Archive for November, 2008

microsoft points

Saturday, November 29th, 2008

Here’s a quick and dirty breakdown of Microsoft Points as of 11/28/08.

arc = arcade

  • Full Game = 1600 points | Microsoft = 21.56, Amazon = 17.92 | $3.64 difference
  • Upper Arc = 1200 points |
  • MiddleArc =  800 points | $1.82 difference
  • Lower Arc =  400 points |
  • Microsoft       1.35 per 100 | 10.78 for 800 Microsoft Points | 21.56 for 1600 MS Points
  • Amazon 1600 1.24 per 100 |  9.92 for 800 Microsoft Points | 19.84 for 1600 MS Points
  • Amazon 4000 1.12 per 100 |  8.96 for 800 Microsoft Points | 17.92 for 1600 MS Points

If you’d like the numbers displayed in an easier read format, I’ll be happy to spend some more time working on it. For example: I have been averaging 1600 points per month. This is above average spending based purely on speculation. I could be saving a total of three-and-a-half dollars per month, or $43.68 per year. That’s my skype bill. I know it doesn’t seem like that much savings at first, but I believe it really adds up and is worth holding out for the 4000 points. 

just one pepsi

Monday, November 24th, 2008

And she wouldn’t give it to me.

I’ve been living in a surreality. Or maybe I’ve been living inside of an Adam Sandler movie. Besides that, things are going okay, I guess. Those of you reading my blog, all two of you ;), please be nice to Funny Girl. You are all welcome to discuss whatever you wish but please don’t scare her away. It appears she may be open to the idea of communicating but I need your help, people.

Anything that comes out of my mouth will immediately be discredited. However, there are some out there that she may have a more open mind towards. Feel free to dis me all you want. It makes her happy ;) but please don’t dis on her. I’ve already started by being a good example by transforming into a duck. Something about water off of their backs or something.

Oh and, Doom on the Xbox360 is freaking awesome. I love death-matches.

cluttered

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

I burned my fingers badly. I fail miserably at handling materials that have been in the stove. While it was hot. Maybe I am a reflection of my inner clutter. Like a turtle. Although, I believe a different creature would describe my habits better. What do you call those fuzzy little things from South America? Like hedgehogs or something but completely different.

My fingers are smooth. Yet the ripples of my fingerprints linger in my mind. I meant to say across. They linger across my mind. When you skip a stone across a deep, still, smooth part of a river. That’s a keld by the way. Like the cranberries. Yes, I have to.

I haven’t dumped my stream of consciousness for a while now. There’s a pun there. I haven’t poured it like this in writing for a while. Speaking of pouring, you know what had a positive flow today? That utility from the board game that didn’t have the light bulb. Yeah, that one. I didn’t turn them off. I just let it go. This happened before I created scar tissue on my fingertips.

I think I’m going to call in sick today. Still not at the top of my game.

In other news: I am still having difficulties with my tense when writing. I still can’t stick to just one. Some moments I use present tense and the next sentence I’m using past. And I am still catching myself using the passive voice. My English teacher would be failing me right now. Time for me to go back to school.

Spring semester sounds attractive. Summer semester sounds more attractive. Anyone have awesome suggestions for which school deserves me? :)

persolinibty

Thursday, November 20th, 2008

Having a discussion with a friend yesterday, I understood something that had been bothering me for a while. The basis of what disturbs me is the perception people around me have on responsibility and accountability. I find the whole philosophy of our current thought climate to be lacking. I do not postulate this thesis in order to separate myself from others through intellectual division. I put forth this idea in the hopes that maybe even one person will understand a little bit more.

The conversation revolved around a plant outside of my apartment. It is a lilac plant and the leaves were wilted and dry. This was not due to the season. The leaves were brown because I had failed to water the plant during the summer.

My friend suggested several justifications for why it was not my fault that the plant was not healthy. Some of those suggestions are probably at your lips this very moment. Ready to tell me that among several other reasons, the plant is not mine. I did not place the plant there, away from the sprinklers. It’s just a plant. The person who asked me to be responsible for the plant should have been taking care of it. I am sure my readers can think of a million and one excuses for why I was not directly responsible for the plant being unhealthy.

This is where I beg to differ and I believe that this situation illustrates an environment that surrounds us on a larger scale. I may go so far as to imply that our culture holds the above example to its chest as a core value. “It’s not my fault.” The stories of our current culture are collected and told from the courtrooms. They are no longer told from family units or individuals. Stories are told from the collective. I will touch on that topic later.

