Been a Long time since I Rock and Rolled

Sorry about the time off. I think the format is better suited to simply post when deemed necessary and not on a day to day basis. Of course, if there is something, then of course I shall chat on. Might be changing the name of the blog in the coming days as well. The whole rants thing makes me feel like I'm just bitching. Which I kind of am, but there are other things on my mind without such a negative connotation which I will post from time to time. This is not one of those times.
I'll start off by saying I hope I dont come off as an outsider. Obviously the direction of the post will be obvious, but again, if there is a feedback to counter my view, please, by all means comment on this. To the point in hand. And I'll be honest, I didn't sit in front of the computer and rack my brain about this, this whole post comes from the drive home today, and seeing one guy, and his child. That split second was the catalyst of the thoughts that are upcoming. I'll first describe the spilt second, then give my opinion. Again, I will say, it might be nothing to some of you and I welcome retort. As I drove home, I seen a man, say late 30's, maybe early 40's, on roller blades (that's not the questionable act.........) and as I passed him, he picked his child up, maybe 3-4 years old, and wrap her around his neck and begin to roller blade down the street.
So, personally, since I was on the phone with my lovely wife, I said some words that might have rhymed with "duck, ducking bashole, and jackass. Ok, that last one was obvious. But seeing this enraged me. Not for the fact of the roller blades, in the right setting they I guess, can be fun, but it was for the fact you are putting a child, around your neck, the top most part of your balance, and beginning an action where balance, is paramount. Even if this was Joey McGarry (look him up) the child becomes the variable here, and you are depending on a child who probably does not fully understand consequences, to make your ride free from injury. Maybe he did go along and not have an accident, maybe he crashed horribly and he used the child as an airbag, I don't know. What I do know, that this is an instance where the probability of getting off without injury, is no better than 50/50. Does this make me a bad person, to think this guy was being careless? I will not make a judgement about his parenting over all, but I do feel that what he was doing was borderline, on a bunch of things.
And being that I am not with child, no babies in this nest, yet, I don't know if its my place to think he was showing bad parenting by putting his kid in harms way. I obviously have not played with my own baby, so is it just a situation where you will do anything to make your baby smile, and laugh? Or was this over the line? I think most have seen the yoga lady with her baby. And personally I think that's 100% child abuse. Throwing a baby up in the air is cute, throwing it around like a rag doll and calling it yoga is criminal. You know I had a whole story and trying to correlate the whole yoga thing to me driving drunk into a McDonald's, but I just couldn't finish it off. Just thought you all should know, damn, it would have been hilarious too. Another time.
So, parents out there, am I just being a nervous Nelly here? Was that just a parent being a parent, or was this really just some dumb ass, fuck stick who was a pebble in the road away from doing severe harm to his child? I believe you can get my impression of how I feel about it, through my loving tones, and beautiful use of the noun "fuck stick". But I guess this is a rant I would like feedback on. Right below the ending, is a button, it says comment, use it! Would love to hear from parents, or just anyone with a view on this. Again, sorry for the lack of Rants these past few days, hope yall stick with me! So hide your kids, hide your wife, but do tell them about this site. And follow me on Twitter at Alloystang for updates on the blog. Peter, its 7 in the morning......Thanks for the update Big Ben.

