“I’m tired of LJ!” Plus, other Craig (me) updates.

I’m going to have to filter my friends list or stop reading it. I’m tired of removing friends just because I happen to find them tiresome on occasion. Perhaps It is time to move to an actual blog rather then LJ? I do like keeping my friends updated, and I do like keeping a journal, but I really can’t be bothered to have to respond to yet another bout of the TMIs of web acquaintances. I’m tired of writing out posts or replies only to delete them because really, who cares about what I think. After 20 years of discussion in online fora of differing types, I’m tired of re-inventing the wheel, tired of explaining myself to yet another crop of the shallow and ignorant. Yes, I’m an arrogant elitist. No, I don’t care if I offend you. Perhaps being more acerbic is the way to self-prune my friends list? Who knows, but LJ is being more annoying (as is the entire social world of the internet) as of late. Besides, my non-internet life and friends (that do overlap somewhat with LJ) have much more value than the blips and bleeps of yet another I hate my life post or a my god I’m offended at blah blah post. I love my life and wish to share it with others like positively minded. I seem to find them more here in Portland, OR.

In other news, and have been kicking ass in the TIKI KON event planning help. I’m hoping to have most major work done on ‘s bar this coming stupid-reason-for-a-holiday weekend. I’ve just thought – we haven’t been taking progress photos!

Job opening

Is there anyone who is a kick-ass IT project manager who wants to work with me at Tri-Met?

Slambook Meme from <lj user=”ncsuj”>

1. Can you cook?
2. What was your dream growing up?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favorite place?
5. Favorite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. What zodiac sign are you ?
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9. Worst Habit?
10. Do we know each other outside of lj?
11. What is your favorite sport?
12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you:
16. Do you have any pets?
17. Do you know how to do the macerana?
18. What time is it where you are now?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22. What color eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. Bottle or Draft?
25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
27. What ‘s your favorite bar to hang at?
28. Do you believe in ghosts?
29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
30. Do you swear a lot?
31. Biggest pet peeve?
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

Good Riddance

I hope one day to piss on your grave. It’s a shame you took this long for the Country to be rid of the filth of your existence.

Bealtaine

Well, happy May Day everyone.

I’m in a funk that I’m trying to get out of with very little success. Even a weekend with a nice fire didn’t truly work. The fact of my feelings are that I’m tired of being a dependable go-to-guy. I get this way every now and then. I’m tired of being the prime motivator, the fixer, the one who makes it OK. I am resentful because I have a lack of an upper resource for myself. There is no one who makes it OK for me. No one to solve my problems. No one to take over and fix things for me. Nope, I’m alone and have to fend for myself. I’m fine to be strong when I’m on the field, but I have to sit a period out once and a while – but I can’t count on anyone to play the game in my absence. That’s what it feels like to me.

The reality may be different, yes. I’m sure I am operating out of emotional stress, yes. But the feeling that I can’t count on anyone to take the ball not only in my work, but also in my personal life is deeply troubling to me.

So, I hope the new season post- Lá Bealtaine brings me happier times. There is a bunch of hard work to be done in every aspect of my life, and I intend to see it through and done, no matter who or what I leave in my wake.

CAMPING!

So, tomorrow after work, , I and our good (no having LJ) friends Kim and Noel are going camping here.

This is one of the many waterfalls on the park property. It’s Kim’s first time camping and she is nervous about the whole idea. It is a fully supported state park with flushing toilet and showers and cabins, etc. I like to go it a bit more rustic, but with the following picture, who could pass it by? So. Excited.

I think I hear the big beautiful woman singing. It sounds like freedom.

So the same Smartech Corp servers that housed the recently deleted RNC emails took control of the requests for the Secretary of State of Ohio’s election reporting in the 2004 presidential election. You remember Ohio, right?

In related news, the Office of Special Counsil is beginning an inquiry into the shenanigans of our loathsome turd blossom.

It took long enough, but I think I smell something sweet in the air.