Wednesday, March 17, 2004

I've had fun scaring my coworkers. They think I'm very weird. My job has consisted of taking corn out of a bag and laying on on a table for the last few days. This allows for some actual conversation because there are no loud machines involved. They think I'm weird because I point out things like that the elevated storage area in the warehouse looks like a pirate ship, and that you wouldn't have to be in love with a donkey to have sexual relations with it.

Yesterday I drew a Robo-Monkey of DOOOM! (tm) on the white board in the break room. When asked about it I simply explained the common knowledge that robots and monkeys are mortal enemies. Then I mentioned how they do have a common enemy, however, Pirates. Pirates are currently more powerful, so the robots and monkeys have banned together to create the robo-monkeys of DOOOM in order to combat the growing pirate threat. I went into great detail, but I don't think they fully understood. Now they claim I'm weird.

Weirding out the people you work with rules.

Posted by Seager @ 08:48 PM CST Link |

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

YAY! POSTING BEFORE WORK!! WOOH!

It snowed a whole ton here yesterday. The snow knocked off my muffler, which then fell down especially bad last night and got wrapped around my under carriage. Oops.

I'm glad I didn't wake up made this morning.

Posted by Seager @ 07:09 AM CST Link |

Monday, March 15, 2004

I really hate it when I'm accused of being an asshole for stating my opinion politely in a conversation following a movie about that movie. I don't see why saying "that's your opinion, but I disagree" is such a hard thing to say, especially when my opinion was stated very politely. I don't appreciate being attacked for it. Around certain people the only way to not have them jump down my throat is to never have an opinion at all.

Anyway, I have this to say about the Passion of the Christ. It was a well done movie and it was entertaining. I giggled during the whipping scenes and other violent torture scenes (softly and to myself) because, well, they were funny. I've watched too many over the the top horror and random funny zombie movies like Dead Alive to get all upset watching some dude get whipped. It was almost cartoonish. I cringed a bit, but never did I think it was real life. I know it actually did happen back in the day, but I'm not about to cry about it now. It was implied to me that because I giggled during those scenes I would actually giggle if I saw it happening in real life on the street. That implication may possibly be the meanest thing she's ever "said" to me. You have to think pretty low about someone to think that they would actually laugh at that in real life.

Secondly, supposedly the whole point of the passion being all bloody was to show us how much he suffered and how much of a big deal it was. OK, it did that. It was a crazy whole lot of suffering. I would never want to go through that, and no creature should ever have to either. HOWEVER, that type of torture is not the worst torture that's ever happened to someone, nor was torture of that nature rare. Do you really think that was the first and only time those whips had been used? People were fucking whipped to death, the movie said so. They didn't even use the big sticks with nails in it on them. Do you think it was first and only time someone innocent was crucified? They didn't even use the big sticks with nails in it on them. Medieval torture was worse than that. Jesus's torture lasted a few days. What about the medieval Iron Maiden where spikes are slowly cranked into your body over a period of hours or days, with the longest spikes going into non-vital areas so you stay alive, and finally being finished off by spikes into your eyes millimeter by millimeter? There were shit tons of devices like that in medieval times. The Vietnamese had their own brand of torture, where they pumped water into your stomach and then beat you with sticks until your gut bursts open. The Nazis did all kinds of crazy shit as well (you've all heard about having a glass rod inserted into the erect penis and then broken, right?), although I'll still wager medieval torture was the worst of the bunch. (You can read about some here if you don't believe me.) Furthermore, no one's even talked about psychological torture, which in conjunction with normal torture is a lot worse that simply being whipped and crucified.

My point is that Jesus suffered a whole bunch, but no worse than the hundreds, thousands, possibly millions of people who have also been tortured in the past, and often tortured worse. He's not the grandest martyr, because countless nameless people, often innocent themselves, were tortured and punished worse. THAT's my only point. THAT is why the movie didn't not make a significant impression on me about his grand sacrifice. If he's supposedly dying for our sins, it should be the GREATEST sacrifice and the greatest torture ever. I don't see why the non-religious people that were with me jumped down my throat when I said "other people have been tortured worse." I'm not fucking saying what Jesus went through was old hat or not hot shit. As I said, no creature should ever have to endure that, and I'd rather kill myself.

Fuck, what about in the end of Brave heart where William Wallace is fucking disemboweled? Y'know that kind of shit wasn't rare, and just because I'm not moved by some over the top gorefest of Troma proportions doesn't mean I wouldn't care about that in real life. Anyone who would think otherwise obviously doesn't think shit of me, and they can go fuck themselves if that is their true feelings.

Oh, and Jesus was nailed through the wrists, not the hands.

Posted by Seager @ 11:52 PM CST Link |

Thursday, March 11, 2004

It's a cold hard fact that my job is a kick in the balls. I spent most of the day today counting corn, which I have learned to hate. The best part of my day, aside from the breaks, was probably stabbing myself in the thumb with a box cutter this morning and trying to hide the blood so I didn't have to go through all the hassle of filling out some stupid "I hurt myself at work because I'm a fucking dumbass" form. It wasn't really a big stab, just one of those annoying ones that should stop bleeding but it doesn't because it feels like being a little punk. I eventually got tired tired of wiping it off on my corn dust covered shirt and sneaked off to the break room to grab a band-aid. It was kind of like having an extra two minutes break, and more importantly, for those couple of minutes that I was thinking about how annoying it would be if someone noticed that I was bleeding I wasn't bored. Yay!

