| My head is going to explode! |
[Feb. 15th, 2007|11:49 am] |
Something I read online is putting my blood pressure thru the roof.
This idiot had the nerve to call the Baby Boomers the greatest generation.
He talked about how they were responsible for the revitalization of hobbies, eBay, and the American economy.
WTF is wrong with people??
The boomers are the first wave of the 'me first and the gimme-gimme' generation, a group that can also include today's youth in their late teens.
The baby boomers were the first generation to have everything handed to them on a silver platter and they pissed it all away.
They took their Depression-era parent's hard earned money when they were teens and demanded more.
They took their hardly-earned money from steel mill jobs and 'mid-level management' jobs and bought cocaine.
They sold junk bonds and time shares.
They ruined everything available for the next wave.
These are the people who walked out of high school into steel mills and manufacturing positions like Caterpillar, Zenith, and Motorola, and pissed it all away. They demanded more and more money each year for less and less work as laborers. Then they moved into management positions and bankrupted the companies with their excesses.
When the bottom fell out of the Post War economy in the late '70s-early '80s, they were already entrenched in the jobs they ruined, so they were safe while the rest of the country got 'outsourced'.
These jobs will disappear as these overpadded pariah dogs retire. Or else they already disappeared after these pigs used their 'golden parachutes'.
Now these idiots are using this ill-gotten wealth to ruin the rest of the country. They are buying up older affordable houses in decent communities and tearing them down, replacing them with mini-mansions. This forces us of lesser means to live on the fringes of the ghetto, because the remaining houses are driven up in price, due to greed.
The boomers are also ruining things like eBay. They take their fat wallets and have a fool's showdown with other yuppies over the most trivial of items that their parents bought for them as children. Once again, we are priced out of the running.
They are the first generation to NOT help out their children as well. Every parents dream up until these idiots became parents was to improve their kid's lives. These people are hell-bent on making their children become lower-class as they hoard their money and the money they inherited or stole from their parents after they shuffled them off to the nursing home.
Up until the 1970s and early '80s, there were three economic groups: the rich, the middle class, and the poor. Now as we enter the last of the first decade of the new millennium, we only see two groups: the needy and the greedy.
Best generation, indeed. |
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| Snow, vacation, and boredom. |
[Feb. 13th, 2007|07:08 pm] |
Are the words of the day.
At least I'm not at work in this slush.
But I'm not going out in it either. So I am bored.
Sitting in the house with nothing to do is going to kill me.
I'd get tattooed, but Chris is getting sick, so he won't wake up.
I'd work on stuff in the house, but there's no money for that.
Too cold to work on the Nova.
Now I know why cabin fever sets in.
And why Jack Torrence snapped. |
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| So, yeah... |
[Jan. 31st, 2007|11:20 pm] |
...I think my mind is about to blow up.
For a bunch of reasons.
That I won't get into anyways.
Other than the fact that it is bite-ass fucking cold and I still work outside.
And the fact that I now have 4 people to support.
Wheeeeeee!
I am still living with your ghost...
...lonely and dreaming of the West Coast. |
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| Here's some more |
[Jan. 26th, 2007|06:06 pm] |
My tattoos showcase my obsessions. Aside from my love of gambling (entire neck, throat, and back of head); all things Tarantino (Reservoir Dogs on my stomach, Pulp Fiction on my left arm), I love Goth pretties and pin-ups. So I had my gypsy artist friend, Money Mike, combine the two for the backs of my legs. These are nowhere near being finished. We just outlined them, shaded and threw in some color before the shop got busy. Hopefully, we can get them finished before he goes back to California.
( Heaven/Hell ) |
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| Another year older and deeper in debt. |
[Jan. 17th, 2007|10:41 pm] |
So yesterday was my birthday.
I feel so incredibly aged.
Where are the hot young chicks hitting on me? Oh, wait, I never had that happen anyways.
Lynn took me to the casino for my present. She handed me $200 and told me to have fun playing blackjack. Which I did. I gave her some chips to play roulette after I was ahead, and she turned that into another $200, which she gave back to me.
Which I preceeded to take and lose, along with the money I won before.
In about 20 minutes.
Been down so long, I forgot which way is up. |
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| Reservoir Dogs: Part 2 |
[Jan. 17th, 2007|09:25 pm] |
Finally had time to (almost) complete my Reservoir Dogs tattoo on my stomach. Now all we have to do is add the background.
( Let's go to work )
Another 5 hours or so and it'll be done. |
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| Cork suckers!! |
[Jan. 3rd, 2007|06:05 pm] |
I finally felt all grown-up yesterday when I opened a savings account.
Look at me, I thought, I'm responsible! I have a checking account and a savings account and they both have money in them.
Today I get a letter from the I.R.S.
They want more than I have in both. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2006|11:07 pm] |
Happy birthday, Niko. I miss you.
Love,
Poppy. |
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| I've had enough. |
[Nov. 20th, 2006|10:40 pm] |
I am sick of everything.
Not working.
Not feeling validated.
Feeling useless.
ALone.
