No Mercy Asked

No Title Needed

Thu, 28 Aug 2008 14:34:43 GMT

Simple smiles are best.

:)

Wrap Around Rockers

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 16:06:32 GMT

Sometime between College and now real programming got hard. I broke my teeth on tables full of TDs and TRs, aligning cells and stripping away padding, borders, and margins. Now here I am face to face with a new internet, where style sheets rule the bandwith. I've put off using these for far too long and it's fun to jump into a new way to format. It's also a lot better. I wish I had cut my teeth on style sheets, I probably wouldn't have needed braces.

A few months ago someone asked me if I truly loved my job. Prodding to see if I was meant to do something different than programming. It's something I've asked myself as I sit in my cubical discussing the few EMS calls I've been on with the guy that got me into medical service, Drew. It's a hard question, but I actually have an answer. I don't like my job. I hate dealing with files for bullshit executives, worrying about the layout of reports that no one reads, and running in circles while everyone pats themselves on the back for nothing. I do love programming. Doing for a company announces the millions or hundreds of thousands they will make annually from what you wrote has left a bitter taste in my mouth though. I do enjoy my coworkers and the environment, it's probably been what has kept me here so long. So while I don't especially like my job, I love the fringe benefits. The work comes with a bitter after taste, but never leaves me unfulfilled. The fact that I make decent cash for something I consider easy doesn't hurt either.

Of course, there are always things that I would prefer to be doing. It's just a matter of things working out. :)

Some People Know Patriotism

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 14:54:49 GMT

I'm kind of tired of people who think they bleed red white and blue, but are really just banjo strumming meth whores.

These guys, KNOW what it means to be an American:
http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/08/07/flag.bearer/index.html
http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/08/07/food.guilty.plea.ap/index.html?iref=mpstoryview

College is a mindset, not higher education

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 13:54:46 GMT

This weekend was full of flip cup, pool nudity, and my property manager cleaning up my patio so that it didn't look like "party central." I almost have my apartment clean from the destruction left behind.

My leg is almost better. I think I'm going to plan on running Friday and see how bad it hurts.

Salty Chocolate

Fri, 01 Aug 2008 19:23:12 GMT

Well I'm excited. I've actually written code at home. It's something I haven't done in about 4 years. I even turned down an offer to go out drinking with a girl to get stuff done. That's something that hasn't happened in a long time either. I think the only girl I ever turned down to hang out with for anything computer related was Laurie and the last time was in Oxford... Then she promptly reminded me why girls are way better than bits, bytes, and digital dwarves.

Happy hour tonight. Shit is going to get drunk.

The taste of her cherry chapstick

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 16:59:02 GMT

There are times when I know I'm just too damn cocky. I'm not talking about those times where I come off as an arrogant bastard, I'm always kidding when I'm talking about how awesome I am at something. When I'm cocky It's usually a matter of setting goals that are meaningless to almost everyone and striving to exceed them, and being sure that I can. I think I'm just rambling now, because I'm not going to share the most recent story of outlandish goals... at least not here :)

I've got something that I want to do. Badly. It must be done quickly and I think I'm going to jump in pretty soon. Hopefully it will curb my alcoholism and wasting of money. Some know about it, others probably don't, but it's coming.

I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do about Bengal's tickets this year. I didn't want to get a season ticket and try to squeeze into Mickey's seats every game, and I didn't want to overpay for tickets if the we did well this season... So it looks like Jason and I are getting season tickets. They will probably be in the nosebleeds, but you get to see more of the game from up there anyway. The pre-season starts soon and I can't fucking wait to gear up in some orange and black. It also looks like we're going to try and make the training camp next Friday, it will be my first visit so it should be good times.

Friday should be full of good times. I should be tasting some cherry chapstick.

Light up the stage

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 16:48:06 GMT

So the huge bruise that was left from my bicycle accident is slowly disappearing and I'm walking with less of a limp than before. I'll post a sweet picture of it soon.

