You pick, I do something! Version 2. Version 1 was a you pick, I review, but it didn't really work out.

Anyways, this time you tell me something to do, and through the magic that is the internet, I lie and say I've done it! That's awesome isn't it!

No, seriously, this is a "You Pick, I Listen 1".
What does that mean? It means I give you a list of CDs, and for the next week I promise to listen to the CD no less than four times completely through and I give you a review at the end of the week.

Now since I don't know who out there might have a vendetta against me, I'm going to give you the list of CDs I'll listen to. That way I don't have to listen to Britney Spears or Lindsey Lohan.

All of these CDs I may have or might not, but I haven't listened to them all of the way through. So you get to choose.

So here are your choices:
Coheed and Cambria - Second Stage Turbine Blade
Nine Inch Nails - All That Could've Been.../Still
Keane - Hopes And Fears
A Perfect Circle - Emotive
Snow Patrol - Final Straw
Muse - Absolution

This is not just based on votes. If someone gives me a great reason, I'll listen. So cast some votes.

The next installment will be: "You Vote, I Watch"

Y'all keep 'em straight up!

We all don't like someone. I'm not saying hate, because out of all the things I hate, I don't think one is a person. But there are plenty of people who I do not like.

Take for example a guy at work. He's a good-ol-boy, which doesn't bother me, but he's also dumb and slow, which does bother me. There are two guys running the trucks everyday (he's one of them) and one guy takes maybe an hour and a half to run one truck there and back and this guy I don't like takes at least two and a half hours. He also always finds some reason to not do any work whenever some needs to be done and he gets on to me for not knowing how to do his job. I know my job and everyone else's job in the building, and I don't have a CDL to know how to do his job. And I'm fairly positive he wouldn't have the first clue how to do my job.

But I digress a little. We all have those people we don't like at jobs, like that guy. Well yesterday that guy had BO. What's worse than that? A guy you can't stand personality wise all of a sudden becomes the smelly kid. How can you ever seriously try to get over a person's huge lack of anything admirable when he smells of BO?

So, kids, wash you back down past the crack, and scrub under your arms too. You never know when that's going to be the deciding factor in who gets the first bullet when a co-worker goes postal.

Y'all have a nice day.

I know you may be in college or high school (some of you maybe in Middle or younger), and I'm sure you're hating it right now. Stupid teachers who aren't cool and have no understanding of what you're going through telling you what you should learn and know (when you know everything you need to, of course).

I know right now you're stressed over your test you have in a week because you've been either sleeping in class or only started studying a week ago (and two weeks isn't enough time to get a 100).

Well, relax, and enjoy the time you have. That's right the "time", free time. You might not have it soon enough.

I remember in college taking 15 hours of credit, working two part-time jobs, and regularly playing music at bars and clubs on the weekend, and you know what, I never had more free time than then. I played video games all the time. I went out and bought tons of comics to read in all the free time I had. I even studied regularly. I remember waking up on Saturday mornings and leisurely making my way toward a mid-afternoon shower.

Well, not anymore.

Now I'm up by 5:30 in the morning (that's right AM, I didn't know it existed either). I usually don't get home until at least 6, maybe later. And there's always something to do, because I'm getting married in June and still looking for a better job.

This weekend was the first time in three weeks that I had Saturday afternoon alone and to myself and I was able to do whatever I wanted. I went and watched Constantine (a pretty good movie) and then went a drank beer with my future brother-in-law. It was nice to do nothing. I had never looked forward to doing so little of anything in such a long time.

So my message today is to tell you to enjoy your life right now if you're still in college or below. If you're busy and have no free time, I promise you it's your fault and you probably want it that way. If not, stop complaining and enjoy it while you can.

Y'all have a good day.

I got in trouble at work. Well, I don't know if "in trouble" is the right way to put it.

I was on GameSpot yesterday at work because there was nothing to do. I had completed my work and was waiting on people to finish there work (which they didn't do until about 12:30 and the incident takes place a little before 10am) todo some more work. The president of the company who'd come in for the week from Canada strolls into my office to get some coffee and he asks me what I'm looking at. I think he thought it was porn or something. So I showed him the sight. He said that if I wasn't burdened with work we should find something for me todo. So I guess I'm not suppose to be doing that when there's nothing to do. It sucks, but that's okay. Now I've learned to look busy. But the part that pisses me off is that the guy went back to his laptop and started to show my boss different videos he'd gotten off the net. Gross, asian porn and all those other videos that we've all seen too many time. But I can't look at a news website whenever I have nothing to do. And then he blatantly said, "do as I say, not as I do".
So I have no respect for the company I work for anymore or the French-Canada owner. And my boss is suppose to have a "talk" with me later after Frenchy leaves.

If you always do your work, do it well, and do it fast, why do people complain and try to find more work for you to do? No wonder people are lazy and slow, it's not like you're going to get a raise anyways, and at least then you look busy, so they aren't going to fire you either.

