Mcbean' blogja
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2011. július
What Aren't You Good At...?
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.29
This is sort of a cop out blog entry because it\'s not very long, nor is it insightful enough to rant about but it just has to be said.
Who doesn\'t love Alan Tudyk? Seriously. Name me one person who doesn\'t even like him. That\'s right. The best you can come up with is \"Who is Alan Tudyk?\". For those of you with that answer, you know him, you just don\'t know you know him. IMDB him if that\'s the case and then you shall be saying \"Ohhhhh, him. I love him!\" because you do. Good in everything he does, even the crap that other people are crap in. In that respect he\'s rather Robert Downey Jr.
Seeing him in a movie just makes my day. That goes for you Transformers: Dark of the Moon . Consider yourself lucky he agreed to be in it, or I\'d be singing a rather different tune about you.
Cheers.
Mcbean
Who doesn\'t love Alan Tudyk? Seriously. Name me one person who doesn\'t even like him. That\'s right. The best you can come up with is \"Who is Alan Tudyk?\". For those of you with that answer, you know him, you just don\'t know you know him. IMDB him if that\'s the case and then you shall be saying \"Ohhhhh, him. I love him!\" because you do. Good in everything he does, even the crap that other people are crap in. In that respect he\'s rather Robert Downey Jr.
Seeing him in a movie just makes my day. That goes for you Transformers: Dark of the Moon . Consider yourself lucky he agreed to be in it, or I\'d be singing a rather different tune about you.
Cheers.
Mcbean
Sorry, Were You NOT Talking To Me...?
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.28
A weekend away and I come back and for some reason I couldn\'t log into my account (don\'t know why, I wasn\'t banned, it just wouldn\'t accept my password
). But that\'s not what this blog is about. No. That\'s just an excuse for not making any new entries for seven days. On to the news...
I live in a suburban area. It\'s nice, middle class, a little above my stature but I manage to camouflage myself enough to get by unnoticed. One thing I like to do is be walked outside around \"the town\". Now this is no bustling city, like I said it is a suburb and it\'s mostly retired people and people who for some reason don\'t need to work during the day that live about. So when I am out I tend to see other people rather frequently. Jogging, walking or being strolled like I am. Now, on these strolls I tend to say \"Good morning\" or \"Afternoon\" or even the ever rare \"Allo\" as I pass people by. Generally I get a similar response as we pass but every so often I get... nothing. Not a bloody thing. No \"Good morning\". No, \"Grand soft evening\". Not even a simple nod to acknowledge my existence. Some seem to avoid contact of any kind with an aura of weariness while others seem to ignore me with complete and utter snubbery. Now, I am not an intimidating person, at least not in the scary way. I\'m slight, and amiable. In fact, I\'ve been told I\'m rather adorable (yes, me mum counts, so stick it! ). But it absolutely drives me bonkers when I put myself out there, trying to be friendly and all I get in response is wind. I would almost prefer to get the finger, or perhaps a \"Get tossed\" rather than nothing. At least then I would have the peace of mind that they accept me as a being. But no, can\'t even get that from them. It\'s not hard. Just repeat what I\'ve said if you can\'t think of anything to respond with. I\'m not looking for anything clever. Bloody nod if you can\'t use your words. That\'ll do. Even the joggers and bicyclists nod or give me a looksie up an down as they speed by. Just give me something. I don\'t appreciate looking like the sod who can\'t even get a \"Wotcha\" in response.