I'm thinking beer this weekend. So far this month I've raced and I've reunioned, but I have not met my drunk in public quota.

The reunion this year was odd. It seemed like less of the family was there. After the dinner the family was well split between the drunks that sit and tell stories and the drunks who play corn hole. I happen to be both, so I went to Chris' reunion a few cabins down. When I got back even more people had turned in and I was fucked up on watermelon rum and smoking a cigar. Next year I'm going to try and get down there earlier.

Red River was the shit. Tent sleep was horrible with the sunburn and fucked up leg, but the arches and trails were beautiful as always.

I am alive.

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 21:32:53 GMT

I finished. I feel like shit. I'm also pretty sure I'm invincible.

Bicycle seats are fucking horrible. I probably need to have my asshole sewed back on. My taint is more raw than... everything. My fucking taint is the rawest damn thing in the world.

leaning on you hands while they grasp a shitty bar sucks. They are so tired I can't even hold a cigarette. I can't even type. I am pecking to type this.

My feet. Dear lord my feet.

Sunburn.

Legs are completely trashed. I can barely stand up once I sit down.

I wiped out on day two going about 20mph down hill because a dumbass kid doesn't know how to fucking ride. I can barely walk right now, but I finished the damn race. I actually think I'm hurt pretty bad. Fuck it.

It fucking stormed like hell on the night between races. I woke up in about 2" of water with EVERYTHING soaked. I put on my wet shorts, wet jersey, wet socks, and wet shoes... rode to the line and waited to ride.

This was still one of the fucking coolest things I've ever done and by far one of the best weekends of my life. I met some kickass people and I am doing it all over again next year. Fuck yes. Though I'm probably going to train a little more.

Thanks to everyone who donated or wished me luck. Our team raised over 20,000 dollars and all of you helped!

Goodbye

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 22:28:06 GMT

If I don't survive the 150 mile bike ride this weekend, I want you all to know I love you. I mean it. You're all fucking awesome and I would never have attempted such a thing without the influence of everyone in my life. I know you all care, but there is no use trying to stop me now. I'm doing it. I hope to one day see all of you again.

Goodbye.

p.s.
My mustache is fucking sweet. There are probably pictures on facebook.

One Goal.

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 17:38:27 GMT

If I don't get to the Tischbein this weekend I'm going to go fucking insane.

I suck at working

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 18:48:50 GMT

Wow. Entries from 3 years ago are crazy different. I wonder what happened to all of my geek pride.

What if....

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 18:14:29 GMT

...the centrifugal force created by the earth spinning slowly grew larger than force of gravity. Those would be good times.

Instead of buying a house I've decided to renew my lease for 6 months and decide what I want to do. That includes pursuing what I keep saying I want to do and that is get a job in a larger city or a job that allows and pays for more travel. Decisions like this have always been hard for me. I don't like planning meals ahead of time, everything I do is usually on a whim. This is something I would actually have to save up for though so I guess it has to be planned. Maybe I can make this a trend and stop my spontaneous purchasing... like motorcycles. (best purchase ever though)

I'm wondering what to do for one of my favorite holidays. I'm being told to throw a party, but I'd rather attend one. I'm kind of in the mood to be that drunk person that no one knows, and when I throw the party I'm just that drunk host that everyone expects to get trashed. That and I usually end up dropping my pants, putting on a speedo or something equally ridiculous when I throw the party. Most of all I want a place to light fireworks for the 4th and it's something that can't be done in my itty bitty yard. Who knows what will happen, the only thing that's for sure is that I refuse to plan ahead. Anyone have some suggestions?

I finally have a bike for the MS 150. I forgot to buy a helmet so I have to do that today. I've got so much progress to make and only 2 weeks to do it. This is going to kill me. I plan to train every other day until the day of and hopefully that will get me in decent enough shape so that I'm not completely pathetic. At least I know it won't be as bad as the swim during the triathlon. I plan to train so hard that I'm going to speed up the rotation of the earth. It's time to kill myself for just so I don't look like an ass.