My position on the whole matter of the plant was this: The plant was dying because I did not water it. I was aware of the plants existence and I was also aware that the plant needed assistance because it would not be healthy on its own. The reason I am responsible is because I *wanted* the plant to be healthy. If I want the plant to be healthy and I have the means to keep it so, why should I not also be the one responsible for this?

It would not be very becoming of me if I were to express anger or outrage that the plant was dying. It would not be right of me to blame others for the failing of the plant. If I did not have a desire in my heart for the plant to succeed, well, there would be no issue now. Any emotional outburst from a different party would not convince me so. They would have to be very persuasive to make me want what they want. At that juncture I would then be an agent of their desires and no longer a man of my own mind.

I hope you, reader, can follow the path of this thought and see the larger picture that I am alluding to.

I would like to discuss this more in the near future.

Update: What I’m trying to get at, is that it is not someone else’s job to help me get what I want. That is my responsibility, alone. Making others do my bidding only makes me a parasite unless I can help them achieve their wants if they do not have the means to do so.

greasy goodness

Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

Turns out people like French Fries. And they like Salt Lake City restaurants.

I’m making it my goal to visit a different local restaurant each week and review their French Fries. Any and all suggestions are welcome at this point. I will be closing my call to suggestions after receiving enough initial feedback.

Tell me what you guys would like to see. What locations do we want to know more about? What qualities of fries are important to you?

fries and fudge

Tuesday, November 18th, 2008

I have to give mad props to Iggy’s Sports Grill.

In the middle of my shift last night, I developed a craving for french fries. I don’t mean any of that Mac Donald’s or Wendy’s shite. I wanted to sit at a table and eat fries until I was ready to explode. I asked for some feedback on twitter and received a few responses. I also called my previous employer City Cab. Want to know anything about a city? Call the local cab company.

Suggestions included:

My first instinct was to go to The Bayou because I had sweet potato fries at this place in Provo called Guru’s or something. I can’t quite remember the name. Sweet potato fries are delicious.

Then somebody mentioned battered fries at Iggy’s and I decided that I must have them. I went to Iggy’s website and it was atrocious. The website takes more than thirty seconds to load, it is strictly flash based, and there is no link for me to go to a regular html site. Negative points for Iggy’s. After feeling like I no longer wanted to do business with them, I called them up and soon realized that finding french fries at eight in the morning may be a more difficult task than I first had realized. Iggy’s did not open until eleven.

I was down about this for a bit. Went home. Pouted around my apartment for a minute. Had a discussion with houseguest Jenn involving what we use to fill that hole. You know what I’m talking about. Things like chocolate or ice-cream or candy. I’ve quit smoking recently. I also have emotional baggage that I wished to supress. Jenn got me all excited about chocolate and ice-cream but it didn’t quite satisfy my hunger until I figured out the answer. HOT FUDGE!

It had been decided. I asked her if she wanted to go on an adventure with me and get some french fries and something with hot fudge. She declined. So I called my neighbor. I only made it to “Want to go get some fries and hot fu-?” “I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes!”

Listening to some old school “Killing in the Name of”, we arrived at The Bayou. Silly me. I had forgotton that in order to eat french fries at The Bayou at eleven o’clock in the morning, I must pay for a membership. What a downer. I sighed and reached into my wallet, paying the cover charge. After sitting down and ordering coffee we have a look at the menu and THERE IS NO HOT FUDGE.

The Bayou servers were quite gracious with their return of my cover charge and accepting that the coffee was not paid for. I offered to just pay for the coffee with my cover charge and call it even, but they went the extra.

This experience told us that Iggy’s was the place to be. On the way to Iggy’s my companion learned for herself the ugliness that was Iggy’s website. I’ll have to tell you now that they more than made up for it with their clean restaurant, prompt seating, and delicious fries.

Big ego that I have, I requested the hostess sit us under the brightest light in a circular type bench seat that is the first thing you see upon entering the establishment. They had this decadent chocolate cake fudge volcano type deal on the menu and we were happy.

The dessert took so long to get to us that we no longer had any fries to dip into the ice cream and fudge. Is this a Utah thing, by the way? Or do girls everywhere love to dip their fries in chocolatey goodness? The fries were that yummy. We were going to order another batch.