But here\'s the rub. What\'s worse is when I say \"Good morning\" and they say \"How are you?\". Now we have a problem. \"Why\", you say? Well keep in mind these are conversations in motion, and motion in opposite directions. So when someone asks a question that begs a response... time can be problematic. By the time that I get around to my response, which is typically \"Good\", they\'ve already passed me by and I\'m having to turn around and sort of half yell it back to them. Not only that, I generally want to say \"Good. And you?\" I mean, it is the polite thing to do. I should reciprocate the question. It\'s just rude to assume that I shouldn\'t care about how their day is going, which is what would happen if I ended the conversations with my paltry \"Good\". Now, again, I look like the A**hole. Problem. I\'m sure neither one of us (well, definitely sure that I ) don\'t want to stop and have some now awkward obligatory conversation just for the sake of keeping up the politeness that we were both just trying to convey... so what to do? I hate to admit it, but I blurt out my \"Good. And you?\" and then I keep on walking, hoping that they didn\'t then stop. They started it by asking the question in the first place. After all, if they truly wanted to go down that road (no pun intended) they wouldn\'t have kept walking either. And to boot, they didn\'t stop for my response, so why should I stop for theirs? I doubt they even cared what my response was. To them, it was just the natural thing to say. And on with our lives.
But not really. Because now, as I continue down my path, I am wondering \"Did they stop for my response? Are they watching me walk away, uncaring, uninterested? Am I the sod now? I am, aren\'t I. I knew it. I should have just given them the finger to begin with. \"
Cheers.
Mcbean
I live in a suburban area. It\'s nice, middle class, a little above my stature but I manage to camouflage myself enough to get by unnoticed. One thing I like to do is be walked outside around \"the town\". Now this is no bustling city, like I said it is a suburb and it\'s mostly retired people and people who for some reason don\'t need to work during the day that live about. So when I am out I tend to see other people rather frequently. Jogging, walking or being strolled like I am. Now, on these strolls I tend to say \"Good morning\" or \"Afternoon\" or even the ever rare \"Allo\" as I pass people by. Generally I get a similar response as we pass but every so often I get... nothing. Not a bloody thing. No \"Good morning\". No, \"Grand soft evening\". Not even a simple nod to acknowledge my existence. Some seem to avoid contact of any kind with an aura of weariness while others seem to ignore me with complete and utter snubbery. Now, I am not an intimidating person, at least not in the scary way. I\'m slight, and amiable. In fact, I\'ve been told I\'m rather adorable (yes, me mum counts, so stick it! ). But it absolutely drives me bonkers when I put myself out there, trying to be friendly and all I get in response is wind. I would almost prefer to get the finger, or perhaps a \"Get tossed\" rather than nothing. At least then I would have the peace of mind that they accept me as a being. But no, can\'t even get that from them. It\'s not hard. Just repeat what I\'ve said if you can\'t think of anything to respond with. I\'m not looking for anything clever. Bloody nod if you can\'t use your words. That\'ll do. Even the joggers and bicyclists nod or give me a looksie up an down as they speed by. Just give me something. I don\'t appreciate looking like the sod who can\'t even get a \"Wotcha\" in response.
But here\'s the rub. What\'s worse is when I say \"Good morning\" and they say \"How are you?\". Now we have a problem. \"Why\", you say? Well keep in mind these are conversations in motion, and motion in opposite directions. So when someone asks a question that begs a response... time can be problematic. By the time that I get around to my response, which is typically \"Good\", they\'ve already passed me by and I\'m having to turn around and sort of half yell it back to them. Not only that, I generally want to say \"Good. And you?\" I mean, it is the polite thing to do. I should reciprocate the question. It\'s just rude to assume that I shouldn\'t care about how their day is going, which is what would happen if I ended the conversations with my paltry \"Good\". Now, again, I look like the A**hole. Problem. I\'m sure neither one of us (well, definitely sure that I ) don\'t want to stop and have some now awkward obligatory conversation just for the sake of keeping up the politeness that we were both just trying to convey... so what to do? I hate to admit it, but I blurt out my \"Good. And you?\" and then I keep on walking, hoping that they didn\'t then stop. They started it by asking the question in the first place. After all, if they truly wanted to go down that road (no pun intended) they wouldn\'t have kept walking either. And to boot, they didn\'t stop for my response, so why should I stop for theirs? I doubt they even cared what my response was. To them, it was just the natural thing to say. And on with our lives.