Thoughts on Global Warming

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 17:41:13 GMT

If the world is heating up, and our ice caps are melting... shouldn't we be investing in Antarctic property?

We demand compliance

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 19:52:05 GMT

Staff Sargeant Max Fightmaster and I went to the MSI concert this Monday. I'm pretty sure we were the oldest two people there. We got Conies, rocked out, got taco bell, then I passed out. Rocking out is way harder than it used to be.

An odd weekend

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 03:00:06 GMT

So I spent the weekend in Bowling Green and the usual drunk happenings went on. Which means we drank alot and it was fun. Although unlike the usual, this time drama from home seemed to hunt me down. So much for getting away.
So I'm sharing some other shit this time.

I called Dustin Sams earlier in the week. It was good talking to him without the hostility I usually harbored and I hope we can settle things and move on for good. Our shit wasn't worth burning so many bridges, hopefully he's cool with me being late on my apologies.

Now on to the good stuff.
Friday Tia started texting me about being hurt by the stuff she found in my livejournal. Hence the post from a few days ago. Now I didn't mean to hurt anyones feelings, but I write what I want. What she hoped to seek out by reading the LJ I'll never know. What actually pissed me off was how she got it...

There is a new chapter to the Courtney story that I wasn't going to record, but fuck it. Apparently before Courtney gave me the talk about how I'm too settled here for a relationship in Nashville my good friend Eric and her started talking. I thought it was odd for her to have such sudden revelations, but when the friend I've been telling all about how much I actually like a girl is secretly competing with you for the same girl, it quickly becomes clear why things would fall apart quickly and suddenly. This didn't bother me though. I know that friend has serious self esteem issues and if he likes the girl that bad I don't care to back down and let him pursue what he wants. I don't like how he went about it, but I can deal with it. I like to think I'm pretty easy going.

So how does all of this tie together? Well I guess life wasn't peaches and cream for Eric once he got down to Nashville, and when Courtney brought up that she felt kind of bad he took the opportunity to share my post where I said her muddy turtle shell isn't worth the 5 hour drive. He later told me the post offended him, I guess he didn't like that I called the vag he was knuckle deep in a muddy turtle shell... No, that's not it. He desperately wanted to make sure this girl didn't like me in any way so he showed her the journal entry that I made in response to being rejected by a girl for seemingly no reason.
I guess I could have posted about how I had never really been rejected like that, and how it did bother me. I could have wrote that post, but instead I called Eric after the rejection and kept the stupid emo shit between me and my friend. Spilling how even though I had only seen this girl once she seemed nice enough and cool enough to actually date, and that getting slapped across the face seriously sucks. No one wants to read that though, so I share it with my friend and post the frustrating angry portions of it. I include all the things I think might be entertaining, not knowing the person I told the real stuff to would use my post to help his chances in Nashville and pushing his new romantic interest to dislike me. What a friend right...

So now I wonder what to do.
The girl is irrelevant, that was all hopeful potential. I liked her, strangely alot more than I normally let myself like a girl, but no girl is worth conflicts between friends. I also shudder at the idea of her telling me she missed me the Saturday before I was supposed to go down there and also trying to tell my friend to come down and visit also. That's a can of drama I want nothing to do with.
The problem is that I have a friend that has been lying to me for weeks and threw me to the wolves all so he can have a far fetched attempt at a girl. On top of this when confronted he tried to justify everything, withholding any kind of apology until I literally flew of the handle and called him things that would make sailors blush.
I'm even more confused because he constantly accused his other girl friends of wanting to sleep with me. So he tries to start something with a girl that I told him I liked and whom I assumed liked me in some small way... How can that work? Does he not know it's going to eat away at him? Hell I'm still floored that he would say things like that to people he dated, especially since I think I've been the damn best friend this kid has ever had. The years of trust that built up just don't mean anything to some people I guess. It's something I can't comprehend. I hate drama. I loath it and avoid it at all costs. Yet he constantly stirs it up and drags his close personal friends into it. Making out with sisters after being told not to just in hopes of a cheap piece of ass, lying about doing things with relatives of friends for YEARS, and just being a shitty friend far too often for my liking.

