Computers, can't live with them, can't shoot'em. Well I guess you could shoot them.

First off I know more about the nether regions of the Hilton sisters than I do about what makes this computer work, operate, or function properly I want to get that out right at the beginning.  You see growing up, all the way through school, I never once worked on a computer until my senior year of high school which was back in the ass end of the 1980's.  Yes the last century to you young readers out there who should have been dissuaded from reading this blog by the "adult content" banner out front you little bastards.  The funny thing about my computer class in high school is that it was a programing class... let that sink in a little... a programing class.  We had to create simple programs using some dead computer language to get a round ball rotating on the screen or some simple shit like that.  Now never ever even touching a computer in the past I'm thinking I may have made an error in my class selection at this point.  I needed a class that started with "push this button to turn on magic box."  I blame the system.  Either way I'm a guy who failed algerbra (I'm so bad at it I can't even spell it)  struggled with geometry, and laughed at the idea of Calc-usless.  Anyway I guess more to the point like any other red blooded American, I had never taken any foreign language classes either up until that point* so learning a new language that was comprised of numbers and symbols was like trying to read  any other emotion besides surprise on the Beverly Hills House Wives Botoxed plastic fake faces.  It wasn't going to happen.  So ultimately the class kicked my ass I did nothing but I did get "help" from the other students and somehow passed with flying colors which shows a glaring problem in our school systems.  I should have failed that class horribly but I got a very good grade.  I never got that damn ball rolling on my own. 
All that to say I don't know shit about computers or their funky strange language of terms and error codes.  A virus to me is a cold and you wait for it to get better.  Not so much with computers I'm finding out.  As a result of my total lack of knowledge about computers my Macbook Pro is dead to the world after an ill fated OS upgrade.  Now OS stands for operating system I'm told and my old computer needed a new operating system to upgrade my iphone 4 software or whatever.  In process of upgrading my Mac froze up like a Democrat with power in the House and Senate, nothing, no movement no booting up no pinwheel of rainbow death.  Nothing.  Off to the Mac store I go I guess.  Luckily I have a back up PC that worked  wonders if not a little shitty and clunky and wholly not as cool as a Mac.  Well it worked up until about two days ago when I clicked on a  what looked like an official notice from somewhere.  Bam my PC was frozen with crazy deadly warnings of viruses and corrupted files, much like a out numbered Republican in the House or Senate.  Turns out they were all false positives to get me to click on the Trojan horse type virus.  See I understand the historical references when dealing with computers.  I get that, I guess its all in the way you learn stuff.  Anyway I didn't learn fast enough and have ended up with a feverishly working paper weight of a PC.  The internal hamster wheels are flying but nothing is happening.  Scanning with various malware and virus programs aren't doing shit, at least nothing in two days and I figure in the Tron world that's like forever isn't it?  Or is it the opposite where its like a nano-second.  I can't remember and the movie isn't out for a couple days so I won't know until then but I digress.

*I took French 101 my senior year.  There were several benefits of the class for a 16 year old guy, two of which were the teacher Ms. Zoa Glass.   Heellllloooo Zoa.  The others were a hoard of freshman and sophomore girls.  Je m'appelle Erik.

Knocking off the cobwebs.

Wow I can't believe how long its been since I updated this thing. Way too long. I really have nothing to contribute at this time but so many others are blogging now I felt compelled. Yes the power of bog compels me.
At some point I will have to let loose on to the world my blog and reap the whirlwind.

Updates since the last entry... from sometime in 2009
got engaged to my ol' lady
1 car crash
2 motorcycle crashes(1 small one, 1 big one)
1 broken hand
1 dislocated shoulder
lost 30lbs
gained back 15lbs(broken hand and what not)
changed Crossfit gyms
increased my kingdom on Facebook

Yeah that's about it.

Salvage from my old Myspace page Angela 11/9/08

Its happened again, another of my friends has passed away. Angela's passing was a tragic accident no one could have expected. Two friends in a matter or 8 days is too much. I think we forget that life is fleeting and we only have a certain number of wake ups in our lives. When we forget this fact life reminds us in cruel and unexpected ways. I didn't need the reminder I can assure you but never the less I got a wake up call if you will. A message from a friend to call him about something as soon as I get the message, left in a tone of voice that lets me know its serious and its not a casual call. I did like everyone else most likely and braced myself for bad news all the while thinking if not hoping it was not really that serious. It was about as serious as one can get in this world. It was real for sure but somehow I couldn't wrap my head around the news. What? That's crazy! Who? Oh my god! Oh my god. That's all the lady heard as she passed me on the side walk while she walked her stupidly small dog past my conversation. I get no cell reception in my home so I have to go outside to converse with the world. My neighbors get to hear everything from how my grandpa is doing, to my ass kissing eternal hunt for a proper job, to me getting tragic news of a friend missing and another friend in pure agony over the loss. Too much for such a small amount of time. I feel numb as it hasn't really sunken in yet. It has intellectually. I know I will never see my sweet friend again. I know she will not flash that smile that scrunches up her nose again.