But not really. Because now, as I continue down my path, I am wondering \"Did they stop for my response? Are they watching me walk away, uncaring, uninterested? Am I the sod now? I am, aren\'t I. I knew it. I should have just given them the finger to begin with. \"
Cheers.
Mcbean
"What About That Time I Found You Naked With That Bowl Of Jell-O®?..."
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.20
I prefer cold weather to hot weather. I know that seems kind of contrary to where I live. As I\'ve stated before, San Diego has two seasons, Summer and ON FIRE
. No winter in there, and hardly a spring. That\'s why the cold blooded animals flock to southern California. Unfortunately, I\'m hot blooded, check it and see. Now, I\'m not complaining, San Diego is beautiful. I do love it here. The desert is one of my favorite vistas. There is a particular beauty to desolation that just can\'t be explained. But if you want dessert you gotta eat your veg. So for beauty, I sacrifice wearing any of the jackets that I own. But a chill is far preferable to heat because you can always put on more clothes, but there is a limit to how naked you can get. And heat is so exhausting. I guess that\'s why they call it \"heat exhaustion\", but it makes you lethargic and sociological studies have proven that heat can cause an increase in riotous behavior. Yay. Go heat. I know a lot of people right now in the northern midwest who would heartily agree with me on this.
Warm weather is nice, but like anything it gets kind of, well, boring. So in the oncoming hours where disrobing becomes necessary I will looking at you, global warming, and hoping that The Day After Tomorrow was correct. Bring it on the ice age. I want to wear my bedazzled jacket. Bedazzled t-shirts just aren\'t the same. They hang kind of funny with the added weight. Suddenly all I own are v-necks and you know what, I\'m up here. Yeah, I saw that.
Cheers.
Mcbean
Warm weather is nice, but like anything it gets kind of, well, boring. So in the oncoming hours where disrobing becomes necessary I will looking at you, global warming, and hoping that The Day After Tomorrow was correct. Bring it on the ice age. I want to wear my bedazzled jacket. Bedazzled t-shirts just aren\'t the same. They hang kind of funny with the added weight. Suddenly all I own are v-necks and you know what, I\'m up here. Yeah, I saw that.
Cheers.
Mcbean
I'm Sorry, Bruce, Was It...
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.18
I know earlier I said I was putting a moratorium on musical blog entries but this one has been plaguing me for the past few days. I\'m a fan of the Electric Light Orchestra or ELO as many a person may know it as and those who don\'t necessarily know the name of the band will know the most famous of their songs \"Don\'t Bring Me Down
\"*. Which is actually the question that I present to you. What in the bloody hell is the word that they say after the lyrics \"...Don\'t bring me down
...\"? I\'ve always thought they said \"Bruce\", as in this chap, Bruce is a serious buzzkill and is harshing their mellow. There are many songs that mention specific people that you or I may not know so it wouldn\'t be far fetched to believe this is just one of the many. But as I was mentioning this song (and when I say mentioning, I mean singing) to some of my mates, they corrected me and said that the lyrics are \"...don\'t bring me down, Groose
...\" Who the woohoo is \"Groose\"? This then became a debate of debt ceiling proportions as to the actual word they use. From \"Bruce\" to \"Groose\" to \"Ruse\" to \"Loose\" (not bad that one, but no, I don\'t hear any \"L\" in the lyric). I think the \"Bruce\" argument has the most merit when logically explained, but much like the EA forums, the rules of logic seem not apply here. Now of course I will be self conscious if I choose to sing this song aloud again...
\"Don\'t bring me dooooowwwwwnn... Bruce? Yeah? No? Groose?... Oh Buh grr \" Maybe I can just Gordon Sumner my way though it and mumble that part.
Cheers.
Mcbean
*Once again, not my YouTube account. (I don\'t even have one, so I don\'t think I should have to keep saying that). So, all rights and due respect to the person I linked it from.
\"Don\'t bring me dooooowwwwwnn... Bruce? Yeah? No? Groose?... Oh Buh grr \" Maybe I can just Gordon Sumner my way though it and mumble that part.
Cheers.
