Category: Meditations

  • Over the past year, I haven’t been able to sit down and write up a blog post. Not because I’ve been too busy, but because my job requires me to sit at a computer for 8 hours a day and type all day. Yes, I know it’s a different type of typing, but I promise you by the time I get back to the house I don’t want to see a computer. I have however, kept in touch with my other hobbies such as social media and the like, but not to the extent where I can work up enough steam for a good old-fashioned blog post. This will change.

    I went over my records last night and realised that I’m still on WordPress. Here’s how that process went:

      1. I am paying for a domain and hosting.
      2. I enjoy blogging.
      3. I have opinions and don’t feel like holding them in.
      4. Therefore, I am bound and determined to start this blog back up.

    I am not going to be on any set schedule. I refuse to be committed, especially because none of you ever comment on my posts. I will, however, give myself a minimum of two posts per month on relevant topics. I will rant, rave, bitch, and complain about what ever is on my mind.

    Warning: Political correctness is not and will never be found on this blog. Its against my creed. I will give you good and funny topics. Funny according to me, so if you don’t’ like it— go read the New York Times.

    Thanks,
    Kevin

  • Sunday night was a night of terror. Fifty-nine people lost their lives when Stephen Paddock, age 64 years old of Mesquite, Nevada, rained gunfire down upon concertgoers at a Jason Aldean concert on the Los Vegas strip. According to reports, at least 527 were hurt either by the shooting itself or during the crowd’s panicked frenzy. Major kudos go out to the Vegas police for rapidly identifying the shooter’s location at the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino, and quickly acting to resolve the situation. Stephen Paddock was not taken alive—police believe that he took his own life.
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  • When I was a child, my brother told me to come up with a list of rules to live by. The idea behind that was to give me a sense of what type of person I wanted to become, and to develop a framework by which I could achieve my goals. That list gets longer every day as I come up with new rules to handle life’s constantly changing landscape.
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  • My job has a lot of features that I like. I like the people I work with, the flexibility of my schedule, the autonomy within my work, and even the actual work itself. The one thing about my job that I’m not in love with is the fact that I feel like I’m going back to school, without the promise of a degree to show for it. Don’t’ get me wrong, training is a beautiful thing, but for the next three weeks, I’m in class listening to a series of lectures on such fun topics as Contract management, budgeting, finance, engineering, and quality assurance.

    It’s true, I do work in the materials management industry. However, I didn’t think that a customer accounts specialist needed to know about the process of calibration, contract payments, and strategic acquisition planning. If I knew this going in, I would have stayed in the contract management field and been happy with my lot in life.
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  • I once was a man who liked his space.
    In the back of my mind, I wished her out of my face.
    But this morning I’m lonely, I’ve got no one to console me, and Now I’m wishing I had someone to embrace.

    Fellas, your lady is not smothering you to annoy you. She’s trying to show how much she loves you. When she wants to spend time with you it’s because she genuinely wants you around. The time to get upset is when she keeps pushing you out to the bar to hang with your friends. That’s the sign that you’ve messed up a really good thing.

  • The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.

    Every day we walk past others making spot judgements about their lives. We make internal comments about what they should or should not have, and how they ought to feel based on what we perceive as their reality. The truth of the matter is, we do not have any idea about their lives, and our attempts to file them in our mental matrix often do them a grave injustice.

    A wise man once said, “Opinions are like assholes…everyone has one and most of them stink.” I say that if you are hard pressed to share that stinking opinion, please keep in mind that you might offend the person you are talking to. Your generalized opinion about society might actually touch a nerve, and could hurt the person you are talking with more than you know.

    I try to be kind, and do not’ say much about the problems of others. This is because I have my own host of issues, and hate it when others are insensitive and say stuff that hurts me. All I am saying is that others should do the same.

     

     

  • His net worth, according to the latest figures from Forbes.com, is 4.5 Billion dollars. He is arguably the GOP’s most successful, strong, and charismatic candidate; and yet I can’t stand him. It’s not because I belong to some other party as I have no affiliation. I just don’t think Trump is up to the job.