I give up. |
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| That's more like it! |
[Nov. 20th, 2006|01:45 am] |
I went to a slot car swap meet/show (Yeah, I know, I'm a dweeb) in Rockford today. Spent a little more than I should have, with the being suspended with no pay for 30 days thing going on.
Went to dinner with the in-laws for Lynn's grandmother's 85th birthday. Realized that I really miss my grandparents. It's nice to have some replacements by marriage. Lynn didn't get to go because of the retail/holiday bullshit, but I was glad that I was invited. My mother doesn't even invite me for Thanksgiving.
Got home and found that the stuff I paid $3.00 for at a garage sale sold for $200 on eBay. So even after I drove 140 miles round trip to Rockford, 35 miles round trip to Plainfield, and spent money I shouldn't have, I still got a good dinner, a tank of gas and made a profit from tha internetz.
Thank you, Jeebus. |
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| Blergh! |
[Nov. 17th, 2006|11:07 am] |
I am bored today.
My mind is filled with boredom.
Boredom has sapped my will to do anything to make myself not bored.
I am on day 4 of my 30 day suspension, and I am bored.
I was supposed to hang out with Lynn today, but one of the whiny emo douschebags that works for her decided that he couldn't take the pressure of working retail during another holiday season and quit. So she had to go fill his shift on her day off, so...that's out.
I'm supposed to start gutting the house during my suspension, but with my buddy Chris still here, I don't have the extra room to move stuff into.
You know how that works...Gut the spare room and re-do it. Then move the living room into the spare room, gut and re-do the living room and move the living room back and so on untill the whole house (all 625 square feet of it) is remodeled.
But Chris is living in the spare room, so...that's out
I would hang out with him during my suspension, but he's living the life of a gypsy tattoo artist, trying to make money so he can get back to the Left Coast, so...that's out.
I could go in to work at the shop, but it's cold out and the shop is still all ghettofied, so...that's out, too.
There's an old Chinese (I think) saying: Those whom the Gods wish to destroy, they first make bored.
Someone entertain me! |
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| Wedding stuff. |
[Nov. 14th, 2006|03:30 pm] |
Lynn and I got married on May 28, 2006.
We just got our pictures back yesterday.
Here's some for you people just dying to see them (no one).
( WARNING!! Disgusting amount of ego-stroking pics ahead. )
In other news: I finally got my 30 day suspension from the railroad, so I'll have plenty of time to do what I want to do.
Life rules. |
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| More newness |
[Nov. 12th, 2006|11:06 pm] |
We started working on the empty spot between my (unfinished) chest and my (unfinished) lower abdomen today.
But, as usual, it got busy at the shop, so we had to put the rest off for awhile.
Hopefully, this one won't be (unfinished) for long.
( Let's go to work )
At least we got the faces and the outline done tonight. |
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| Another Saturday night and I ain't got... |
[Nov. 11th, 2006|06:11 pm] |
...A freakin' clue what to do with myself.
Lynn's closing tonight and since she got promoted (which meant she got transfered as well) her drive time has gone from 30 min to an hour. She also has to close more, since the store manager is REQUIRED to close 3 nights a week, so that means she closes the store at 9, does the clean-up, paperwork, and restocking till about 10:15, and then has to drive an hour to get home.
Since the shop has gotten all ghettofied I've been spending almost no time there, and I have no friends in this area outside of the shop.
So now what???
I suppose I can do the dishes and the laundry. Big fun there.
Maybe I'll start drinking again. |
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| Fucking Midwest weather!! |
[Nov. 9th, 2006|04:33 pm] |
This has got to be a sign of the Apocalypse.
Last week it was in the mid 30s and windy. Yesterday it was 65 and today it is 72 freakin' degrees.
It's the second week of November, right?
I'm totally not complaining about it being nice out the last 2 days, but I work outside 5 days a week for 8 hours a day at my regular job, and big changes in the weather can really fuck me up. You become acclimated to it being hot out during the summer, then you get used to it getting colder. By mid February, you don't notice that it's 15 below zero every day. But when you get used to it being in the 30s and then it shoots up into the 70s, people start getting sick.
And all of the fucking bees came out of hibernation today also.
I need to find a place in the world where the weather stays relatively the same all year round.
Then I can bitch about how much I miss the snow.
Ed Bradley died today. I need to send in my resume to "60 Minutes".
I'll blow that Andy Rooney douschebag out of the water.
I'll show that old fuck what ranting is all about.
Something else to add to my things-to-do list. |
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| Tattoo progress!! |
[Nov. 7th, 2006|08:30 am] |
So after a lot of agonizing pain, I finally got my entire neck and throat (and back of my head) finished. Many thanks to Mike Luera of Sacred Art Studios, Oms from Revolution Tattoo, and Chris Pollock.
( casino )
Cross-posted like the attention whore that I am. |
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| I am the walrus |
[Nov. 5th, 2006|05:38 pm] |
Did you ever notice when you fade away?
Become part of the background, like static?
Exsist, but do nothing to be?
Such is the course of my life.
I pretty much quit going to the shop after Chris and Money quit because there is no business to be had except for the ghetto ass, shitbag, vato loco gangbanger wannabes that come in for Ricky.
So ends my social life.