Mcbean
*Once again, not my YouTube account. (I don\'t even have one, so I don\'t think I should have to keep saying that). So, all rights and due respect to the person I linked it from.
I Can See My House From Here. Yeah, Well, Good For You...
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.18
I think the moniker of \"acrophobia\", or fear of heights as the pedestrian term that is often touted, is rather misleading. As a card caring member of the Acrophobic And Antiledge Association Against Heights
,
or AAAAAH! as we often introduce ourselves, we like to spread the word that it isn\'t heights themselves that frighten us, but the increased possibility that we may plummet to our deaths because of them. It\'s not as if I see a very tall building and steer clear of it while avoiding eye contact with it. No, I may even venture inside the building without so much as an after thought of its essential altitudic nature. However, large and seemingly unreenforced windows or balconies with low railings, now those I do avoid eye contact with (they can see the fear in your eyes). Why? Well, they happen to remind us that human beings were not created with wings nor are we able manipulate gravity in our genes so we can leap tall buildings in a single bound. Speaking of which, it\'s the year 2011. Where the hell is my jetpack!* The same can be said for airplanes (or \"flying machines\" to the layman). I do not fear being in an airplane. In fact, at times I find it most enjoyable. Now, if that airplane was made entirely of glass or my seat was perched on the wing with only a flimsy guardrail separating me from the great wide blue, then in that case I might need a change of underwear. So, needless to say, I won\'t be accepting any invitations to fly on Wonder Woman Airlines.
Most of us acrophobics are simply afraid of ledges and the inevitable falling off of them (ask most acrophobes, we are self admitting klutzes and prone to grand bouts of clumsiness in the most inopportune times, i.e. near anything we can fall off of). Some may see this as an irrational fear and to them I say, \"Shut it \". What could be more rational than the fear of falling to your death. I see it as a natural self defense mechanism to avoid being in the position to achieve terminal velocity. Call it an evolutionary step to ensure the survival of the species.
For the most part, we acrophobes do not make fun of you lot who love to lean over the edges of balconies or sit on the railings of precarious ledges or plant your faces against the large windows of high rise buildings, smearing your oily faces all over the glass to leave unsightly smudges there until some poor ******* has to come and clean them. No, we reserve our judgment. So, in turn, try not to make fun of the wall hugger with their eyes closed as you pass them by. All they are trying to do is safeguard the propagation of the human race. And hopefully, therein pass down the \"smart genes\".
Cheers.
Mcbean
*Yes, I would use a jetpack (assuming it\'s not one made by ACME and endorsed by one well intentioned, but misguided coyote). It\'s not really akin to a ledge, but a device to control the ability to stop from falling. So there is no conflict of ideas there. It\'s like a fancy parachute. A super awesome fancy parachute!
Most of us acrophobics are simply afraid of ledges and the inevitable falling off of them (ask most acrophobes, we are self admitting klutzes and prone to grand bouts of clumsiness in the most inopportune times, i.e. near anything we can fall off of). Some may see this as an irrational fear and to them I say, \"Shut it \". What could be more rational than the fear of falling to your death. I see it as a natural self defense mechanism to avoid being in the position to achieve terminal velocity. Call it an evolutionary step to ensure the survival of the species.
For the most part, we acrophobes do not make fun of you lot who love to lean over the edges of balconies or sit on the railings of precarious ledges or plant your faces against the large windows of high rise buildings, smearing your oily faces all over the glass to leave unsightly smudges there until some poor ******* has to come and clean them. No, we reserve our judgment. So, in turn, try not to make fun of the wall hugger with their eyes closed as you pass them by. All they are trying to do is safeguard the propagation of the human race. And hopefully, therein pass down the \"smart genes\".
Cheers.
Mcbean
*Yes, I would use a jetpack (assuming it\'s not one made by ACME and endorsed by one well intentioned, but misguided coyote). It\'s not really akin to a ledge, but a device to control the ability to stop from falling. So there is no conflict of ideas there. It\'s like a fancy parachute. A super awesome fancy parachute!