Screw you NCAA sports

So I don't think I have ever really ranted on about any sports team, as per I think it does generalize a crowd. Many who see a rant on just one team, might turn away from my babbling, and that's not what I am here to do. But the deal is, this, at this point I don't care. Not that I don't care about you, the readers, I love you all, the handful of you, I'm talking about the people who aren't reading this. Screw them. By the way, I welcome country number 10, how are ya Spain? So, away I go.
The story behind the matter is about a college coach, from a certain University I am very fond of, and have family ties too. By the way, good show, hates the fat sister of Micheal J. Fox. Wanted to punch that girl. The school in mention is Ohio State University, and the coach, is a one Jim Tressel. The problem; his knowledge of "misdoings" by his players, and waiting to reveal that he knew about it. So what we have here is two fold, one, his players were involved in a scheme that broke NCAA rules, and two, Jim Tressel knew about the incident and waited almost a year to disclose his acknowledgement. He has been fined, $250,000 and suspended 2 games. The players, were suspended for 5 games. So I am going to break this rant into 2 parts.
Part one. The players. These kids were basically taking stuff of their own, that was given to them by the University, and selling it to a guy, who then sold the stuff. Again, the things mentioned were things given to them. Not loaned, not leased to them, the University said you wore these things in games, you can have them. Those kids sold that stuff. Wow. Powerful stuff right there. Hope no kids were reading this, as per I'm sure no parents out there want their kids to grow up and do these horrible acts. My problem is simple, maybe it was against the NCAA rules to sell these items, and maybe, just maybe these kids did break the rules by receiving between $500-$1000 for these items, but in the long run, how have they made the school, and or the NCAA look bad? At what point would you hear a story, about a kid that was given something from a school, sold it, and thought, "oh my god, I hope my child never grows up like this?" I'll mention by the way that yes, I do think the scholarships these kids have, are truly their "payment" for playing a sport that could lead to a career. But they weren't selling drugs, they didn't go drinking and driving, they didn't beat someone up, and they didn't break into a house and rob someone. They made a few bucks, (no pun intended) and had a few dollars spending money as college seniors. And as a kind of way to view it, in 2007-2008, the Ohio State Football program made almost $118 million dollars just off the football program alone. These kids don't see a dime, yet we suspend them for making a couple hundred dollars off a pair of pants. Seems like a fair punishment in life, and boy, I hope they change their horrific ways.
Part Two. The Coach. Jim Tressel came forth today telling everyone that he had knowledge of these horrible acts. Because he did not come forward when it happened, he himself is being suspended for two games, and fined him $250,000. All because he was afraid to come forward, which he knew would mean trouble for his players. Now, months before he admitted it, the players already got in trouble. So honestly, he had no reason, what so ever to come forward with this information. But it was something he felt he had to tell. And maybe, again just maybe, there was some sort of evidence that was about to come forward to show his guilt, but until that comes up, he just did this because his conscience forced him to. So a coach was protecting his players, and got fined, the salaries of some coaches, and is being suspended from coaching his team, for two games. To me, this again shows how not to grow up. Do not try to protect the ones you love, and please do not come forward when guilt bottles up inside you. Did him not coming forward really do much for the Ohio State team? I would be ignorant to say it didn't. Maybe the NCAA suspends the players for the first 5 games of this past season, in which Ohio State did very well. Tressel himself probably would not have been suspended, and not be out $250K. So I do acknowledge that.
In the grand scheme of things, my biggest problem is that to say that these few football players are the only ones doing this is absolutely insane. The NCAA just turned a blind eye, while the Heisman Trophy winners father took the blame for asking schools to pay for his son to play there. And the NCAA said well the son, had no knowledge of these actions. Bullshit. Bullshit you fuck sticks. You are telling me if I was going to college, and was a great quarterback, and my dad said hey, go here, and I said why, and my dad said no reason, but the next week, he has a new house, I wouldn't understand what was going on? Again, I call bullshit. You fined and suspended players and a coach for making money off selling their own items, and let a player who was looking to get payed from a school, who would pay the highest price tag, win the NCAA footballs biggest trophy. Well done NCAA. Now that these Ohio State players are going to miss these games, I'm glad you have rid the entire aspect of college sports, some 300K+ student athletes, of these 6 trouble makers. God knows there are no more athletes taking bribes, or flunking classes but passing because they are the star, or kids not even going to class, or kids who's parents make a combined $30K a year driving new Hummers. Yes, because these 6 are taken care of, everything is right in college sports. Do us all a favor, and dive a little deeper. Shipoopi, Shipoopi, Shipoopi, But you can win her yet.

