I’m updating my whole collection of DVD’s and converting them to digital media files. While I go through them I will be throwing out various ones that I deem not viable to convert. This is going to be a long and arduous process, taking up my whole weekend. I’m saddened for the potential loss of so many, since it took years to build up this mega collection. But its time to face facts. This humongous collection I have is taking up space and its time to throw it onto HD’s and get rid of the discs, they are a nuisance.
It is worth noting though that this is a futile attempt to maintain myself with an activity. Within in 2-3 years, all film will be available online for access anytime, anywhere, however you want. Its a fact of life. All film will be available, that’s how it is. So till then, I will occupy myself with this mediocre task.
Hope all is well with everyone.
Why can’t every news cast end like this?
A quick update, Saturday night I had what was called a “New Yorker” moment. It made me feel both shocked and yet surprisingly giddy at the same time.
I was making a left onto an off street to get on the 59th street bridge. I was currently stopped at a red light waiting for the green. As I sat there a cyclist decided to pull up alongside my car. He was riding fast and lucid so I thought when the light went green he would hit it and get across the lane before I made my turn. As I went to make my turn he starts up very slow (contrary to what I was led to believe), and continues on that pace with my car. I decide that since he’s going slow he’ll let me just speed up and make my left. As I proceed to make my left turn he does not stop, instead he slams on his breaks and yells at me in the highest pitch possible “FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!”. I continue to drive down the street towards the on ramp, as I look behind me in the rear view mirror I see that he is chasing after me in a blind rage of fast peddling. I floor the accelerator towards the on ramp and I make it onto the bridge. As I cruise towards freedom, a sudden unprovoked smile comes across my face. I just had a New Yorker moment.
My new county has much easier machines to vote in, I like them A LOT more.
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Remember, vote or die. It may be between a douche and a turd, but the douche knows more about money than the turd ever will.
If your concerned about health care reform and all that shit just remember, we are going to be socialist. It just took an extra 50 years to get here that’s all.
By the way the bread line forms to the left.
Last night I battled Raccoons, which acted very much like tweaked out little zombies. I had to take full usage of a trash bin cover to have them scurry off into the darkness. Robert Neville’s got nothing on me, lol.
I must secure my trash cans with bungee cords from now on, for they will return with a vengeance. One in particular acted like the ring leader for the group (there were 4 of them). I will most certainly see him again, since he displayed courage under fire by commencing a staring contest with me amongst the chaos.
Today I awoke to the smell of burning oil, I wasn’t sure exactly where it was coming from but let me tell you, it sure is an offensive smell. I contacted my father who said to contact Petro and they in turn told me to contact the fire department. This is where the fun truly begins.
I wait outside with my dog for about 10 min for backup to arrive since I told dispatch it wasn’t an emergency or my house was on fire. They finally arrived in what can only be described as a cavalry of epic proportions. Two fire trucks, the fire marshal, the regular police, the auxiliary police, hazmat team, etc. Needless to say my dog KC was going ape shit over the lights and the sirens, he was one happy pup. I noticed later that he had to go to the bathroom and had shit next to the officers squad car (which thank goodness he didn’t smell or notice, that’s an expensive fine!) I cleaned it up after they left though.
What had caused this whole incident to transpire you ask? Well two things, a shoddy 1996 CO2 detector and an uncleaned, un-maintenanced oil heater. Put those two together and you have a cavalcade of comedy ensue. The 1996 CO2 detector needs to be replaced no question, but its got cobwebs, dust, dirt and other goodies jammed inside of it. Makes me wonder exactly how little the former tenants actually cleaned. Of course without hesitation I would say me and my family could have died from asphyxiation tonight, had this not happened today.
On a more general note, I would like to point out that this little visit from the fire company and police has not cost me a dime, thanks to federal and state funding. In any other society or government I would have to pay for this. You Go America!
More fire fighting action —> here
Yesterday me, my brother and his two friends attended Bear Mountain in Upstate NY for a little hiking adventure. My brother being the extremist that he is, decided to say “fuck this” to the walking path and proceeded to literally scale Bear Mountain. Me and the others (after very little debate) followed. It wasn’t a terrible climb (I utilized my skills I learned as an amateur climber in summer camp), but there were some rough peaks to overcome. An hour and a half goes by, after some heaving, drowning in Poland spring and praying to various deities we finally make it to the top of the mountain! What a site it was let me tell you, some people speak of beauty but nothing can encompass it when you see it with your own eyes. By the way, I would like to let everyone know that all of us were completely isolated from the world on this climb (except for cell phones). We didn’t run into other people while scaling this mountain, which added to the beauty of it in my opinion.
As we reach the top of the mountain, I can see that technology has beat me to it, as there is a paved road and cars already at the top. I shudder, cry and thank god I am at least safe now (I’m wasn’t prepped for a sleep over there, let’s just say that).
Now for the return trek down the mountain. We continue down the paved road and come to a dead end and find the sloping, rough wooden path again, we cringe a little (walking upwards is easier then downwards). As we go down the path, we all decide its time to take stupid pictures, make funny videos and generally mock the idiotic tourists who’ve come to Bear Mountain (we are tourists but not to NY, these people were from all over). One example of this that I found very humorous was the extremely obese German couple; who were having trouble understanding why it was so hard to get up the mountain with food in each hand and a napsack filled with ice cream, which was surround by dry ice.
We continue on down the mountain.
When we finally get to the bottom and walk to the car, one of our group falls and twists his ankle a little. I find this odd and amusing at the same time (as does everyone) because we just finished scaling a mountain with no injuries and yet, one of us gets hurt in the fucking parking lot! The member is fine now, so don’t worry yourselves.