Today Is The Day...
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.14
It\'s about bloody time. Mr. George R. R. Martin has finally released the fifth book in his Song of Ice and Fire
series (actually it was released yesterday but seeing as I\'ve been on a camping trip up in the Olympic Mountains in Washington for the last six days, well, camping for two, driving to and from San Diego for four, I hadn\'t actually had the chance to pick up the book until today.
) after 5 years of \"it\'ll be out next year\", No \"next year\". Try again, \"next year\" (granted that was actually more the publishing company spouting that rubbish, but they had to get the idea of a possible release date from someone...
). But here\'s the rub, I\'m actually a little afraid to read it right now. The first three books were epic, the fourth a little less epic. Understandably but it was actually five years between the last book and the one before it as well, so you can see why \"a little less epic\" translates into severe disappointment. The book wasn\'t bad, it was just not as good, but when you\'ve been waiting so long for something if it\'s not epic plus, then it\'s crap (that\'s right, I\'m also talking to you
Star Wars Prequels
).
So here I am, staring at my brand new Dance With Dragons with apprehension just seeping out of me. This one better be good (you\'ve got a little to make up for, George ) because I\'m not waiting another five years to be disappointed in the next one. Okay, here goes...
Cheers.
Mcbean
So here I am, staring at my brand new Dance With Dragons with apprehension just seeping out of me. This one better be good (you\'ve got a little to make up for, George ) because I\'m not waiting another five years to be disappointed in the next one. Okay, here goes...
Cheers.
Mcbean
Low Down And Dirty...
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.06
Who knew that playing in the dirt could give you splinters. SPLINTERS! Dirt is supposed to be, well, dirt. Ground up rocks and sediment, little bit of clay, maybe some decayed foliage. But tiny pieces of needle style wood? Nope, not in my dirt. I ordered the pain -free dirt. This is unacceptable. I believe a free dessert is in order here. A twig here or there I can handle but when I pull my hands out and it\'s like I just let go of a small cactus*... Ahh, Hell no
!
What\'s the saying? \"God made dirt, so dirt don\'t hurt\"? LIES! Your God has forsaken dirt! I\'m bloody well going to stick to my sand. Worst thing it has is ants and little almond roccas.
Cheers.
Mcbean
*I used to have this small potted cactus. Cutest cactus ever. It had these paddle style fronds and it was covered in these small red dots about the size of a Lego\u00AE stud. However, those small red dots contained about a million tiny little spines that if you even just barely brushed up against you would be covered in those spines and they would burrow down into your skin and irritate the woohoo out of you for near on a week. You had to use a magnifying glass, a pair of tweezers and seven or eight hours to remove them. Or for me, me mum and a lot of crying. I loved that cactus but it was the devil\'s spawn. I would rather go hug a saguaro cactus like it had just bought me a new kitty than brush up against that dreaded spotted demon cactus. Rot in hell, cactus. I do miss you, though.
What\'s the saying? \"God made dirt, so dirt don\'t hurt\"? LIES! Your God has forsaken dirt! I\'m bloody well going to stick to my sand. Worst thing it has is ants and little almond roccas.
Cheers.
Mcbean
*I used to have this small potted cactus. Cutest cactus ever. It had these paddle style fronds and it was covered in these small red dots about the size of a Lego\u00AE stud. However, those small red dots contained about a million tiny little spines that if you even just barely brushed up against you would be covered in those spines and they would burrow down into your skin and irritate the woohoo out of you for near on a week. You had to use a magnifying glass, a pair of tweezers and seven or eight hours to remove them. Or for me, me mum and a lot of crying. I loved that cactus but it was the devil\'s spawn. I would rather go hug a saguaro cactus like it had just bought me a new kitty than brush up against that dreaded spotted demon cactus. Rot in hell, cactus. I do miss you, though.
Really, I Hadn't Heard That Before. Why Didn't You Tell Me That Every Other Time We've Spoken...