In summary I'm not going to lose a friend, but damn if I can trust half the shit he'll ever tell me. It sucks because that's the most important part of a good friend.

Keep your drama at home. I'm a simple person. Be nice. Tell the truth. Have fun. Life is just better that way.

For people reading this

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 19:28:05 GMT

Apparently some people are offended, hurt, or disgusting by the events cataloged in my livejournal. That's fine, but shut the fuck up. I don't care. Don't go reading someones journal where they detail the events in their life and expect everything to be peaches and cream. Even if you're a friend sometimes I've got negative opinions about you or your actions.
Also, take this journal as exactly what it is. A journal. That means that it's mine and for me. Sure I let everyone read it in hopes that they find it entertaining, but don't critique what's here; that shit will only fall on deaf ears.

If you're offended, then don't read it. Check out CNN or something.

If you're hurt, then get over it. We're talking about words on the internet that are publicly published for entertainment and personal history records. I've hurt people in the past, but nothing here even gets close to those actions.

If you're disgusted, then fuck off. If you can't handle how I transcribe my life then grab your bible and thump someone who cares. I do and say some things others see as horrid, but just as many would call them mild. The difference is that I post them, sometimes in detail, occasionally with a dash of embellishment, but it's real. The real part is probably the disgusting part for all you people who scared to show any real face.

If you've got a problem about being featured in the journal, let me know. I'll change your name in future updates.

I hate hang over head aches.

Some things must be shared

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 19:46:50 GMT

I get a message from my sister telling me that when I visit this weekend she might have a friend I can hang out with. I'm just going to include the text conversation we had below... I found it funny as hell.

Me: "Yeah put in a good word for me and I'll play it by ear when I get up there"
(I know nothing about this girl so I make no promises. I like to see merchandise before I commit to wearing it)

Danielle: "Oh I alread did. Showed her facebook pics"
(Everyone knows the rules here. When a girl is working for you, you let her work. I trust my sister to do whatever she needs to do and still leave me a plausible exit. This is good news.)

Me: "lol, I'm more than a handsome face."
(Nothing else to add, so I joke with my sister.)

Danielle: "Well there are picture of your dick on there too"
(When she's right she's right.)

Me: "Good then. Now she knows what I have to offer. Have I seen this chick before and how do you know her?
(I can't top my sisters joke, so I segway back to find more out about this girl.)

Danielle: "No I don't think you've met her. She is friends with Brandon. Her name is Calin and she recently kicked her coke habit."
(I'm laughing out loud now. I'm the rebound for a girl who kicked a coke habit. That is very funny to me. I almost don't even believe it.)

Me: "lol. What? Did I read that right?"

Danielle: "Yeah but she is fun and cute and not on coke. Good deal?"
(Straight to the point, I like it)

Me: "I'm laughing my ass off, but my interest is peeked. So good deal."

I was describing how I love the randomness of everyday life to Eric and Chris the other day. This is another perfect example... Little did I know my sister was going to pair me with a recovering coke addict this weekend. If nothing else I know that this girl used to know how to have a great time. I love life.

Twiddling Thumbs

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 15:38:30 GMT

I've been thinking about making my first ever private entry, but I can't help but feel that it's just not what live journal is about. If I write it here, it's to be shared... live. Unfortunately that means I'm censoring this entry.

Friday was Red's game, heavy drinking, and refereeing some pushing.

