Is it better to date a fool than not date at all?

Oh hush I can't think of a better title. Maybe in a while I will....

Maybe I'm harder on prospective interests than most girls or maybe I set unrealistic standards but I just hate wasting my time.

I was never one of those people that have to go out on a weekend night or it's wasted. I actually enjoy being home by myself. The egocentric part in me feels that people who can't be alone must not like themselves too much. Honestly, maybe my ego is too big but I feel that I like myself; therefore it's acceptable for me to stay home at night with one of my favorite people (me for those in the back row not paying attention).

So that being said - why in the world would I go out with a guy unless he provided just as much entertainment as I could on my own? (Stop thinking dirty thoughts that part didn't even cross my mind until after I re-read this).

So enough of the background.....
I went out Friday night with a friend of mine. She dates.... a lot. It's kind of this year hobby, next year it might be soap-making. I use to wonder how she had so many opportunities to date. Now I know - she's not choosy. Or she isn't too quick to make judgments and is more open to anything. Depends on who you ask and how nice that person is.

The guy slides over buys her a drink, starts talking to her. Everything appears normal. He's with a friend and it obvious that he wants to continue with this conquest so he tries to get me to talk with his friend. "My friend thinks you're hot but he's shy." "My friend wants to talk with you." "My friend thinks you have great boobs."

Right there I'm done, it's over no use continuing this encounter and we should leave. Right? I mean here is this guy trying to pick up on my friend and he tells me I have nice boobs. Then he continues to tell us that he has a hot tub and he lives in a great part of the city. When I tell him where I live - he snubs it until I tell him specifically where I live. Then it's acceptable.

He's not winning me over (and his friend isn't saying too much anyways) and I'm looking for an escape route. I'm assuming my friend feels the same way. But I'm shocked - she's laughing and flirting and continuing on with the conversation. She acts like he is the greatest thing since online dating and gets his phone number.

He was drinking is her excuse when I call her out on it. He apologized for his behavior when she talked to him the next day. He was only joking around. OMG why am I so hard on him - I barely talked with him for ten minutes?

I can see it now. They go out on a date and he wow's her with an impressive restaurant (in his part of the "trendy" city) and he's staring at the waitress's chest when he orders from the wine list.

And there's my friend laughing just happy that she's out therefore the night isn't wasted. Why am I so judgmental? Why am I so hard on him? I mean come on she just wants to date him not marry him. Right?

Maybe that's the point why bother even wasting time going out with someone who you know you won't have a second date with or a third or even a relationship. What's the point?

As Read On Six Feet Under

RIP
Nate 1965-2005

Mystic Odes 833 by Rumi

Our death is our wedding with eternity.
What is the secret? "God is One."
The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house.
This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes;
It is not in the juice made from the grapes.
For he who is living in the Light of God,
The death of the carnal soul is a blessing.
Regarding him, say neither bad nor good,
For he is gone beyond the good and the bad.
Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible,
So that he may place another look in your eyes.
It is in the vision of the physical eyes
That no invisible or secret thing exists.
But when the eye is turned toward the Light of God
What thing could remain hidden under such a Light?
Although all lights emanate from the Divine Light
Don't call all these lights "the Light of God";
It is the eternal light which is the Light of God,
The ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh.
...Oh God who gives the grace of vision!
The bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire

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Hey Crackhead!
Date: Sat Mar 27 15:36:01 2004

Crackhead, it was really good to have my bike back though. I rode home from the shop with a couple of spare sparkplugs and a smile on my face. I figured the next time I parked at my girlfriend's place overnight I would have to buy some crackpipes and tape them to my bike as a peace offering. Overall, I wasn't that upset. Despite having to ride the bus for three days and dropping a hundred bones at the shop, I had gained some fascinating knowledge, a new set of sparkplugs, and a pretty funny anecdote about how fucked up you are, and how our paths once crossed briefly in the night.

