Hate at first sight, no wait thats not it. hmmm

Play List:
Faint
The Freshman
Allison Road

I would like to take a moment and thank all who have been interested in my ramblings. Anyhoo, I was thinking about love, more importantly, loves. I guess there are a few types of loves.
1. First
2. Friends
3. Hates
Now as I see it firsts is kind of an interesting group. This is referring to your first kiss, first real girlfriend, First umm .. whatever .. eh hem .. yeah. These are special to us due to the emotional attachment of the situation surrounding them. I mean you were probably nervous, anxious, excited and all that. This feeling can best described as adrenaline. It’s a feeling of conquering something or getting over that hump, or getting to hump… whatever.

Friends, hmm… these are especially tricky. These are the secret crushes you have in the past. The “wish I had done something”. I guess it’s important to note that you can love someone without them even knowing. Perhaps this is one of the greatest faults in human evolution, communication. We can communicate the tangible, the logic, but rarely are we good at communicating the feelings. Friends that you love are also known for what I like to call the “near misses”. This is where one party likes the other and the other party is unaware, only to have the opposite happen later. It’s like to people always missing each other by what seems like moments. I guess this maybe fate, or perhaps irony.


Hate goes along with a very old saying, “I love to hate em”. This is a difficult relationship. You have great times but both can be so hurtful to one another. This is something of poison for both of you. Snakes you both are. You like to press each others buttons. You hate them so much, but, more importantly you love them equal if not more. These relationships need a lot of work.

Well anyway these are the ones I have experienced. As you can see I haven’t put in true love, probably because I haven’t experienced it yet. Well, good luck to you in your journey.

Time is not counting up... Its counting down.

Playlist:
Steal My Sunshine
Bulletproof
Highway to Hell

So, I was talking to a friend the other day and asked them to think about what makes them truly happy. I should really learn to heed my own advice. After my friend signed off, I found myself pondering the same question. What makes me happy? Money, sex, fame, cars, boats. None of this brings me true happiness. If you would have asked me when I was 18-23, I would have said “yes, please, all of it and more”. I have come to realize that possessions mean very little to me. Only times, by that I mean good times. I think back to my most precious memories and they were hanging out with my friends. I truly enjoy just talking to them and discussing the latest George Lucas bile induced crap fest to grace the theatres. I ponder this a bit longer only to come to my next notion. Its not that I like just to hang around them at a bar or club, but, rather that I like to joke around. Talk and laugh till the wee hours of the morning. My friend Mike is very good friend. He makes me laugh and we seem to disagree on many subjects, but, somehow we stand each other over the weekends. I have had the most fun in my life just hanging out with him.

Anyway, I guess that’s just it. Time can be precious, perhaps one of the most precious things of all. It’s up to us to make it precious, but, only if you experience and remember those moments. Only then do they become precious, worth more than all the gold and silver in the world. In closing, if you are reading this, then please take just a moment to remember your best friend or funniest memory, or think about that person who could always make you laugh. For a smile is contagious and laughter is infectious, if you’re lucky, then you will be sickest person in the world. LOL. Have fun!

Yeah, Hey .. Abel, did you get the memo on the TPS reports?

Play list:
No Brakes
The Grouch
Sell Out

No Brakes!.. That's right .. Somehow its how I feel most of the time. I seem to do it all and never stop. People ask me to do everything and everything is top priority. Ever get that? Stretched in 1000 different directions. I think I am lucky in a way.

I am only under pressure at work. Only problem is, I thrive under pressure. I seem to enjoy the challenge. I enjoy precision when I don't know the answers. Like any pressure, I see it best on a timeline. Seconds to go, time to make a choice, do the right thing, one chance to get it right, All in, no turning back, hang on .. This flight sucks and we don't serve peanuts!

Okay, so most people can't handle it. They prefer to stay the course. When these situations arise no one wants to take full responsibility of it. I can see why, they don't want to be blamed for when it fails. All I think is .. I won't fail, I will do this. See, I like pressure for what it offers. It pushes you to do it better, faster, stronger. It gets you to exceed past even your expectations.

