//Crappy Internet Mystery

01-18-08 pisses me off. Not because of anything it directly has done (though I will get into what it is later) but mostly because of what it's doing to other people. The Internet is on fire with speculation as to what this new movie is about.

One problem with the Internet is that everyone has a voice. Ironic statement from someone who's own web space had no more requirements than owning a free email account. Still, most of the voices on the Internet are only a voice, there is no brain controlling what is being said by the voice. Half the people on the Internet aren't able to breath without using their mouth. No to offend those with conditions causing this, unless your condition is just being 'dumb as hell.' Still these sub IQ 60 people are able to offer up their opinions to the whole world with little to no restrictions.

If you need examples of these people I offer you the following:
http://forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.html?topicId=174763962&sid=1
http://www.gamespot.com/pages/forums/show_msgs.php?topic_id=25766849
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AiepajW88PWciPo79p.j3qXpy6IX?qid=20070711115056AAB4DTa

Even if you are unsure of what is happening in these examples one thing should be clear, your brain is hurting from reading those. And yet these are just the type of people that will be covering the Internet trying to tell others what the meaning of 01-18-08 is. They will "decode" the "symbols" and use various math equations to prove nothing other than they should need a licence to procreate.

I'm kinda mad at JJ Abrams (the movie's creator) because he is purposely giving these morons food. Its as if he's saying "Hey you ass for brains Internet mongoloids! Having fun with this!" And they will. The problem is that if you create a website that looks like a puzzle but is in fact nothing these people will damn near fail out of school or get fired from work spending all their time trying to solve the puzzle. Example: Eon8. This was one such mystery site and guess what there was no mystery. JJ knows what he's doing and it's shaking an ant farm. Screw you for giving these people something to do!

Now for the next six months I will be forced to listen to all types of dribble about this abortion of a movie clip. I will hear it at work, from my friends, and in ever corner of the Internet. I will overhear it in stores, outdoor gathering areas, and any place people congregate. Then I will have to repeat myself about why I'm not interested in the movie. But the truth is that I will be lying. Nothing would make me happier than to see a giant something beat the hell out of NYC. Burn it, burn it all, and make sure you get Yankee Stadium too.

And to make matters worse most of the people are dead ass wrong about the movie. All I know is that JJ ripped off Chrono Trigger (skip to 13:08). Bastard, that game is classic.

//Start Translating

Yesterday I got a text message on my phone. Not that its unheard of, I have a friend who sends them to me somewhat frequently. What was surprising is that this wasn't a message from her. It wasn't sent by anyone I know either. It wasn't even sent from this country. You see I was the recipient of a text message from someone in Mexico and the message was in Spanish.

I know me some Spanish. About enough to know when someone is talking shit about me or enough to get in a fight. These are survival skills in California. However I had no idea what this message said. It clearly wasn't calling me an asshole so my Spanish was exhausted. I found a bi-lingual co-worker and had him look at it. He couldn't make it out either.

The problem was that it was short hand Spanish. Just like how people text abbreviate for English things like text - txt or even the horrific lol - "laughing out loud." Normally that second example is followed with someone being stabbed in the face for being a moron and using that phrase in the first place. This was along the same lines yet in another language.

I wish there was a punchline to this story but its a simple as it sounds. It was strange and odd. I've gotten wrong numbers before but they've always been from this country. I'll have to post about something more exciting next time. I'll be sure to make up a good story about someone's face getting blown on 4th of July. Yeah, that would be better.

//Start Clonning

It was recently brought to my attention (or rather, naggingly reminded) that I live in an area where people are just way too normal. This was no surprising revelation by any means as I have lived in many unique areas in that the past I could recognize this. I was aware of this fact for quite sometime prior however it never really bothered me in the past. Now I can't help but to look around and see the exact same faces no matter where I turn. Its like seeing all the Agent Smiths from the Matrix only they are far less scary and a lot less cool. An army of Huge Weavings would be an improvement for sure.

The people whom I share my area with are the "I've almost made it to Upper Class" douchebags and the "I'm third generation Asian immigrant who wishes I still had my culture" morons. So in case you haven't guessed it, I live in Irvine CA, Meca for the too much money yet not exactly rich.

Now I have no problem with these people personally. However seeing the exact same people over and over again gets old fast. I had managed to numb myself to this until I had gotten in touch with an old friend who takes every opportunity to make sure I'm aware of this. Even today while we were out at the Spectrum, a place crawling with these folks, she was near moved to insanity by starring at the clones that walked around. I have to agree with her though, people watching sucks when its all the same crap.

Type 1 Irvine person. Nothing wrong with this one, until he walks around all day with his Blue Tooth phone piece in his ear while ignoring every common courtesy because he is talking to his broker. Blue Tooth ear pieces are also known as Douchbag Name Tags. One or two of these guys is OK, tolerable, even welcoming. After all you know they aren't going to rob you for your wallet, at least openly, they have their company do that indirectly. Fighting against a sea of these people is exercise in frustration, as if that's something you would want to exercise. The picture is completed when you pair him with his plastic wife who has had more after market work done on her than a rice rocket.


Type 2 Irvine persons. Once again, there is no problem here. And this time there is little negative to say about it, once they are off the road. Problem once again is simply that there is no one else. There isn't any balance to the equation. These people comprise nearly 60% of the population of Irvine.