This was the part where our server brought us our dessert and offered us another batch of fries ON THE HOUSE. I was in love after that point. I forgot to mention that Iggy’s starts your experience off with their house bread which is divine. Something about fresh and parmesean and there was this amazing ‘chili water’ that was sweet and had a zing at the end.

Overall, the experience was wonderful and we enjoyed ourselves. Like I said before, mad props to Iggy’s for turning my day around. I really would like to share this with others so contact me and we can make arrangements to go try out the fries and fudge experience.

P.S. I owe @candacelydia for the suggestion because I promised all you can eat fries to the person who provided me the best suggestion so she gets first dibs.

pixie13

Monday, November 17th, 2008
Hahaha. oh. my. god.

I just had to share this. I think it speaks for itself.

Split Personality

phrases

Saturday, November 15th, 2008

The top ten most irritating phrases: (in no particular order)

1 – It’s not my fault that…

2 – Should of

3 – Not Necessarily

4 – Have some common sense

5 – No offense

6 – I don’t have anything against [specific group of people]. In fact, many of my friends are…

7 – Grow up

8 – Some people say

9 – Using the word ass as an adjective instead of a noun

10 – I’m sorry

 

Here are some brief thoughts concerning my list:

  1. This is usually followed by a situation in which the speaker was the only person who could have changed the outcome
  2. if you don’t get it, I refer you to here.
  3. This phrase is used solely to contradict you and only for the purposes of contradiction so the other party can sound like they are actively participating in an intelligent debate.
  4. This is only ever muttered within the context of hindsight.
  5. If you’re going to insult me, don’t be such a pussy about it.
  6. Annoying because you are acting like you’re not bigoted towards that particular group of people.
  7. This phrase is only ever used by children in playgrounds and high school students trying to assert a dominance of maturity over the other party.
  8. You don’t really mean some people, you are expressing your own opinion but trying to hide the source
  9. example: Sweet ass Car.
  10. People say I’m sorry instead of ‘Excuse me’ or ‘Pardon’. It’s even worse when somebody starts over half of their sentences with this phrase.

I thought it would be fun to pass this list around and put our own ‘favorites’ on it. I’d like to see what others think. If you don’t have your own blog, feel free to copypaste the list into the comments section of mine and share your reasoning behind some of your choices or why certain phrases particularly annoy you.

If you make a list, feel free to link to it in the comments.

The original list came from here, via Marginal Revolution.

modern

Saturday, November 15th, 2008

I was having a discussion with somebody today about things that I *wished* I would write. I’ve noticed that most of the discourses and knowledge that I share tends to only come out when I have a live audience. During a chat session, for example.

Today we explored some of the ideological paths that some of our modern technology and communities have sprung from. In the past I have discussed, in length, the history of what I describe as the modern ‘movement’ of sharing information and building specialized communities that are not hindered by any form of physical or cultural border.

I generally start the discussion with some sort of bold claim that the global community we have now all sprouted from the actions and ideas that were founded in the sixties. I understand that there were movements before this that lead up to what happened in the sixties, but I believe that a major defining moment of how the world percieves itself occured around this time.

I hope to discuss this in more depth sometime in the near future. I generate some fun quotes when I am having these spouts of lucidness concerning the chaos and overabundance of sensory information we have in our modern times. Please feel free to bug me in real-time chat, whether it be online, over the phone or face to face. I also picked up a copy of Strunk’s Elements of Style so I can improve my writing. I’ve noticed that my command of the English language has been lacking recently.

Here’s to getting back on track with my blog.

plea

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

Mindy,

I don’t know what to do. I’m done with the anger and I’m done with whatever stupid shit between us. I do not know how to reach you, I don’t have a way of calling you, I don’t have a way of seeing you. I have nothing else. I don’t know who you are or what your motives are but that is not what matters.

I would much rather this be between the person that it really affects, but I don’t even know who she is or what her needs are. I need your help Mindy.

I’ll say it again

Mindy, I need your help.

I’ll forget about my ego. This has nothing to do with that. I’ve created a child with you. I’m here. I’m willing.

There’s a baby girl involved. The whole world can judge me as unworthy to raise her, but that will not make me go away or destroy those ties. She can have whatever I can provide.

I don’t know what else to do. I wasn’t there before, I’m not there now, and there is nothing I can do about that without dragging her into something ugly. I am capable of providing love. Please let her have that much. I can’t do this without you.