So I say if you haven't taken on a situation that seems grim, try it. If you do take these notes with you:

1. Take full responsibility for it and its actions.
2. Don't be afraid, fear causes mistakes.
3. Be decisive, Make a educated choice, and go with it.
4. Its okay to ask for help or information. This is NEEDED to make a educated decision.
5. Succeed or fail, at least you were the one to try and that's heroic!

Can you do it? Have you done it? Perhaps you have a story that you would like to share? Please do.

Roses are red and Abel is blue, Managers and their buzzwords suck too!

Playlist:
Hello City
Stop the rock
Get Over it

So check it. Ever have a day where you do something sweet and 1 person makes a snide comment that makes you feel like crap? I did today. Our system is a year old and kickin-butt so to celebrate we got a cake and I wrote a poem. It was hilarious! Everyone liked it except one developer who is the grumpy one, which I respect a lot. He says to me, " I should be angry with you, because cause you accredited its creation with a different developer". I was like " it was a poem!, who cares, I already mentioned you in the poem before". Oh well, Guess I can't please everyone.

RANT:
Ok, here is it ... Buzzword wielding managers! They suck! They cheapen the English language and are the smoke and mirrors of intelligence. If you are reading this then you can probably get around on the internet. If you can you may have or have had an office job. My guess is you probably have worked with one of these degenerate corporate suck monkey ass clowns. You know the type, short hair always in slacks and button down shirt. Always kissing their bosses ass. Unmistakable in their armor of business attire. They use words like "Task" and "Paradigm". Follow up is always important to these people. Their species is known for the "get things done" attitude. We humans see this as Micro-managing. Trying to grasp technical situations in conference rooms is somewhat a daunting task for these corporation based amoebas. When they don't know what they are talking they try some miss-direction and say "lets talk about this offline" or "That was my next point". So you may ask yourself how can they possibly sound smart then? Well I'll tell you that invade the IT/network engineer's dictionary for words that sound technical that they can use in their conference calls. These are such words as "Ping" and "Bandwidth". These are used in the following way: "lets ping Rob and see what the status is of that task" or " Does Robert have the bandwidth for this project?". Rarely do these sales men of management solve any problems themselves. They make their way on the back of their employees. Always willing to respond to the client or customer so it appears they are doing the work. So If you work for or with one of these gutter sucking leaches, I am truly sorry. For every good there is an evil. In a way it is inevitable that this a driving force in big business. Big business is evil and evil will always find evil. Perhaps I am crazy to think the grunt work for an evil company can be good, but, I do feel that what I do is good and will continue to fight the evil for my co-workers. Now, that to me is heroic.

Day One... or Day 1.. yeah . that'll do

ok ok .. hmmm .. yeah .. the freshman, A Thousand Miles, Faint, and a dab of Donna Lewis... hmm repeat?.. okay (I'm a slow typer-guy).. Play... So.. I guess this is more for me more than anyone so why did I do it? Don't know I guess I hate keeping a journal of my thoughts on my computer.. I was never good at reading them again. Perhaps I will with this. I guess I should go to sleep, its getting late but what the hey .. or rather hay?.. anyway.

Today, purely enjoyable, did computer IT stuff at work today.. I like that stuff, servers and computers and what not. I guess I should tell you a little about me and what I do and who I am. Well, my name is Abel and I am 24 and living in the beautiful NW. I work as a Technical support analyst. I know .. its a boring job, but, I like most of the people there. Oh and I work at 6am its a long drive to work.. Well more like an annoying drive. Drivers here seem to be stupid or crazy, not a lot of in between.

Now I suppose its time for a couple of truths. I am 6'2" and overweight... well actually fat. A big Fat Ass.. lol .. well some may say that I am too hard on myself, but I know what I am, but more importantly I know who I am. I am a hilarious person with a witty remark for every thing. I like basketball, Video Games, Music, TV, Old American muscle cars and playing guitar. As for what I want, I guess I want to be what we all wanted to be at one time or another... A hero.