Boredom at works

I haz it:

Yeah.  It's a more excruciatingly slower Friday than normal.

Abundant Abscence

Well folks it's that time again for another trip to the abomination of desolation, I mean, southern Utah.  That may mean that posting will be quite light for the next week or so.  Although I'm going down there to take the locutus of genetic payload #4 so he can spend the week with me, I'm a little sad because it'll mean that I'm gonna miss the airshow at Hill AFB for the 4th year in a row.  Oh well.  I feel I still have my priorities straight, just not planned overly well.  I'm sitting right now trying to console myself by remembering that no matter how good the Thunderbirds are, the Blue Angels always put on a better show.


FLY NAVY!



Don't cross the streams

Okay, I just wasted a mass amount of time squee-ing like a girl while reading the uber-nerdy delight that is Minimum Wage Historian.  I found out about it via Larry's Correia's place (totally a local, btw).  So MWH is basically a round-table history discussion with a panel of people from different places and periods in history.  It's not only intriguingly informative, but also ridiculously hilarious.  Ever wonder what napoleon's thoughts were on WWII's eastern front (or Cheetos)?  Ever wanted a weapons lesson From Joan de Arc?  Yeah it's there, along with some of the most geeky/nerdy references that you may ever see in a history lesson.  Go give it a look see.  It's well worth the read.

On a related note, I've been neglecting to purchase a copy Monster Hunter International.  It's one of the very few novels I've been itching to read lately, and I'm hearing all sorts of awesome things about it.  Such as the fact that there is now an official MHI team stationed in Utah County.  Yeah, I gotta get in on this, or at least one of those snazzy patches.

Survivors always have trust issues

I struggle with many vices in life, but one that seems to surface more than most, stems from an issue with trust.  Now, when I say I have trust issues, I think I have a problem with trusting too readily.  I have an annoying tendancy to blindly trust until it is proven that a person cannot be trusted.  This is something I have tried to work on, but has resulted in slow progress.

However, that isn't the main issue I wanted to bring up.  I just find it kind of ironic that the virtue of withholding trust until it is earned, despite being something I admire in a person, is simultaneously something that tends to emotionally bruise me somewhat often. 

I suppose it's because I also have a bit of unhealty pride in thinking that I am someone who is trustworthy, and after meeting people whom I not only respect but enjoy (or even with people I have loved for a long time), who do not trust me, it hurts.  Now granted, I don't blame at all those who may not have known me long, or don't know me very well for not trusting me.  What gets me is when I very much want to be worthy of someone's trust, but I am never given the opportunity to, or when I have known someone for a long time, and I end up not being trusted. 

Like I said, it's a stupid little thing in life that I shouldn't even worry about that much, but I guess it's just something that inherently means a lot to me, and I can't help but be more than a little hurt by it.

Things that nearly made my week

You ever have a friend coin a phrase in conversation that just plunges you into laughter?  Well, here's a collection of some completely out-of-context (and unrelated to each other) phrases that made me more than giggle when I heard them recently:

"I'm telling you, some kid's parents...."
"He's just a puddle of cute!"
"I thought we were a Jif people"
"Soup kitchen sauce explosion"
"Double-fisted hand thingy"
"Is that Faux Shizzle?" <---seriously :)

Okay, I'll fess up that I'm the one that coined the soup kitchen phrase, but I couldn't help but enjoy it.  I wish I had the literary prowess to recount the conversations bringing the rest of these phrases about without taking up a massive amount of time and paragraphs, but I don't, so meh.

However, the real thing that got me laughing, was that on Sunday, someone was all upset that they couldn't find me on facebook, and I told them they should just google my name.  Sucker.

Dessert?

So, a while back I was wandering about the Fresh Market during my bi-weekly sustenance run, and stumbled across this little gem, that happened to be on sale:

Now, you can't look at this and still blame me for buying it.  I mean, come on!  Cuz that is the closest I'm getting to this in America:

Diablo what?

Okay, truth is, I'm pretty exited for the release of Diablo 3, but recently something else had caught my eye.  I read an article on Rock, Paper, Shotgun about the phenominal mod for ARMA 2 called Day Z.   The concept behind this mod is really what just about everyone I know was looking for in the ultimate zombie game. 

A simple search will reveal some amazing stories from those that have dared to survive in the land of chernarus after the apocalypse.  Tales of simply surviving off of the land, scavanging, crusading against the undead, or losing your soul to become the hated and feared bandits.  Tales of standoffs with other survivors, not knowing who to trust, or of three-way firefights between the survivors, the zombies chasing them, and the bandits in the apartment building across the street.  I feel like it's my dream life calling out to me.  Ah, payday cannot come fast enough.

Wait for it....

I used to have all sorts of ideas for topics to spout off of my little internet soap box, but now whenever I look at this blank white screen, my mind becomes equally blank. 