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.06
Say, what is the difference between having pride in something about yourself and throwing said something in everyone\'s face every chance you get? I know there is a delicate balance to many things, but this one... well, I\'m fairly certain it\'s obvious when it goes beyond pride. The problem is, how do you politely tell someone to \"stuff it
\"? Mostly I just keep my mouth shut and walk away mid sentence (their sentence, not mine. Remember, my mouth is shut). However, this is difficult to do on the internet.
Thank the maker for sarcasm. The only saving grace when the mouth refuses to stay shut (I\'ve found mine has a mind of it\'s own. I think it\'s that little hangy thing in the back there). Even though it is said that sarcasm is the lowest form of humor... well, in my opinion that came about because there are very few witty comebacks to a good sarcastic comment and the people who coined that phase were tired of looking the fool.
Personal favorite: \"Spectacular. I will definitely sleep better now that I know that... \"
Cheers.
Mcbean
Thank the maker for sarcasm. The only saving grace when the mouth refuses to stay shut (I\'ve found mine has a mind of it\'s own. I think it\'s that little hangy thing in the back there). Even though it is said that sarcasm is the lowest form of humor... well, in my opinion that came about because there are very few witty comebacks to a good sarcastic comment and the people who coined that phase were tired of looking the fool.
Personal favorite: \"Spectacular. I will definitely sleep better now that I know that... \"
Cheers.
Mcbean
It's Cloud's Illusion, I Recall. I Really Don't Know Clouds At All...
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.05
I love clouds. I\'ve said as much in an earlier blog post about my fondness for cloudy days but at the same time clouds can be misleading. Yes. Clouds can lead you to believe that since you can\'t see the sun, you can\'t get sunburnt. Well I (as well as science and any sort of sense of our ecosystem) am here to tell you that you can get a sunburn
when it is overcast! Clouds do not block out the entirety of the suns ultraviolet rays! I know, right? Amazing. The things you thought you knew...
So yes, I love you, clouds, but right now, I don\'t like you. You could have warned me. They have signs up all over the beach for countless other precautions, you couldn\'t have put a request in to add one more about unwanted rosy complexions? Come on, clouds! Help me out. I\'m the only one in southern California that likes you. Why do you want to spoil that?
Cheers.
Mcbean
So yes, I love you, clouds, but right now, I don\'t like you. You could have warned me. They have signs up all over the beach for countless other precautions, you couldn\'t have put a request in to add one more about unwanted rosy complexions? Come on, clouds! Help me out. I\'m the only one in southern California that likes you. Why do you want to spoil that?
Cheers.
Mcbean
Gaga For Gaga?
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.03
Okay, can someone please explain what all the kerfuffle with Lady Gaga is about. What makes her so special? I mean, her music is okay, it\'s catchy but she\'s no The Police
, or John Williams. Seriously, I don\'t understand why she is a goddess to sooooo many people. What is it that she has that I am obviously missing? Am I not hearing the lyrics right? Is there subliminal messaging going on in there somewhere? What?
I\'m glad her music makes people happy, music is supposed to do that, but honestly what is it about her that makes people fawn all over her? I just don\'t see it. She actually kind of scares me a little bit. The pretension doesn\'t help either.
I guess the moratorium is over. Oops.
Cheers.
Mcbean
I\'m glad her music makes people happy, music is supposed to do that, but honestly what is it about her that makes people fawn all over her? I just don\'t see it. She actually kind of scares me a little bit. The pretension doesn\'t help either.
I guess the moratorium is over. Oops.
Cheers.
Mcbean
I Honestly Don't Plan These Things...
ELKÜLDVE:
2011.07.01
Okay, I can\'t top this story with anything more than just putting it up for you to see. It goes nicely with the previous blog post but that is only coincidence. Enjoy, and for the record this is not my YouTube account or anything like that. I just found it after seeing it as \"Your Moment of Zen\" on The Daily Show
.
Man arrested for... well, you just gotta hear it from them.
Cheers.
Mcbean
Man arrested for... well, you just gotta hear it from them.
Cheers.
Mcbean