I woke up early Saturday leaving people stranded at my apartment to through down in a Warlord tournament. It was good to roll some dice and geek out for the first half of the day. I don't play for fun much anymore, but I love showing up and kicking ass in a tournament. By the time I left though I was feeling the affects of only having 4 hours of sleep, so I headed off to Laurie's going away party. It was good seeing some people I hadn't seen in awhile then I rode home on the motorcycle shit faced.

As I'm sitting at home Sunday watching the U.S. Open just thinking that despite all of the fallout that would have resulted, I should have gone to Nashville. Shaking off a chick that's 4 hours away is easy.
Later that night I got Danielle on the phone and burned up some cellular minutes. I didn't think some that I didn't think were bothering me, but I felt alot better once they were off my chest.

I give this weekend a B-. If it wasn't for the extra credit earned on Friday night, it would be much lower.

Define: Relationship

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 16:05:21 GMT

So I haven't had a real update in a few weeks, so why not pour out what I've been holding in the past two weeks. Grab a chair and put on your flood pants, this shit might get deep.

I've been described as being all in or all out in the past. If I want something I strive pretty hard, if I don't I let it slip away quickly. When it came to going down to Tennessee to hang out with Courtney Petersen after a few days of dirty texts and phone calls, I was all in.
During the two weeks of the "all in" time, I ignored single girls at a house party, ignored very slutty college girls(Eric got game at this party, I should have had a threesome), didn't face fuck a girl in Michigan(I'm pretty sure she played with my balls while falling asleep next to me, but I was drunk so it might have just been me), and was relieved when Laurie and I didn't bang it out at after a night of drunken necks sucking.
This is only a taste of the strange mindset that seeped into place while I wasn't aware. For some strange reason beyond my comprehension I was obviously stepping into relationship mode. Yeah anyone who knows me realizes how off the wall and out of character this is.
Then Courtney started talking to me about what I wanted out of the trip down there and brought up some concerns she had about us. It all fell right into perspective when she asked if I would move out of Cincinnati. A relationship to her was long term, she was talking about how she was going to spend the rest of her life in Nashville. To me a relationship is a period of sexual exclusivity, the length of which can not be predetermined, but usually about a month for me. Then it set in that if I got this ball rolling I wouldn't keep the relationship mindset since I have to drive 5 hours for some muddy turtle shell. So the trip was canceled and things are as they should be.

Tonight I'm going to throw up in a bar. I can't wait.

It's only cool until she actually means it.

Kevin showed me XKCD a long time ago, but the past few months I've been able to appreciate the comic much more. That stick figures are hilarious.

I owe lifejournal one post

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 04:23:55 GMT

Now we're even.

MS 150

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 23:47:17 GMT

For those that don't know I'm participating in the MS 150 this year. It's a 150 mile bike ride to support those that have Multiple Sclerosis and help fund a cure.

So I'm here asking those that I haven't emailed or seen the event I made on facebook to help support. There are alot of details on the website and even if you don't plan to donate check it out.

My Personal Page: (Donate here)
http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR/Bike/OHGBikeEvents?pg=personal&fr_id=8281&fr_id=8281&px=5065214

Our Team Page:
http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR/Bike/OHGBikeEvents?pg=team&fr_id=8281&team_id=107605

If you want more information on MS or our team let me know and I can send you our PDF.

Note: So far only people I've slept with have donated, prove to me that you guys like me for more than my dick!

Discussing some plans

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 14:33:38 GMT

So I'm starting the house buying process. Yeah, I'm getting serious about buying a house and I plan to talk to some loan officers today to try and figure out what I can afford. I'm pretty sure I'll be moving into the Oakley area and I've got my eye on a few different houses. My goal is to have my very own mortgage by the end of summer. If this actually works out, expect a ridiculously large party about a week after I'm moved in.

Michigan is pretty much going to rock. I'm going to freeze my ass off in an giant icy cold lake, but fuck it. I'm swimming.