So far, my day has consisted of listening to the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack while I try to find work to do, which is very strange for a Monday.  Normally I'm pretty stoked to come back to work after the weekend, and am swamped with work to do, so I dunno what's different about today.  Maybe the it's the combination of the fact that I'm penniless, heartless, clueless, loveless, and only barely shy of hairless and lifeless.

Because they'll always be good

So, with the passing of MCA, I can't help but jump on the bandwagon of posting some Beastie Boys.

Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out

Gratitude for the real Gaia

I may be far from the greatest person in the world, but the Lord knows that the only reason I'm not a million times worse, is just solely because of my mother.

Thanks, Mom.  I'll see you soon.

Things that make me want to cry, for $800 Alex

So, it's extremely old news (almost half a year), but this whole F-22 OBOGS/hypoxia issue has finally pushed me to the point of just being pissed off at all of the parties involved.  I should probably should just try to stop reading about it, because it makes me wish I could charge up to Lockheed Martin, the USAF administration in charge of the programs, and the "silent majority" of supposed pilots that fear for their lives flying it (but are too pansy to do anything about it), and just start laying down the hurt on all of 'em for educational purposes.  All aspects of government are beginning to amaze me with their ever increasing and unprecedented amounts of suck and fail.

As for things that that don't make me want cry, it is Friday, and I do have a couple Friends celebrating birthdays this week, so here's to a weekend without politics.

Update:
The article over at Aviation Intel pretty much sums up my feelings on it. 

Nerd, what is thy name? Otaku?

So out of a fit of boredom, I ended up perusing the past few years of posts on Atomic Nerds.  I may not hold the same viewpoints on a few issues they bring up, but I love reading just about everything they post about, all of which is either greatly entertaining and/or thought provoking whether you're bored or not.

One post in particular linked to the nerd test, which I was compelled to take immediately, with results pictured below.  A fun little test, but some of it's contents got me thinking "what truly makes someone a nerd?"

So, if your not partial to a boring existential rant of an examination of what a nerd might be, don't bother following after the jump.

Second verse same as the first

Just in case you didn't hear:
To those I know and love

Yeah.  Apparently I must repeat myself.  Well, maybe I'm a little too harsh.  I understand why people want to set me up, but it doesn't change the fact that I just plain don't like it.  No matter who the person is.

Now for something completely different.  I don't know if I've mentioned it here, but I have become completely addicted to the site Aviation Intel.  It's like a purely aviation focused version of Defense Tech, but updated more often and with more meat to the stories/articles.  I could do nothing but read it all day and be one happy camper.  Heck, I pretty much did just that when I found out about it.  So, if you like aviation, along with a serious analysis of programs along with the politics/reasoning behind them, go give it a look see.  I promise it'll demolish all your free time.

Not much else going on in my neck of the woods, but suffice to say that I'm still carrying a personal vendetta against the people responsible for the fortunes underneath the Jones Soda bottle caps.

Oh wait a minute, I actually got a good one for once.  Nevermind.

Nuka Break

So, today is one of those days in which there just ain't much going on.  So, in lieu of actual content, here's some music that I conveniently forgot to post the past few Sundays.

Metallica - Fade to Black

Joss Whedonize me, capn'!

So, this day has dragged on so excruciatingly slow, that I was ready to take an electric drill to my head in an cooky experiment for science.  Not because the day was really bad, but because when you're avidly awaiting to see The Avengers in glorious IMAX 3-D, just about everything becomes excruciatingly boring.

I was originally hoping to see it tomorrow with a couple other friends, but apparently my brain and I weren't on speaking terms when I had made that plan, and therefore I ended up double-booking myself.  Fart nuggets, I hate it when that happens.

Update:

Okay, I'm saying it....Best superhero movie ever made!

A small pinch full of 1000 tons of salt

So, people will often talk about their dreams on their blogs, but this gonna be one of those posts about my personal experiences that many will have a differing opinion on, and it's one that has a bit more of a personal relevance/reverence to me, so please refrain from judging too harshly.  That being said, if you don't want to put up with some possibly delusional and existential weirdness, don't bother reading.

Mumbler

The pros and cons of using your friend's mumble server:

Pros:  You have a mumble server, to talk to friends and communicate while gaming.

Cons:  No one is ever freaking on the dang thing at the same time as you are.

So, it's been quite a while since I posted my frustrations with Star Trek Online, and to be honest, I'm about to hit the upper limit of patience with it.  I've always said it's a pretty terribly made game, and that the only reasons I play it are that it's Star Trek, and that everyone I know is playing it.  Now however, I'm getting close to being done with it.  It is just way too unpolished and player-hating to really enjoy for much longer.

That doesn't concern me though, because it's only a matter of weeks until Diablo 3 releases, then it's back to being a hermit once again!