So that's what I've learned from working for less than two weeks. Don't bother working fast and trying to be the best. You'll only get pointed out as the "guy that never does anything".

It also sucks that around 12:30 tons of work fell into my lap that made me busy until 5:30. But at 12:15 Frenchy and my boss went to a meeting, so that guy doesn't even see me busy. He thinks I sit around and surf the net all day. Its a good thing I don't see myself with this company for more than a year or so. Maybe not more than six months if they don't hire me on from the temp agency.

A friend of mine said that he couldn't get into Nightmare on Elm Street because of all the blood Johnny Depp produced when he was killed.
HUH? Isn't that like saying you couldn't buy Friday the 13th because hockey masks are uncomfortable and block some of your vision? Or wouldn't that be like saying you couldn't get into Evil Dead because you just don't believe a tree would really rape a woman? And Disney movies are totally unbelievable because animals talk. Stop nitpicking and enjoy the movie.

Oh, on the subject of Disney movies, my fiancee has been sick this week with some virus, and when I went to see her after work the other day, she was watching Pocahontas. Now, this movie is horrible, and I'm scare of generation of children will grow up thinking that indians have cleft-lips. But towards the end, Pocahontas is trying to figure out how to save Mel Gibson, and she finds a compass. The compass of course will show her the way. So compi(?compass plural?) point due North right? Well, in this scene the compass is pointing directly in the rising sun. Are they at the North Pole or something? Who dropped the ball on that one.
And I love how the English men say they'll never kill an indian and all this crap. Where's the sequel?
Pocahontas 2: Manifest Destiny ("Now Our God Says It's Personal")

I've already worked 42 hours so far this week, so everything I put in today will be overtime, which is good because I only get paid $9 an hour.
Tuesday I worked 13 hours with a 15min break for lunch. The working world is hard and long. Kids, spend as much time as possible in college. Have fun there, because as far as I can tell, it goes away once you leave and get a real job.

I've been listening to Muse and DJ Danger Mouse's Grey Album. Both are good. I really like Muse. It's like Ours and Radiohead getting together and having Trent Reznor produce a few tracks. Great stuff. The Grey Album (Beatles' White and Jay-Z's Black) is okay. There could've been more Beatles, but it's okay. The track that samples "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" is one of my favorite tracks on the album. I have both of them on a disc with a bunch of mp3s on them, so I just play them in my car, and I have no idea what the names are.

I wrote a song the other day. The first time in a month and a half. It's nothing great, but I'm trying to find time to play again. I'm trying to write a love song. I hate most love songs because they actually use the word love, and that's such an overrated word. Everyone throws it around. People will say they love someone and then they love skittles, but there is no clear definition of the word when you use it with those two items. The Greeks, I believe, had somewhere around 6 or 8 word for love, that spread from "I love greenbeans" to "I enjoy that person as a friend" to "I'm in love with you and will marry you" to "I'm a father, and I love my son". We throw love around and it becomes meaningless. I think we should all start talking greek or latin again so we can define things a little better. But I was talking about song writing, sorry. I also hate the cliches of "love never ending", "said-person never leaving", "loving one person more than anything", "one person meaning more than anything", and "I love you, now let's have sex". Those are all good things, and have a place in some fairy tale world. But a good love song to me is going to be a song that never says "love", never says "baby", and would only reference sex in a poetic and pure way. With years and years of crappy pop love songs in my head, this is actually kind of hard. But I'm working on it.

Anyways, off to another day in the trenches. If you don't hear from me in a while, well, you probably won't notice, so it's no big deal.
Y'all have a great one. And let me know what the plural of "compass" is.

I was driving home today from work and like every other day the radio bored me and the traffic created an uneasy feeling in my stomach which I tried to suppress from my clove cigarette. I passed by a strip-joint about two or three miles from the office. It looks like it may have been in the middle of a few fires and maybe some Civil War battles. The sign telling you the name of the place has a letter or two usually burnt out or blinking making the illegible cursive script even more difficult to read. The parking lot to the establishment was full of run down cars, none younger than ten years.
I drove by and saw a grungy old black man struggling to put on his jacket on arm by arm as he stood next to the highway and held desperately to his bottle of unknown alcohol hidden in a brown paper bag. His eyes looked weak and red, and he looked exhausted. He looked like a man who had seen too many naked skanks for the day, and maybe given away too many crusty dollar bills. Or he may have just been a man who spent his last few dimes on happy hour drinks.

I drove by listening to a Henry Rollins CD, as he ranted and raved and I agreed, and in the back of mind I wondered what path in my journey, in my life, directed me to where I am. I'm sure on one path I could've been Henry Rollins. I could've won awards for my writing, speaking, or music. I could've seen the world, and I could've been bitter to society and people.
And on another path, I could've been that grungy old man who had watched naked woman after naked woman spread eagle in front of him as he downed another Colt 45 and tried to forget about his abject life of poverty, his spoiled kids listening to degrading music, and his over-weight wife who wonders, but never regrets, why he won't touch her anymore.

