I conjure up in my mind the characters, setting, mood and stuff like that. From there on, I zone out (almost literally) and continue the story on what I've heard so far. That leaves my "subconcious" mind in the driver's seat. There is a telltale sign, if you're around me enough, you might even remember something about when I transition into this phase. I either close my eyes, look down, or look from side to side a lot. Now, the subconcious is a very powerful piece of the mind. For me, it is able to dictate or narrate the continuation of the story from what you're saying, and relays it to whatever scene was in my head at the time. So, at the same time your story is playing out in my head, there is a big part of fantasy that is entwined in there with it, filling up all the details that I don't have (not that it's a bad thing; that could possibly make the whole story bad if you nit pick on every detail).
I do a lot of thinking. In fact, for every story, I also come up with 3+ alternate plots that go along. It could just be an overactive imagination. Rest assured, though, that I have never acted or even expressed anything about anything relating to alternate stories, and I don't get them mixed up. When my mind has nothing new to think of, I replay older thoughts in my head. That's when it goes bad for me, because... well... let's just say for now... I don't have the happiest memories. If you don't know what I'm talking about... don't bother making assumptions, because that'll just make yourself look like an idiot. And I'm not gonna tell you if you do end up making an idiot of yourself, because that is no more reason to tell people anything about myself.
Now, for those of you reading this, that might explain a few things about me. I know... this is somewhat long winded and time consuming, and maybe you'll end up reading this last paragraph for a summary. Bear with me here; I don't really know how to compress it anymore than it is, and I've tried to make it as clear as possible. If there was something I missed, left out, or just forgot, ask me. I will tell you the missing info. I do that kind of thing even on my english papers. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2005|12:22 pm] |
Hey arthur... here are the lyrics to that depressing song i was talking about.
He had enough
He couldn't take anymore
He'd found a place
In his mind and slammed the door
No matter how they tried
They couldn't understand
They washed and dressed him
Fed him by hand
Yeah! I've left the world behind
I'm safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
I'll decide not you
Withdrawn he'd sit there
Stare blank into space
No sign of life
Would flicker on his face
Until one day he smiled
It seemed as though with pride
The wind kissed him
Goodbye - and then he died
Yeah! I've left the world behind
I'm safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
I'll decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
It's not fit for livin' in
Yeah! I will start again
It can take forever, and ever, and ever
And ever, but I'll still win.
How many like him,
Are there still
But to us, all
Seem to have lost the will
They lie in thousands
Plagued and lost
Is nothing worth this bitter cost
Yeah! I've left the world behind
I'm safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
I'll decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
It's not fit for livin' in
Beoynd the realms of death. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2005|01:01 am] |
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I understand how scissors can beat paper, and i get how rock can beat scissors, but there's no fucking way paper can beat rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why cant paper do this to people? Why arents sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper cant beat anybody, a rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. When i play rock/ paper/ scissors, i always choose rock. Then, when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper, I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, "oh shit, im sorry, I thought paper would protect you." |
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[Nov. 4th, 2005|02:32 pm] |
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22 astronauts are from Ohio. What about Ohio makes people want to..... flee the earth? |
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[Oct. 4th, 2005|02:41 pm] |
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I just compleated intercourse with your female parental unit, as they say in the hood. |
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| On the subject of bumper stickers... |
[Oct. 3rd, 2005|01:51 am] |
I saw one in new york that said "I was born OK the first time." I laughed when I saw that.
Another one way just today on my way to work: "Atone black reparations." (sic) on a brand new Mercury Moutaineer with a V8. |
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[Sep. 20th, 2005|02:48 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Black Crows - Hard to Handle | ] |
For those of you that don't know, I went to Rochester, NY sunday and monday for a bartending competition. One of the bartenders from the Friday's in golden gate was in it. This trip is the best vacation I've ever been on here why:
- Friggin awesome scenery on the way there. I mean, I saw cloud cover that you don't see around here. And the HUGE friggin dorms from that long street leading up to them.
- I got there, and pretty much instantly got along with Marc's roommate.
- I got there just in time for the new family guy episode. PERFECT TIMING!
- Within 1 hr of me being there, a girl hit on me. (at least that's what it looked a lot like)
- We listened to some cool music (Me, Marc, and his roomie) and Marc started dancing when it got to the Numa Numa. Marc, I was laughing on the inside. I really was!
- I was able to thwart Marc's determination to actually study for his psych exam for the night.
- I slept naked in a sleeping bag in a room with 2 gay guys. Hmmm.
And on monday, well let me just tell you this: Me & Marc woke at 8 for his psych class at 9 (test being on tues). I followed him, and there was an interesting video about perception. I love psych. I was falling asleep in that class because I had little sleep, not because it was boring. It wasn't. After, we went to this really good coffee place, but their muffins were something to be desired. Nice comfy couches there. I slept. And drank coffee in my sleep. Then Marc had to work for like 2 hrs (wtf was that, marc?). I didn't mind it, though. I went on my own to find a quiet place where I could make noise how I wanted to, and I stumbled upon the Student Government room. It's just a big room that's a mix between a library and a furniture store. It had couches literally the length of the room. and it wrapped around the outside. Well I decided to kick back and watch The Dead Zone - the movie (thank you SEAN!). Now I know how the TV series will end. That is the first older movie I've seen that I can actually identify emotion! Then I found the DDR machine. I was told on sunday night that it was free, and if that were the case, I would have to break my vow never to play again. But that particular machine wasn't free. The other one I never saw was. Then I went to TGI Friday's-Rochester for munch. I came back and went to the coffee place and slept a bit more. I woke up, went to the store, bought a T-shirt, when Marc called me to meet him at the dorms. I stole his tripod, then I went back to TGI for the bartending competition. This is a whole story in itself.
There were really 2 main awesome things that happened there. The event in general was a blast. And to add onto that, there was a HUGE group that came too. I just realized today how cool the people I work with are. To sum it up, I can only describe it in the form of a webcomic:
Need I say more? Maybe. I know there's a whole bunch of people that wanted to see it, so after I edit the video I have, I'll give you guys a copy. If that's how much fun gay people have, I'm bi starting today. I say bi because I still get to have sex with girls. "the best of both worlds."
Now I feel like a douche, becase I hate reading long posts, and I just made one. Try to bear with. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2005|10:54 pm] |
OK, so I just wanted to point out the total and complete irony in this link, which i actually NEEDED:
www.google.com/support/bin/answer.py?answer =502&query=unable+to+access+google&topic=0&type=f
how the hell are you supposed to read it if you can't GET THERE?! ARGH! |
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| On my Akron U. experience |
[Sep. 9th, 2005|03:18 am] |
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| | Wouldn't you like to know? You'd prolly hate it anyway. | ] |
There is no doubt in my mind that I totally hated it. I had bad teachers that couldn't teach, an awful roommate, food that was too expensive for the meal plan, and just an overall bad time. But no matter how much I hate it, I really miss it right now. Perhaps it's because it was probably the one thing that was in my life which remotely resembled normalcy. Even with all that "psycho-babble" about how people usually want to fit in with the group - the majority - and the ever-so rebellious teenagers, even found in college (thought not as distict), that don't want to be part of the group in any circumstance. I find myself in the midst of both goups, even with the awareness of such catagorizing, it's still accurate about our resignation to the majority, because for me the feeling is very much alive.
Now, after many hours of thought, I've found the change to be a bad decision on my part, because now of my few Akron friends, even fewer that I still converse with anymore, are back in school; but to me, Akron hasn't even started, like it's still a summer break there. |
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