I can imagine how the families feel, I've been there and feel so terrible for their loss. Its something you can't fathom unless you have gone through it. People give sympathies and prayers and the positive thoughts which is very nice but effectively useless when you're inside your own head rolling through numbness, erratic emotions, and memories faster that you can process them. It hurts and doesn't go away for a long time. It sneaks up on you during the most innocent of times. It could be a song playing on the radio or a movie or a smell sometimes nothing at all that sends you from your melodic everyday droning to the pain of loss and ache of missing. Its not a fair fight that's for sure. They will both be missed as both were really great people that deserved the best in life. I guess not really knowing what awaits us after passing, maybe they did get the best in life and are enjoying the fruits of their lives. I don't know. Nobody does but its all we can hope for to put our minds and souls at easy between sporadic moments pain.

Angela I miss you. You are still a sweet caring friendly soul in death as you were in life.

Salvage from my old Myspace page

A great guy died today. Stephen Cox was a teammate, father, and husband. He had been battling cancer for several years. Several surgeries, hospital stays and the chronic pain never seemed to lower his spirits. Of course I only saw him occasionally when he felt well enough to play hockey. So I guess I saw him on the "good" days or maybe he put on a macho locker room face in front of the guys. I don't know. What I do know is he loved to play with a competitive streak a mile long. He was the oldest guy on the team by several years yet he seemed to be in superior shape. He was rarely out of breath while the younger guys panted breathlessly on the bench. I used to tell him he wasn't really trying. He would just flash his squinty eyed broad smile and tell me to piss off.
He was always smiling and having a good time tossing jokes around like quick draw artist. He was smart funny and proud of his family. His kids and wife would occasionally come to the games and cheer us on. They had to have been bored silly as our games are not the most viewer friendly activities in the world. They would hang out after the games in the parking lot and relive our heroics on the ice over a couple beers. They really seem like a close knit family and I feel terrible for their loss.
Goodbye Coxy, maybe now you'll cover the points when the puck is in your zone. The good people always seem to get taken from us while jackass' are free to roam the earth. Stephen seemed like he lived the life he wanted to live. I think when you get down to it that's all we can hope for in this world.
Vaya con dios Stephen.

What I've Learned

Women don’t want you to fix their problems. They just want you to sit, listen quietly, nod your head and say, "I love you, you are very special to me, and/or that’s so unfair."

Women don’t want you to fix their problems unless their problem is a flat tire

Contracts with employers aren’t for you. They are for your employer. If you don’t agree try refusing to sign the contract.

I don’t care what anyone says after a certain age you feel like shit after exercise.

People from other cultures know how to relax and they can do it at the drop of a hat.

They say money can’t buy happiness well I would like to give it a try. I have a few ideas that might just work.

Motorcycles are the cheapest and safest recreational drug on the market today. The V-Twin is some good shit man.

People expose their lack of intellect by using imbecilic examples to support their stance.

Republican and Democrats are both wrong. Independents and Libertarians are also wrong. If we can find a logical mix of all four we would really have something.

Bill Clinton was the best Republican Presidents ever.

When the word "racist" is used as a political tool it becomes worse than its original abomination.

The morning of September 11, 2001 fear over took sex as the most overwhelming driving forces in our society. Look at the news, our national foreign policy, and Bush’s second term.

Who Would Jesus Bomb? Best bumper sticker ever.

Bill Maher is an asshole he may be correct on many topics but he’s still an asshole.

Tell your father you love him while he’s still alive. You can tell him once he’s gone but it will not feel as good.

Bugs hurt at 80 mph

When your Grandmother says, "You don’t know what you’re doing." She’s right.

Rich, powerful, A-type personality men will cheat on you ladies. As often as possible. Its not you, its them and no amount of plastic surgery with stop it.

Kids learn from what they see in the home. Robin Williams’ father must have been a crazy fucker.

Mother Nature teaches you two lessons, 1) Mother Nature always wins. 2) Winning isn’t always the point.

Cory Haim died today. He was pretty much a douche bag and a bad actor. However, it was not entirely his fault as Hollywood creates this bogus world making people actually believe they deserve the money, attention, gifts(read drugs and women/men) and the work.Especially influenced are the young stars who make the childish adults around them a lot of money. Once those young stars stop making the cash for whatever reason they get tossed onto the used heap and forgotten yet still left with the sense of entitlement. One is left with the tools they were brought up with to fend off the rejection and disappointment but if they don't have the tools they end up on COPS or the evening news. Like I said it was not completely his fault but he was a douche bag.