Laced with Obscenities

So I have had rants about people, and driving, and weather. So I thought why not combine them all. And it was very easy to do. While driving home, a drive which will take around 2 hours, and traverse 2 major highway systems, I was able to view, and access just how stupid people are. Truly these people could been a lot less stupid, by simply looking up at the MPH sign. See, in this stretch of highway I was driving, in the past few months the speed limit has been raised from 65, to 70. You wouldn't think this would be much of a change, but obviously its too much for some people to handle. And I will foreshadow this entry by saying one, I have not censored myself, and two, I was taught, on a highway, it is perfectly acceptable to drive 5-9 MPH over the speed limit.
The first highway that was the first half of the stretch home, was without, for most part, any incident. The only thing I will say, is that the dumb shits who don't understand that if you let a semi-truck, into the left lane on a highway, when its pretty dense with traffic, you will essentially create more traffic. Aaawww that's so nice of you, to invite a truck into our lane, virtually reducing our speed in half. Fuck you. Because guess what, half the time you do that, they will stay in that lane, doing the speed limit, until they think they have over taken all of the trucks on the road. I should have the ability to fish tail you into a tree, you stupid asshole. I could feel my blood pressure raising when the Prius in front of me (I wont say anything) thought he was doing such a great thing by letting in an 18 wheeler. I could also see the white lights beginning to pile up behind me. Get this, when you slow down highway traffic, you bottle people up, essentially, causing traffic fuck stick!
Onto the second leg. What to call the guy in the old Red Jeep Cherokee. Hmmm, how could I put this kindly. Ok, we shall say this. Had there been no traffic around me, I would have got in front of him, slammed on the breaks, watch him slam on the breaks, then I would take off as he inevitably slid off the road and hopefully, burst into flames. Trust me, I'd be doing the world a favor. As was on the first left, it was raining. For me, no big deal. For this guy, it was the end of the damn world. As traffic began to ease up, I began to realize this guy didn't want to do more than 60mph, in a 70mph. No big deal for me though, get a little close, and most people will ease over. Now there were trucks in the right lane, but he had clearance. Still didn't get over. After about 5 minutes, of him doing 60, it began to rain a tad harder, and as such, he began slowing down. We were now doing 55mph, in a 70. And now, now I was pissed. So when he wouldn't get over, and there was "some" room, I switched lanes, got next to him, and he flicked me off. Now, I don't have a camera on my rear bumper, but I'm guessing when I cut over, there might have been an inch. Not only was this fucking prick causing traffic to bottle up because he didn't feel safe, but now, now he was saying fuck me, for trying to get him into the lane, that, hello, is supposed to be the slower of the two lanes! There are signs people, slower traffic, keep right!! I know I was being a dick, by getting close to him, but look at it this way, when slower traffic is supposed to keep right, and I feel perfectly comfortable doing 80, even though its raining, this jack off has now put me in harms way because he feels he cant go any faster in the rain. Sir, I give you a big ol salute, and fuck you, get off the fucking highways if you can't at the least, do the speed limit.
Again, I know some will think of me as the king asshole here, but look, there are two lanes, one is designated as the "slower" lane. If the rhythm of traffic in the left lane is faster than want you want to do, then get the fuck over, or don't drive until there are no god damn cars on the road. Now look, it did begin to snow,and became very icy, so what did I do? I slowed the fuck down! And I..............say it with me now, got over into the right lane!!!!!!!! I just can not stand how people think they can dictate traffic by the way they feel is safe. Again, fuck the weather, it was like 45 degrees out, how in bloody hell was it snowing!?!?!?! I understand it is still only March, and have mentioned it was still going to be cold for a few months, but it wasn't that day. So how did it snow? Huh Al Gore? Hows that possible. And don't blame it on the dinosaurs, I've heard that excuse before. You know who you are.
In final, I shall just say, fuck you weather, no one can predict you, and every ones getting sick. If you don't feel safe driving in the rain, get the fuck off the road, or at the very least stay in the fucking right lane. And if you want to be that unsafe person, and you want to flick me off, don't be upset when I fish tail your ass into a tree, get out of my car, come laugh at you, then throw an unregistered gun on you, then call the cops. And I'll tell them no need for an ambulance. Harsh? Yea, I didn't think so either. How you uh, how you comin' on that novel you're working on? Huh? Gotta a big, uh, big stack of papers there? Gotta, gotta nice little story you're working on there? Your big novel you've been working on for 3 years? Huh? Gotta, gotta compelling protagonist? Yeah? Gotta obstacle for him to overcome? Huh? Gotta story brewing there? Working on, working on that for quite some time? Huh? Yea, talking about that 3 years ago. Been working on that the whole time? Nice little narrative? Beginning, middle, and end? Some friends become enemies, some enemies become friends? At the end your main character is richer from the experience? Yeah? Yeah? No, no, you deserve some time off.