But you couldn't just let sleeping dogs lie, could you Crackhead. You couldn't just stay in on Friday, watch Letterman through the window of a home electronics store and then call it a night. You couldn't rest on your laurels. Two porcelain sparkplug crackpipes just wasn't enough for you, was it Crackhead? You just had to come back for more.

This morning, a scant fifteen hours after I rode it out of the shop, I found my motorcycle violated once again. This time you only took the right one - maybe you were having an off night. At least this time I had a spare sparkplug and the tools to fix it - or so I thought - having ordered a 73-piece toolset from SEARS.com last week. But no, the sparkplug socket in my new toolset was for American sparkplugs. So I had to go down to the neighborhood Ace hardware. They had an 18mm socket that would fit over my sparkplug, but it was for a 1/2" drive ratchet. My toolkit only has 1/4" and 3/8" ratchets. So I had to buy a 1/2" ratchet along with the socket. Even though the clerk took pity on me and gave me the senior citizen discount (I'm 25) it still cost me $22 all told. Now, you might say that I should have just gotten a 3/8"-to-1/2" drive adaptor instead of springing for the whole ratchet. And to that I say "Shut the hell up, Crackhead, I'm not finished. And besides, I was eventually going to buy a 1/2" ratchet anyway so it's probably not worth it to take it back now."

OK, now I'm rambling. But the point is, Crackhead, that you have done me wrong. Now, I get that you love crack. That is totally understandable. I've heard it is really fun, at first, and quite addictive. What I don't understand is, YOU ARE A CRACKHEAD. WHY DON'T YOU OWN A CRACKPIPE? I am an engineer. Do you ever see me shaking down bums in the Loin for a calculator and sliderule? No, you don't. Because engineering is the main thing I do, I went and bought myself a calculator. The main thing you do is crack. How do you get by without a crackpipe? The other crackheads must clown on you non-stop. I mean, the fucking saw you used to saw off my sparkplugs is probably worth five or ten bucks. Why not sell or trade it for a crackpipe? You really haven't put much thought into this, have you?

Please, Crackhead, please don't tell me you sold your crackpipe to buy crack. Even a stupid crackhead such as yourself couldn't possibly be that stupid.

I've decided that taping crackpipes to my motorcycle would be tantamount to appeasement. You have crossed a line, Crackhead - specifically California Street. You have come onto my own street and you have desecrated that which I hold dear. You have stolen from me, and you have caused me to spend the last half hour writing this post instead of engineering shit, and it is concievable, if not likely, that my boss could find out about this and fire me. I am hella pissed at you dude.

Here are my options as I see them:
1. Write a note saying that I have coated both of my sparkplugs in rat poison and tape it to my bike at night. You can thank Tim for that one, it was his idea.

2. Don't write a note, but just coat both sparkplugs in rat poison. This is probably closer to a punishment that would fit your despicable crime. I'm sure this is super illegal and shit, but it's not like anyone is going to miss you, Crackhead. Don't fool yourself.

3. Wait in an alley near my bike armed with my new stainless steel mirror-finish Ace Professional brand 1/2" drive socket wrench, my 18mm sparkplug socket, and my searing rage. It's pretty heavy and well balanced. I am not a large man, but I am angry.

In conclusion, Crackhead, why don't you just do both of us a favor and buy yourself a crackpipe? It will both enhance your crack smoking experience and save me a lot of time and felony assault charges.

Think about it.

Sincerely, Matt

*** If you are not the Crackhead that took my sparkplugs, please disregard this posting ***

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I have an addiciton

Okay I have an addiction and I can't quit. I'm buying jewelry every 15 minutes! Necklaces, earrings, rings even a bracelet. This site it driving me crazy:
SilverJewelryClub
I can't stop but apparently I'm not alone everyone is buying it up. There is even livejounal site devoted to this addiction. And someone even loaded pictures on Photobucket (Password: sjc_lovers)
It started with this:

and then since I bought a size 9 it was a bit too big for my thumb which is what I wanted it for so I gave it to a friend and replaced it with this in a size 8:
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Then well I saw this:
and well I was on a roll to be followed with this:and .
And then the sickness continued:
and then since I liked it so much I bought this to go with it: thinking I could put it on the 16 and 18 inch chains respectively. And they I saw this:
and snatched it up which meant I had to but this to match:
I hope there is a support group I can join.