But I was directed to the path that I'm on and traveling. It's hard not to wonder, but isn't it sometimes fruitless. I guess it can make you respect your own life more, but at the same time it can also make you take for granted the many gifts granted to you, to everyone. You're alive. What more do you want? You have a chance to make your voice heard, to make you decisions matter, to make a difference in a life other than your owns. What amazing gifts that we all take for granted.

This is life. There are no roads less traveled. There is only the road you have chosen or has been granted to you.

So the job I talked about going for an interview for yesterday I got. I'm about to go in for my first day.

I always hate first days. You don't know people. Things are different. I've always been a person who didn't like change.

Which is funny, because I want so many things in our society to change, and if they did change, and they changed in the way I wanted, it would probably freak me out still. Like if everyone really did stop caring about money and things, that'd probably make me piss myself.

I have less than $100 to my name right now though, so I have to have a job. It's that simple. I have enough money to get me back and forth to work for a week or two and maybe grab a few cups of coffee on the way.

Coffee is so great. I love that black, bitter brew so much. I'm addicted. I have to have at least two cups in the morning to start my day. I've been drinking it for so long that coffee doesn't make me hyper, it just levels me off.

Remember Hyper-Color shirts?

Anyways, I'm just really nervous right now and using random humor as a shield to mask my fears. I'm only making $9 an hour at this job, which is not much at all. It isn't something I can make a living at. But I have to start somewhere. Sometimes people forget that. They think that you can just start out at where they are when they've been making money for several years now and I have worked their way up the ladder.

I just wish we could do what we love to do, and not worry about money. I mean, do important things and do them well, and not really give a damn if we'd have enough money to buy this or that thing. I love things, but I look at all the things I have and realize that I, along with most of our generations past the 60s and obsessed with things and the more we get the more bored we become. No thing will ever be enough for us.

We are consumers hell bent on owning a disposable world forever or at least until we get bored with it.

I had a job interview this morning. It would be data entry for a Catepillar engine parts distributor. Not really sure what I'd do, but I'm pretty sure I can do it. I'll find out in a few days if I get it. I'm also still waiting to hear back about become an ads seller for a SC upstate entertainment newspaper. Both would be job. Not great, not bad, maybe not even good, but they'd be jobs, which is what I'm really looking for right now.

I finished reading Prey by Crichton the other night. It's a really good book. Not as good as Timeline, but still solid. They'll probably turn that one into a crappy movie too.

I received the first bill for the engagement ring I bought for my fiance. It's at a 21% APR. That mean close to $350 dollars added a month. The payments are only $35 a month. It made me laugh. Are there some idiots who really just pay off the minimum payments and keep paying for their whole life? And who is the genius who thought up interest rates for jewelry? What a great scheme.

Fallout 2 is addictive. That's all I'm playing right now. I'm going to find that GECK. I will. I will find Vault 13. I did find a cool easter egg yesterday. I was walking from Navarro to Vault 15 and I found an area called "the Bridge". The bridge keeper asks you three questions that you have to answer. I answered them right, so I didn't get thrown off the cliff, as I guess you would if you answered them wrong. I was just funny because it was almost word for word from The Holy Grail. I thought it was very cool to find. I'd never seen it in all the time I had played. It's always cool to find something like that.

So any of y'all ever found a cool easter egg you didn't know about? What was it and what game?

Peace! Later!

My latest review was for Diablo II which was a scathing review for a good game. All I see is people completely praising the game and ignoring the faults or trashing it. So I gave it a good score and trashed it. I feel that's fair.

Anyways, I'm still trying to think of games to review. A lot of people gave me PS2 games to review last time I review. My PS2 doesn't exist right now, some I'm needing to put some restraints on your review ideas. I still want them, but I need them to fit into these criteria: PC, N64, PS, SNES, Genesis, NES, Game Boy, GBA, Arcade, or a PS2 game that is in my collection or that I've rated. You can pick from those. Have fun and give me some ideas. Right now, I'm thinking of doing Fallout 2 next (that's what I'm playing right now), but I'm not really sure.

Give me some ideas, some feedback, and rate my reviews positive if you like them. Also, trust me if you trust me, and there's no reason you shouldn't trust me.

Now, pray for me as I'm about to watch Aliens VS Predator.

Oh, and Garden State is an amazing movie. I watched it twice this weekend.

I'm trying to find a game to review. Any game. Maybe a game you've thought about playing but you haven't yet because you're scared (you baby). Maybe some game you'd like to be torn to shreds by my irreverent attitude towards life. Maybe you just want to see me try to write something positive about the worst game imaginable.

So I need you to give me suggestions of games to review. Tell me what to review. You can look through my collection or just tell me something. If I haven't played it, I'll try and I'll get back to you with the review. I just can't find anything that I want to review, so I thought I'd give the control to y'all.

Also, if I do this, I need your help to trust me and rate my reviews positively. That's all I ask, and I get to be your be-otch. Whatever game.

God, just don't have me play Superman 64.

Thanks, and I'm out.