I honestly dont go looking for idiots

Sometimes these lil rants just fall into my lap. Makes my writing easier, and my day, longer. I'll set the scene. Its lunch time, 12:40pm to be exact. Now, I know that I have probably cursed myself already because its way off the noon time, which means just about everyone is, or can be on their lunch. So as I walk into my closest establishment, Boston Market to be exact I see there's a line, I guesstimate about 7 people. As I walk through the door, I question turning around, but, I'm kinda of crazing something decent for lunch for once. So I proceed.
I get in there and take my place in line. Take my terminator like scan. Directly in front of me, the woman who is way too impatient to be here. In front of her, what appears to be a group of three, in front of them a woman who might actually be lost, and some people already with their order being taken. Thinking, OK, not so bad, we can do this. And here's what they all turn into. Now to prefrence this, as I was standing there, I looked at the menu, and had exactly what I wanted, and how to say it, before I moved an inch.
Now, onto the lost lady. She actually was lost, in this world. Like she might have actually been on the wrong continent. She gets to the person to order, and looks up, and asks what they have. Now look, I understand some people might not be able to read, might have bad eyes, whatever. But as soon as you walk in, there's a menu, right there. AT least look at the freakin pictures! So, she finally finishes her order, awesome. Onto the group.Now when they started, they were 3 deep, now as they begin to order, 2 others join the festivities.......................fuuuuuucckk yooou peeooooppple!!!! Not only that, but they order weird shit, its a chicken place, order something like that, ya bastards. So the lady in front of me, makes her order, no biggy, I get up there, bam bam bam, slide to the register. Lady who was in front of me is waiting, and has been for maybe 30 seconds, and already looks pissed. So I pay, and and stand there waiting for my "to go" order.
The Great Robb Spewak once said that if you are in a drive through, and they ask you to move up, don't. His thought is once you've moved out of the way, you are no longer relevant. No truer words have ever been spoken. So the guy at the register asks if I could move to the side, so he could check out the next guy. In my state of starvation, I said OK, and moved. Big mistake. I watched and counted as 6 people got their food, and payed, while I waited. Finally I did the slow walk to the register, and asked the guy if my stuff was ready. He almost got knocked out when he ask "you don't have your food yet". Are ya kidding buddy? Really? Are you asking me that? So when I said no, I watched as he turned to the "chef" (I use that turn loosely, very loosely) and she said something in Spanish that even I could not understand, and then proceeded to make my turkey sliders, in under 20 seconds. Robb, I messed up big as soon as I walked away.
I will take fault for not having my food because I walked away, leaving me totally defenseless. But for the 7, then 9 people, that took over 25 minutes to order and pay, then the next 6 that went after me, I say, you suck. All of you. I know its not like a fast food place, but as you wait, at least gather your thoughts as to what you want, so the wait is only for the good, not the ordering. I walked in, at 12:40pm, and walked out, at 1:10pm, with a to go order. I guess getting something that's not loaded with fat, is an impossible feat. In contrast, I went to a Wendys at noon one time, and literally was in and out in less than 2 minutes. I'm not shitting you.
I feel like if more people had even just a little bit more of a care for their fellow man, we would all be a little bit more happy. Maybe things would suck a little less if people were more human beings, than humans sucking. Yea, I know, doesn't make sense, but screw it, most my endings don't. Come on. Let's go drink till we can't feel feelings any more.