Can you Stand the Curiosity?

I can't help it. I'm a curious person; I'm a nosy person. I can cover it up in 'helpfulness' wrap it up in 'caring concern' but bottom line - I like to know things. That's why I put a counter on my main page. Because I want to know if anyone is reading, if I'm making them laugh or if they are surprised because they aren't the only one to deal with a sex crazed divorced father of one on a phone. They aren't the only one who tries to distinguish a tone and spend dinner discussing it with their friends over sushi. Or deal with a boss that makes you buy your own Birthday presents. It's funny, we've been around for tens of thousands of years yet we think we are the first people to ever deal with life and it's challenges. Everything we go through has happened before to someone else. Even the most crazy life experiences I have lived through has happened to millions of other people. So how did they survive? What did they do? And most important of all, did they end up happy?

That's really the only answer I want to know- did they end up happy. Did they get past it or did it fester inside of them like a boil that refused to pop. How many people survived my life and how many crashed and burned? Do I even have a fighting chance or should I just go down in a blaze of glory? I would rather hear the awful truth than not know at all. I think that's why we keep reading about other people's problems and watching Ricki Lake & Dr. Phil. Because eventually we will hear about someone just like us and maybe we can learn the secret to our happiness.

I mean can you honestly say that you haven't once gone through something that isn't worthy of a Jerry Spinger episode? Can you just picture that episode in your head? Everyone important in your life is on stage either supporting you or insulting you. The audience egging everyone on and you hope that you are the one they are cheering for and not booing. Maybe that's the trick. To not avoid living through a Jerry Springer episode but to be on the cheering side of one. Those who get boo'd the most lose. At the very least, I hope I can manage that.

I Guess Even They Know What's Good for Them

This was taken by a temp worker at Microsoft. He couldn't resist snapping this shot of a pallet of Mac G5s entering the back door of the Microsoft Offices. He probably should have resisted since he was later dismissed once the powers that be caught wind of it. MSNBC reported it, ironically enough:
Blogger Dismissed From Microsoft

Check out the temp's blog which is still running today:
http://www.michaelhanscom.com/eclecticism/ 2003/10/even_microsoft.html
http://www.michaelhanscom.com/eclecticism/index.html

I know the story is old but I guess I'm not good at resisting either. At least I don't work for Microsoft. But I hope that even I would know better than to take a picture of Bugs Bunny entering my office.

Can Friends Break Up?

You hear about people breaking up in relationships but how about in friendships? Why is it harder to break up with your friends than with your boyfriends?

It's completely normal to grow up and move on from your boyfriends and girlfriends. And there doesn't have to be an obvious reason like he cheated on me, he lied to me... Otherwise the reason, "It's not you, it's me would have never been invented". You can break up with them for no reason other than you don't want to be with them anymore. Why can't the same thing apply to your friends?

We grow in life yet most of us still have friends from our childhood, whether we want them or not. Without a great act of disloyalty or betrayal, our friends are for life. That's a lot of pressure for those four year olds in the sandbox. Look around little one you are sharing your shovel with someone you will know for a very long time.

Friendships develop out of many reasons - history, common interests, and especially need. But when those don't apply anymore, why does the friendship still linger? Why can't we go to our friends and say, "it's not you it's me" or "we no longer have anything in common and I don't think we shouldn't talk anymore". Why can't it be that easy for you to get rid of what is now a toxic friend holding you back even though they never did anything wrong?