I never go anywhere after work unless the wife is home, and it's always with her friends, doing what they want to do, since I have no friends that live anywhere within 50 miles of me that didn't work at the shop, and Chris & Money are too busy running around being tattoo artist gypsies and the other Chris is either at the shop or home with his family, so I sit home by myself and do nothing.
The wife seems to be working the closing shift alot more than normal. So she's asleep when I leave for work and we just watch tv till we go to bed after she gets home at 11 or so. Whee. The fun just never stops.
Everyone seems to be more wrapped up in themselves and I get pushed farther towards the wall everyday, like the teddy bear that no one plays with any more. I'm the greatest person in the world when people need a place to stay, a shop to work at, someone to hang out with when they don't have anything better to do, or someone to pay the bills and drive them 75 miles when they have a tattoo appointment; but after that, I'm another piece of furniture.
My ex-wife called me last week. It seems that my kids (that I haven't seen in 2 1/2 years) are having their annual candy sale fundraiser for school, and they want me to buy/sell some candy for them. Every year, the kids are given a quota that they have to meet in candy sales for the year or else the parents have to pay more in tuition next year.
This year the quota was raised to 4 boxes per kid.
Four boxes of candy bars.
With 40 candy bars per box.
At $1.00 a bar.
So she needed me to come see the kids, since they missed me, and, oh, by the way, bring $160 for your share of the candy, ok? Thanks.
So I went. Hey, that's what furniture is for, right? At least I got to see my kids and my dog for an hour. My oldest daughter is turning 13 this year and my youngest is 9.
My dog turned 14 in August. At least she was happy to see me. I spent more time playing with my dog than I did talking to my kids. Then I left with $160 worth of candy.
My ex-wife's husband was extremely surprised when I walked in the door because Shady didn't growl or bark at me. I explained to this asshole that she was MY dog, and that I had her for 2 years before I ever met my ex-wife and for the 9 years that we were married, so she shouldn't growl at me.
He couldn't understand that.
Then he got pissed because the dog wouldn't come by him while I was there.
He then starting telling me how she was getting old and sick and couldn't be trusted any more because she might snap at any time.
I understand that 14 is old for a Rottweiler, although Shady looked pretty healthy to me. A little slower, a lot grayer, but she still wanted to wrestle with me and chase me in the yard.
I don't care if she's 14 or not, a 140 lb Rottweiler is still an awesome dog.
She tried to leave with me when I left. My kids just shouted "Bye, Poppy" from the living room.
The ex-wife called me again the other day and told me she put my dog to sleep.
Good thing that their son didn't pay any attention to me, right? |
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| Whatevah. |
[Oct. 18th, 2006|09:17 pm] |
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I'm still here without internet stalker bitches. |
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| Fucking tattoo shop. |
[Aug. 17th, 2006|12:07 am] |
I am about to lose my mind working at this shop. While I love the owner and would do anything for him, I need to remember the reason I quit there in the first place: You cannot have 2 competing businesses under the same roof.
A quick explanation: when I worked there at the old location, the owner rented the downstairs portion of the shop to a mexican guy who tattooed, pierced, and did airbrushing at the local flea market on the weekends, thinking that the guy could have a fixed location and pay half the rent while only working on HIS clients; that is, the clients he worked on at the flea market.
Yeah, that was a good idea. The guy started talking to people that came into the shop for us after we gave them prices and undercut our prices. They then started going to him.
After that happened a couple of times, I quit and went to another shop. But since I've been best friends with the owner of the old shop for at least 10 years, I let him talk me into coming back when he moved with the promise that the situation with the other business owner had been resolved.
Everything had been going well, and the other owner had even had me work on his clients when he was busy, so everything was fine.
Until last night. He happened to be in the parking lot when 5 people I had talked to 4 separate times on the phone came in. They recognized him from the flea market and came in. He then proceded to tell me that they were his customers and did 6 piercings on them. When I talked to one of them while the others were getting pierced, she told me that they didn't know he worked out of the same building and that they came to the shop to get pierced.
I am the shop piercer, not him. They called the shop phone, not his phone.
He said that he recognized them from the flea market, so that makes them his customer.
I almost killed me a mexican last night.
He hadn't made any money, so when he saw the opportunity to steal my clients, he took it.
When I confronted the owner about this, he talked to him and then reassured me that it was a mistake and it wouldn't happen again. I am still out the money from 6 piercings. But it's not about the money; it's about respect. If they are not your customers, respect the person who they came to see, you fucking piece of shit!!
So if you come to Eternal Flame Tattoo in Aurora, make sure you ask for Mike-The Possum King. Or else you might get some vato loco gang tattoo that you never wanted.
Which makes me laugh. The white people who come into the shop mostly want good tattoos with meaning. In color. The hispanic customers all want that black and gray gangster shit that means nothing except to try and prove how bad-ass the person is, because he has a tattoo.
I hate people. |
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| Hello? |
[Aug. 15th, 2006|04:17 pm] |
Ok, I guess I've been totally jerking off on this updating thing, but I just haven't had much to say.
Now, if there were any internet stalker bitches who totally want me dying for my latest postings, I might update more.
But I'll get back on track in a couple of weeks or so. |
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