     

    Do I think that his business acumen would help the country? Yes. The Trump Organization earned nearly $605 million in revenue last year, and managed to clear somewhere between $275 and $325 million in profit. He has had successful TV shows (I.E. the Celebrity Apprentice,) shown skill at property development with Trump Tower, and been a master of the deal with careful investments. But is hea ready to be CEO of the United States? Absolutely not.

     

    The problem with the Donald is that he’s a pompous arrogant jackass. Granted that he has earned the title over the years, but when it comes down to running a country, you’ve got to have diplomacy. You’ve got to be willing to swallow the failures of others who work for you, acceptant of those who think differently, and put a cap on what is becoming a bad case of logorrhea.

     

    His mouth needs a serious filter. If he wins the presidency, we’ll have world leaders known for such gems as:

     

    • Part of the beauty of me is that I am very rich.
    • A certificate of live birth is not the same thing by any stretch of the imagination as a birth certificate.
    • Laziness is a trait in blacks.
    • Free trade is terrible. Free trade can be wonderful if you have smart people. But we have stupid people.

    (Read: 50 Donald Trump Quotes That Are So Dumb They’ll Make Your Brain Hurt.)

     

    I really don’t think this person deserves to be in charge of my country. Granted, if he wins, I will respect the office. Any man or woman who has the cohunes to make the tough decisions has my admiration and respect. But as a person, as someone who is a private citizen and who cares about his country I cannot and will not vote for or endorse this man as the next leader of the United States.

  • You know what makes me sick? You know what makes me so mad I just want to start handing out signs that say “Hey I’m a sniveling butt munch?” People who sarcastically talk about you behind your back, but not to your face.

    I see this most in the youth of today, people 20 and younger, but the behavior can manifest at any age. People will smile in your face, and tell you how awesome or cool you are, but behind your back call you everything but a child of God. They do this because they really don’t like you, but are too chicken to say how they really feel about you.

    The worst offender stake the sarcasm to the next level by adding an affectation to their voice as if uncomplimentary mimicry is a type of shield and that shield will protect them from wrath or reprisal. Such mimicry is not a shield but a sign that says that your command of language is not strong enough, and you must resort to imitation in order to get your point across.

    The fact that you are doing this to someone else, and not the person you have the problem with says that either you are searching for a way to find entertainment at the expense of others, or you are afraid of the other person so feel that you have to speak behind their back.

    Let me tell you, person with the IQ of a piece of bread pudding, you are only making yourself look like an asshole. If you want to say something about someone, say it toothier face. Put on your big boy drawls or big girl panties, and speak your mind. You will likely receive more respect for opening your mouth and speaking your mind, than you will if you resemble a grammar school brat.

    You will definitely gain the reputation of someone who is firm in their opinions, and who is not afraid of confrontation. This, in case you were wondering, is a good thing.

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  • Over the past few days, I have engaged on a technical learning experience. I have decided to take the plunge from the world of PC to Mac. The journey, thus far, has been aggravating at times, but I feel that with a total emersion experience, at least at home, I will be able to become proficient.

    Macs are not new to me. In fact, my first computer was of the Apple persuasion. Macs have come a long way since then, but the layout has not changed overly much since the days of my usage in 1996. Oh yes, it is true that there are more visual elements, and the invention of the Spotlight feature has made my life easier, but in general, I am able to fall back on my knowledge of the Mac’s architecture to accomplish the vast majority of the things I do with a computer on a daily basis.

    Don’t get me wrong, there are days when I would love to throw this computer out of a window, but I know that this is only a temporary irritation. Never the less, that evil gleam in my eye, is there for a reason, and will likely be there until I learn this confounded contraption.

  • It’s that time again. Its time to go around the house before bed and shift the time on all the clocks up an hour to conform to a silly governmental time standard that says we gain or lose an hour. Personally, I plan to wait until tomorrow morning and change clocks as I pass them. Not because I am just being Cantankerous, but because I, like the majority of people born after 1980 use a smart phone as my main clock and it changes automagically.

    I understand the reasoning behind the Daylight Saving Time theory. Farmers needed to have a different time schedule for handling their crops and some lobbying group, probably big cereal, bullied the government into changing the time for everyone as at the time most people had a connection to the farm.
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