no rants, just el haha

Got to be honest, not much to go off on today, and didn't want to ramble on about nothings, so I'll just share a "funny". I'm at the grocery, and at the self check out. First thing, as always, is English or Spanish. So I'm starting my transaction, scan, scan, blah blah whatever. Then I realise next to me is a man of some sort of Spanish decent. Now, I'm no Miss Cleo, but I could sense that this man might have had an adult beverage or two. First clue, he reeked of alcohol. Second clue, he tried shoving a dollar bill into the coin slot. Not kidding. It said "please insert coins and bills into the slot below". I thought it was pretty obvious which went where, but sadly, this possibly intoxicated man had no freakin clue. Tried shoving that bill in there 2 or 3 times before he stopped and just looked at it. By this time an attendant came to help out.
I guess sometimes there are days that piss you off, and some days where all you can do is leave the store, laugh hysterically in your van and then call your friend to tell him of said occurrence. Today, was the ladder. Happy hump day everyone. Lois, brothers and sisters fighting is as natural as a white man's dialogue in a Spike Lee movie.

It started off so darn well......

...... Then work got in the way. I have always said "Disappointment comes from expectations". Now that's one of those things that I think I've always said. I have no clue if I've heard it from somewhere or what, but I say it. So like it or don't, I don't give a damn. What I do know is that no one would be disappointed of there weren't expectations in the world. Pretty easy to understand, so no examples are necessary. I believe nothing is more truer, than associating that statement, with work. For some, every day is a joyous day with pretty rainbows, and perfect weather, and friendly people. Well gooooooooood for you, we are all so happy for ya! For the rest of us, we judge most days by how bad work was. Not to say that there aren't great days, which I'm sure is true for most, but, its the expectation of a good day to come, which is the dagger in the back for your work day.
Started off great today. I was going to be doing wood work, again, by myself, in an area which could best be described as "serene." I honestly could not wait to get the day started. Wasn't thinking about how soon til the end of the day, wasn't thinking about lunch, just wanted to get to work! Twenty-two minutes into the day and I get a call saying I was changing locations, and was going to go do good ol heavy lifting, and aiding two fine co-workers, as to make sure they were working diligently. Son, of, a, bastard!!!!! I was so close, well not really, 22 minutes into the day really wasn't close to much, but I felt like I was close to having one of those few "good days". Then, as I drove away from the "serene", it dawned on me, my motto. Disappointment comes from expectations, the full expectation of having an all around good day! Thus, setting myself up for disappointment. Not to say one cant look forward to things, I believe that's the heart of life, looking forward to the future. But I, I looked to far ahead.
My advise would surely not be to not expect good in life. But when it comes to work, and you know, you know that deep down good days are few and far between, expect little, and disappoint less. Real heavy shit there huh? Yea, I agree, not really. I just would like to think work, on a regular would be so much nicer, if I didn't from time to time, try and foresee my day. Ever happen to any of you? I mean I cant be the only one. On a less bitter note, I would like to thank the people from the multiple countries that have read this blog. I have no fuckin clue how they are getting this, but shit, thank you. And if its just some cruel sick joke from the blog host, F you man, my hopes were high!! And if its not a joke, and you are in one of those countries, comment! Let me know where you are! And Nate, don't lie, I know you are in Richmond. I'm so hungry I could ride a horse. I don't get it. Well, I could ride it to the store, I guess.