Thoughts on texting

Fri, 30 May 2008 15:15:01 GMT

Texting makes hitting on people way to fucking easy. Through highschool and a large part of college aim was my main source of communication. Text messaging isn't new to me, but the people I could talk to was always limited. Texting on a cell phone removes that restriction and you don't have to have a giant computer with you. Anonymous communication is awesome.

I may say this too much, but seriously, I love my life.

Next weekend I'll be up in Michigan hanging out with Jonny before he heads off to Kansas City. Then the next I'm off to Tennessee to spend some time with Courtney.

Whoa Butterflies

Wed, 28 May 2008 20:22:10 GMT

I just checked the status of my Application for the EMT National Registry exam and I've been approved for scheduling. Seeing the approval marks the first time I've had butterflies in the stomach since I threw up in the door way to English class in 7th grade. I've been slacking on the studying, but I don't want to delay it any longer. It's test taking time next week.

Don't worry though, when I'm done with the butterflies I'll transport them to an emergency medical center.

Odd Situations and Honest Evenings

Tue, 27 May 2008 22:00:00 GMT

I've had a great weekend full of drunken antics and outlandish outings. Nothing went as I planned but it all worked out.

Friday was spent at The Pub and Mulligans. Scott Meadows was in town for the weekend and organized the happy hour at The Pub so it was good seeing him and meeting his friends. Mulligans was setup by Mickey for his wife's 30th birthday. A number of things stand out about that evening, but when I talked to a girl for my married friend Jason Peck and he freaked out when she talked to him had to be the icing on the evenings cake. I ended up smoothing things over pretty well, I think.

Saturday called for a trip to Kim's H-Town where the party was mellow and beer plentiful. Laurie was there of course and she was off putting immediately, which at first I thought was strange. Then I thought that she probably read my lj entry from a week or so ago and I was of course right. Highlight of this party was when Jason showed up and he ranted on about how he simply came to fuck Kim, and I ranted on about sexually assaulting Kim's passed out cousin, all while Shannon just kept laughing her ass off. It was grand.
I later talked to Laurie a bit about the evening and she said it was awkward for her, not because of me, but because Kim just didn't tell her I was coming. I don't really understand what difference that makes, especially since she's invited me to attend wine tastings with her since then. I think she is regretting missing things also, and that was her first time dealing with me first hand since she read my post. That and I looked fucking sexy when I got to the party.

I was supposed to go down to my Great Grandma's on Sunday and help clean up her house, but I decided to go frisbee golfing and host a party instead. So after a bit of girl talking at Kim's hit the green and cleaned up the apartment a bit. Had a good number of people over and everyone had a fucking great time. He plowed through beer and guzzled down rum like pirates. Highlight of the night was when Tia showed up with Courtney Petersen and my jaw about hit the ground with anticipation to start talking to her. Everything was going great, minutes after getting to the bar we were sharing words and a drink with me having one of those stupid smiles that says "I'm really enjoying this conversation, but I can't wait to lick your lips" Then Tia took her away to get drinks. I'll make a long story short... All of my progress with Courtney was destroyed when Tia decided to just make out with me outside, then go tell her about it right afterwards. So Courtney went to my buddy Brian instead, at least while they were at the bar.
Then I did something new. I quit spitting game and laid down the truth. Told Courtney that I was shooting for her and she said she was doing the same, and things paced decently from there. I got hearts drawn all over me, complete with kissy sound effects and a name and phone number across my forearm. We were up until about 5 in the morning talking as I complimented her eyes. A funny part about us talking was Ryan and Toni (yeah the neighbor) were outside also; Courtney and I talked mostly, with Ryan jumping in occasionally... Toni just watched. I spent the sleeping hours of the night spooning and there's no mud on the turtle, but I'm much happier spooning with Courtney than I would have been doing anything with drunk Tia.

Sunday was a mellow day. Lunch at Aurthur's, coffee, dinner at Lemon Grass and texting Courtney to plan my trip to visit sooner rather than later.