Uhm... it was really windy today.

There is this annoying stupid woman at work who I think I may have to feed to the corn sheller if she doesn't learn to shut the fuck up. I entertained myself for awhile today thinking about how nice it would be to watch her skin get removed from her bones chipper shredder style, and giggle at the thought of her skeleton prancing about trying to gather all her skin back up while shivering. I mean, Jesus Christ, no one gives a flying fuck about your damn purebred dogs, all the extra work you don't do, and that fact that you're a god damn infallible bitch you never fucks up, no, not you, ever, it's always someone else's fault you dirty fucking whore.

God damn I wish I could kick her in the junk.

This is why I shouldn't have jobs where I have nothing to do but think. The little demons that hang out in my head like blood too much. For an non-violent person I think I may be abnormally fascinated with horribly masochistic ways of killing people. I blame television for the way that I violently imagine
destroying people in manners that I have never seen on television. Take that Lieberman. What a douche bag.

I wish I had pyrokinesis. This should be nothing new to any of you, but I want to point it out again. With pyrokinesis not only could I destroy ever mother fucker in the room, but I could fly (by use of a jet pack fuelled by the pyro) , light incense, make pretty pictures, and, most redundantly, destroy every mother fucker in the room.

Posted by Seager @ 08:30 PM CST Link |

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

My new job sucks. It sucks ass. It's out at a seed corn processing plant. I got it through a lab temp service, trying to get a job to pay the bills until I get a real job. Turns out I found the MOST boring job, EVER! It pays 8 dollars an hour though, and I get to play ping pong on during my two 15 minutes breaks (10am and 3pm) and during my (unpaid) lunch.

The general day goes like this: Start at 8 am, work crap job for 2 hours, 15 minute break, crap job for an hour and 45 minutes, lunch for an hour or half hour (depending), work for two or two and a half hours (depending), 15 minute break, work for an hour and 45 minutes, go home at 5.

The "jobs" I've learned thus far I will list below, along with a nice illustration courtesy of mspaint. (!) These jobs are all brainless, often painful due to repetitive motion or grinding of hands, incredibly boring, and are all done while standing. The machinery around often make it too loud for conversation, and usually requires us to wear ineffective earplugs.

Job 1: Cleaning Corn
Cleaning corn is where you quickly go through bags of corn removing moldy and bad kernels from the cobs. It's done in a very rapid manner, usually no more than a few seconds per cob, and if you want to do it fast, which is encouraged, you don't use the "corn pick" that they provide for you (which looks like a bottle opener) to remove the bad kernels, you simply use the strength of your fingers. Any of you that have ever played with corn knows what I mean. Imagine doing this rapidly for 8 hours a day. Whether you use a pick or not your hands are destroyed and bleeding by the end of the day. The job is also done over loud suction machines to keep the corn dust down, so conversation is impossible. This is easily the worst job, as it is very boring, very loud, and very painful. I did this job straight for the first three days I worked there, 8 hours a day.

Job 2: Randomizing
This is my favorite boring job, because it's not loud or painful. It is mindlessly boring but at least I can have a conversation during it. You have a 10x10 box grid and a series of envelopes marked 3-5, 4-6, etc, denoting their proper placement in the grid. I go through a box of 40ish envelopes and put them in their respective grid locations, then I label and put the grid boxes on a shelf. Rinse and repeat for the next 8 hours. It takes about 10 minutes per box. (note, I think this job should be called de-randomizing, for what should be obvious reasons.)

Job 3: Shelling
This job is probably the MOST boring and involves some annoying, blister forming repetitive action, which earns it the spot of the second worst job. I have a shelling machine (a machine that removes all the kernels from a cob) on my right. A box of corn on the left. I put the corn in the shelling machine. The kernels empty into a tray on the bottom of the machine. I put an envelope under a funnel, push a level down, and the box flips up and pours into the funnel. I close the envelope and put it in a box. Repeat.

Job 4: Counting
This is probably the job that takes the most concentration, which is none. I pour an envelope of corn into a tray. I put envelopes under the tray. I hit a button, 44 kernels of corn are automatically counted into each envelope. I staple the envelopes and put them in a box. The only part that's "hard" is keeping the envelopes in the right places and rapidly changing out so the machine is always running so that you get stuff done faster. This job I just learned today, and thus have not learned to hate it, yet. I've only done it for and hour and a half so far, and in that time I filled 400 envelopes.

*sigh*

Oh, and Witch Hunter Robin rules.

Posted by Seager @ 11:28 PM CST Link |

Tuesday, March 2, 2004

I'm having one of the stupidest arguments ever with a very stupid redneck over whether cars have a right to be on the road, and which causes more road wear; a car or a bike.

Fucking redneck dumbshits.

Posted by Seager @ 06:17 PM CST Link |

Monday, March 1, 2004

We need a summer sublease for this place before we can move out. That's scary. Hopefully we'll get one soon, that would be nice.

It's raining on March 1st. That is just a little strange.

I went out to Ledges with just Georgia Clinton yesterday. 55 degrees. It was a good time, we ran around and got muddy. She's becoming more voice trained every day, which is nice. She has issues obeying simple commands like "sit" when there is lots there stimulation around. I'll need to work on that with her, probably after we move into the same place.

I get to start my crappy job sometime this week, as soon as the results from my drug test and background check are done. Those fuckers better hurry up, I needs me my money!

Speaking of money, it's laundry time.

This could be more exciting.

Posted by Seager @ 01:30 PM CST Link |