measure my days

my schedule this week has been, well, wonky.

I already keep strange hours and have the tendency to forget what day it is. But now my boss wants to really fuck me up by changing my work schedule and it's been kind of exciting.

no need to point out that it's altogether pathetic that I find this turn of events exciting.

but it has been.  I feel like I haven't really worked this week at all, when the truth is that I'm working the exact amount of days and hours that I always do.  this mix-it-up spicy thing is quite the pick-me-up.

so now after working all week when I've felt like I haven't worked at all, I have another day off tomorrow.  yay!

I will spend it with friends watching front men puke on their fans and catching up on some reading.

that's right... after agonizing weeks of not being able to buy comics I finally went and spent my whole allowance (ugh, budgets suck) on some comics I needed.

observe...

Watchmen, something that's been on my to-read list for ages

last two issues of Amory War, a total staple and necessity

latest Dark Tower.  lovely

and last but definitely not least, the new comic out based on Stephen Kings, The Stand.  issue 1 of 5, Captain Tripps.    this makes me so goddamn happy... and one of my favorite things about Flying Colors, after you spend 25 bones they give you a free mixi-pak o' comics.  I haven't even looked to see what's in it yet.

o!!  I can't forget that Haas loaned me 2, 3 and 4 of Preacher because I only have the first one and every time I go to the comic shop they never have 2!  I simply CAN NOT read 3 or 5 or any other issue before I read 2.  It is just impossible.

I'm sorry but I do not make the rules you know.

heuristics

Everyone has dreams, aspirations, ambitions...

Mine is to one day open a comic shop.  The hope is that this will happen sooner rather than when I'm too old to lift stuff.

In order to realize my goals I am taking a business class, and because I am too lazy and too busy to actually drag my sorry ass to an honest-to-goodness teaching environment, I am taking an on-line class.

In all actuality it is much more like an actual class than I had believed, and I was a little shocked and impressed by this.  What I am also shocked by, (but not at all impressed by) is people's inability to spell any fucking thing correctly.  My fellow classmates' assignment posts read like remedial exercises that no one bothered to proof read.

It's fucking atrocious and I am embarrassed for you.

excerpt:

"This artile says to me, that good business ethics can manifest itself in the form of environmental awareness. Bussinesses all over the world are jumping in on the "Green" band waggon, implementing different ways of going green or at least education their employees to be more environmentally concious. I see this as good business ethics. In a capitalist situation, where the individual is profiting from the business, and some of the resources that business uses, is the environment around the business, it is only right that that business respect the environment."

Now call me crazy but... 

This article is for a class.  When I post my own articles I proof read my thoughts on said article, to make sure there are no spelling errors and to make sure it makes sense.  In this tiny sample I can find four misspelled words and a few sentences that just don't make sense.  This is also a very common thing in this class, I didn't even pick the worst one I could find, and this isn't even the entire reply.

The super sad part of this is that this person is obviously not stupid, I can see the rationale begging for attention.

But alas, you just made yourself look stupid and now there is no going back.

At the very least, you have made the statement that you just don't care enough and cannot possibly be bothered to hit the little "spellcheck" button.

This leads me to believe that you are extra slothful and lazy.  This in turn manifests itself in mental thoughts and images that I wish I could stab my mind's eye out for.

example: I bet this person doesn't even wipe his ass very well, he's clearly not meticulous at any rate.  ew, I can imagine the shit stain on his boxers.  His side of the bed probably smells like stale poo and sweaty ball sac.  God, I can practically smell it now, I think I feel unwell...

do you see how quickly it spirals out of control???

I swear, some people just have no regard for others ability to make themselves sick with others actions (or lack thereof).