Blaze of Glory
You know why I write posts before I fly out on a trip? In case I die.
Redford, why do you even think like that?
Remember when I asked what the last thing people would wear before they turn into a zombie would be? And I got all those replies from my legions of fans? Same idea I guess. This could be the last thing I ever write, and I'm fairly conscious of that fact when I write these blogs. Well, maybe not with my pre-HK/Korea one. I can imagine that being my last post ever. I quite like that poem to be honest, with the exception of using "forming" three times in the last stanza. Then there's my pre-England 2009 trip. Not sure what I was doing there. Well then! This completely discredits my original claim about me worrying about the legacy I leave behind!
I guess I'll close in saying I'm going to haunt you bastards if something happens.
What Do You Want to Be?
What do you want to be when you grow up?
I don't know. I'm kinda grown up now, and I'm still not really sure. You have to know who you are first to figure out what you want to be. The problem is that I'm not really sure how to do things. I have a really weird way of sequencing events in my mind. I find it difficult to start from the beginning and work my way to the end. I usually skip through to the middle and the end bits and work backwards or sideways. It's why I was never any good at math. If I was building some kind of Rube Goldberg, I'd start at the very end and then attempt to work backwards to figure out what I need to start with. Only, I get confused and start thinking of the middle pieces, then I'm just left with some kinda clusterfuck of a plan. On second thought, I probably wouldn't be able to successfully set something like that up.
Have you ever seen me write an essay before? It's a mess. I have a thesis. I have a plan. I write the 3rd paragraph, then the intro, the the conclusion, then I get ideas for other stuff and then I just write whatever I want to write and try to piece it together afterwards. Sometimes it works out fine, but most of the time I'm trying to figure out how to order the pieces. Then when it's in order, it doesn't make sense at all!
You know what my brain is good for? Tangents. It's why I can relate things in a conversation that seemingly have no friggin' connection to each other. Sometimes I remind myself of this kid:
Only that sort of comment would happen in the middle of a conversation about something else. Anyway, this is all one long way of saying that I need a job. No, not a job, I need a career. That's what I need. Only, I'm not quite sure how to make use of myself.
Summer’s Over
Here's a nice song for the end of summer:
Doesn't the video make you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside? Summers used to last forever, but now, life moves so quickly that summer already seemed so long ago.
Lesson Learned
Today I learned that my experiences playing Call of Duty doesn't really translate to paintball. Aside from strategically flanking the side (which I did at will), I couldn't see what I was shooting half the time because the mask would fog up from the heat. There's also the thing with friendly fire. In COD I can shoot my own teammates without penalty (unless I'm playing hardcore mode), but in paintball they get eliminated. So here I was trying to flank the other team when I heard someone creep up behind me. I turned around quickly and, without really aiming, fired a shot that, unfortunately for the other guy, hit his hoo-haas. "Oh shit, my bad!" It was my teammate.
Pure HMV
I've been buying from HMV since grade 12 (since I started working) and if you were to sum up the total of my DVD purchases it would be somewhere between $1500 - $2000 since then. That's a shitload of money and I'm positive that it's a conservative estimate. The whole time I griped about how HMV should have a points card or something because I would benefit immensely from it.
About a month or two ago they launched the Pure HMV card, which gives you 100 points per dollar spent. I would have had at least 100, 000 points! So I decided to browse the upper echelons of their points program to see what I could possibly get for that much points.
Step Up 3d Prize Pack: 150 000 points.
Robert Pattinson Prize Pack: 150 000 points.
Autographed Perez Hilton Soft Cover book: 55 000 points.
What the shit is this? It's not even Twilight stuff for Robert Pattinson because, obviously, HMV makes too much money off that to be giving it away. But that's precisely what they should be doing! It's a rewards program, but it feels like they're giving away the useless crap they couldn't get rid of. For 150 000 points fans of Robert Pattinson can get a pair of worn pants from the movie (he wore them himself apparently), but this was from...2008! Yeah. Awesome. Sorry tweenies, you can't smell him anymore.
The Step Up pack includes one large Men's shirt, one large Women's shirt, an XL hoodie, a headband, and the first two movies in the franchise. The only Step Up 3d merchandise is the headband, and the oversized clothes. Seriously. I'm not even gonna get to Perez Hilton's autographed book, because that thing is a waste of paper and ink. Further browsing revealed that for 3,500 points I could get a T3 keychain. Terminator 3?! That movie came out when I was still in high school! Grade 11, if I remember correctly and I have to spend $35 to get that? Fuck you HMV!
The Pure HMV card: great for HMV to get rid of their useless shit, terrible for loyal customers.