Apparently there is some diversity in Irvine that I have not been able to find. UCI found some and took lots of photos, but I think that's because they knew they might never find them again. Seriously, there isn't anybody of any difference around. And now that my friend has made me swallow the red pill of truth I can't help but to vomit in my mouth when I see this.

Today while out my friend and I were forced to take refuge in a book store to avoid the clones. We had a good feeling that the people inside were at least literate, which just about removes all of Type 1, and has interest in some level of printed non-digital material, which removes Type 2. Insides were rejoiced to be greeted at the coffee counter by an individual that might normally be described as "offbeat" and "socially different." He was an odd fellow, the type I expect to head home after work and gather with friends to watch reruns of Star Trek and argue about how gay Sam and Frodo get in the last Lord of the Rings movie. Still, he was a refreshing breath of fresh air to a day full of conformity.

With one more day left on my weekend I wonder if I will brave the outdoors tomorrow. Not only are the clones out there ready to attack but my check engine light has come on in my car. Though it drives fine as best I can tell I really don't want to get stuck on the side of the road with a broken car. Worse, I can't take it to the dealer for inspection till Tuesday. Good thing work is all of a mile away, I think the car can go to work on Monday. I do wonder, maybe the problem is I ran over a clone. They start to blend into the surroundings since there are so many of them. Its possible one is stuck under the car pinching off some wire that's causing the light to turn on. In any case I'm debating staying in tomorrow to avoid the car and the mess of people outside. But, I should see about visiting friends outside of Irvine, then I can see a mix of people again too. I'll make the call in the morning, but for now I've made it through another day in the land of clone.

Oh yeah, Sam and Frodo are totally gay.

//Bait and Switch

I had a treat as I drove to work today. Or at least I thought I did. You see, UCI Irvine apparently hates guys. No this isn't some quasi political rant about women's rights trumping men's or something equally lame. No no, this is the hates guys in the sense of a sick joke because guys are the way they are. You see, there is this large field next to the busy intersection I drive through. This field is used periodically for cheerleader champs. And you might have thought to yourself "ah yeah, cheerleaders. Nothing wrong with." And normally you would be right.

See here is where the problem becomes more clear. You may have been thinking of something like this. And they look like this from afar, they aren't close to the road anyways. All you can see is the uniform and skirt and the hair. But then you get closer and as you're rubber necking you find out what it actually is. Oh, you rubber neck hard to get a look and everyone can tell what you are doing, very obvious. What you see is this, and the contrast makes it look more like this . Which makes you feel like this.

Most all of my co-workers have been hit by this sick joke. Not because any of us are bad or dirty people. Well, some of them are dirty people. But even the good ones have been getting caught by this all week. Its just not fair to normal people. Do you know how much mature porn you have to look at to feel better about yourself after this? My hard drive is now full.

In other news I seem to be getting a lot of pop-ups and spam emails now. Wonder what's up with that.

//Sammich!

Its Tuesday, which means that I've been back at work despite my best efforts. Still since I actually have work to do this week I've been good. No matter what anybody ever tells you, having a job where you do nothing all day is not a cool job. I much prefer to be working than surfing the web. The web rots your brain, you should be able to feel this happening right now.

My friends found this picture and I found it hilarious.

Cris Benoit hanged himself today. Not sure how he managed to do that with that huge neck of his. Man, play to your strengths.

So my company has this event coming up in like a month and a half. Its going to be a nerd fest for sure but there will be cool stuff too. The big one being the Video Games Live concert. I know that a concert of video game music sounds lame and you must be thinking of music from Pong or Tetris. That's where you would be wrong. While they do play modern renditions of these classics they specialize is full symphonic works. This shit is a world class full orchestra. Don't believe me? Check it out. Its real music and that's nice because just for once I would like to pretend that I'm smart and can appreciate that.

That sandwitch is making me hungry, but not for babies.

//Start Pictures

Score! I found out how to add pictures so I posted a couple good ones.

//Start Blog

So I got this blog thing here. Hopfully I don't forget to keep this going.

Now that I have this blank space infront of me I'm not sure why I thought I would be able to fill space. Maybe it was just the human nature to want to have a voice. No one wants to be a quiet passenger in life. This was likely an exersize in trying to carve a place for ones self, a little courner of the universe and life that is mine. Who ever comes here is now the passenger and I get to drive them where ever I want, so long as they keep reading. So many things to say and never enough time to tell people everything that one thinks. But then again, who the hell wants to hear every damn thing someone has to say anyways?

So I guess I should just put something here that will give people a good idea of the things I think about. Yeah, a couple picture references so that people get the ideas rather than all the ramblings and words. So that prompts my first question. How do I upload these pictures of people puking and monkeys wearing human clothes? Yeah, once I figure that out we'll be on a real roll.

So incase you can't tell I'm a little bored this Saturday. Not that I don't have stuff to do. Its just that it's also borring. I mean, I need new bath towels and stuff. Wow, its hard to give a damn about that no matter how old the current towels are. They still dry me off and clean me up. They are no longer as bright as they were when I bought them but its not like they have stopped working. If I know me (and I should after 27 years) I won't get new towels till drying off makes me dirty. And besides, I did some errands this week already, I got a new belt. Thats enough chores for the week.

I sure hope someone wants to go drinking tonight cause I need something to do and a drink.

I can only think of one way to end this first blog post. Here's some new StarCraft 2 info.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=eBGIQ7ZuuiU

If you don't get it, don't ask. You haven't been on the internet enough.


-C