I am a sick bastard. I have spent the better part of the day reading Find A Death.com . FindADeath.com takes celebrities and gives brief biographical info and then goes into great detail about their demise. The great detail includes photos of their homes, grave sites, occasional autopsy and anything else. I feel really bad skimming the site but damn it is a guilty pleasure.
Also they have a link to The Death Clock. It seems I will kick the buck on October 22, 2036. Which gives me approximately 903,770 seconds left to live. With that type of insider info I believe it is time to look into life insurance and to take out many loans that come due on October 23, 2036. Shazam! NowI can finally get that Lamborghini Diablo I always wanted but I wonder if Bank of America will grant me a loan that doesn't come due for 28 years?
I have gotten nary a response from my various resumes and job applications. The money is running out and I am becoming desperate to make some cash. In all honesty I am a shameless man, or to put it another way , that will hopefully grant some insight into my personality, I am very comfortable with my body and my sexuality. I readily acknowledge that I am small dude, both in the pants and my overall general size, and it really doesn't bother me. But would I make porn to stay fiscally afloat? Yer f#cking A right I would. Actually I've always to work in the adult entertainment industry but I am a coward sometimes, hence I haven't.
And if I did go into the adult entertainment industry what types of work would I do? Well I like girls so I am definitely comfortable with MW, MWW but I couldn't be involved in some gangbang or double penetration type of endeavor. I don't have a particular age bracket or demographic, so I am open to all ladies as long they are cute.
As I have indicated before I like the veil of anonymity that the Internet affords and I use it to mask who I really am but why did I use a hockey mask?
First off the mask is of Montreal Canadien goalie Ken Dryden. Dryden dominated the dojo from 1971-79 and then settled into a career as lawyer which evolved into his current position as a member of Parliament in Canada.
As the video indicates Dryden is pretty badass and I dig the style of his mask. Also the only other pics of goalie masks involved Michael Myers.
The reason I went back to college and ended up graduating is that I was sick of working retail and making no coin. Upon graduation I made a vow to never jockey a cash register again but desperate times call for desperate actions and now I applying for retail gigs. At least they're management positions, so I have moved up in the world and that $80,000 was a wise investment.
At this point I feel like Kevin Spacey in American Beauty; sick of the establishment,making a comeback and trying to find true happiness. Spacey was happiest smoking weed and flipping burgers. Me? Well, I prefer smoking weed and working in retail environments where there are no customers. Unfortunately I gave up herb when I went to college (which is very bizarre) and I threw away my bong.
As I said in my intro I am very unemployed. To a certain degree this was initially cool. I had time to read and generally f%ck around but the sad truth is that I am running out of money and I am hella bored.
There is a bit of a paradox to life in northern California: it is a wealthy area (housing prices indicate that, I guess?) but it has a crappy economy and job market. Like me, for example, I am a college grad with a BA in irrelevancy and some work experience and I can get another job after being fired from the one that I got (which took an estimated 100 resumes being shipped across cyberspace via hotjobs and monster). Essentially, I feel like I wasted four years in college, on top of the various community college semesters I attended to transfer, and that I am some sort of leper that no one wants to hire. In many ways I feel like that awkward high school student that no one talks to and you wouldn't be surprised if he or she went on some sort of crime spree after graduation (kinda like Carrie) Of course I am being a bit melodramatic when I compare myself to a sociopath teenager but none the less my moral is low and I only leave my room to do a few minimal things.
But I must digress on the overall negative tone of this post and begin to focus on the positive aspects of what I have accomplished since being terminated (or discharged, which is a term I will refrain from using since it brings up connotations of bodily fluid). I am at day 27 of my sabbatical and I have done a few things:
I watched all six Star Wars movies. I almost watched them in a linear manner but I absolutely hate Episode One: The Phantom Menace so I ended up watching it last. In hindsight that wasn't the smartest thing I've done because it made any notions of continuity irrelevant. Not that continuity or linear progress is the strong suit of Star Wars, I mean they were released as trilogies in the wrong order. I believe my main beef with the Phantom Menace is that George Lucas tried to hard to appeal to all audiences and alienated me (and my 18-40 male counterparts) by gearing a lot of the flick to the kids while also trying to satisfy those that were raised by the trilogy. You can't please everyone and in the process Lucas made a crappy movie. I hadn't watched it since I was in college (about 4 years ago or so) and the movie is still garbage. I figured my post graduate sobriety could give me a different perception but it actually made my recent viewing worse. I have no beef with the next two in the series, Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith are both entertaining and are occasionally re-watchable. My only beef with the aforementioned pair is the acting of Hayden Christensen. Everything seems forced and he comes across as robotic in his performance. That and his mildly lazy eye doesn't help.
I caught up on my reading, sort of. I had the chance to renew my library card and grab a few books. Next Man Up by John Feinstein, which is another chapter of the HBO show Hard Knock and documents a season with the Baltimore Ravens. The book was interesting and as a football fan it did shine some light into the behind the scenes aspect of the NFL but it did raise the question of why a bunch of famous football players would let an overweight, Duke graduate follow them around for a year? I mean, I have no doubt that Feinstein is a nice enough fella and isn't a pushy and annoying journalist but one must wonder if the Ravens were annoyed by his perpetual presence and the simple fact that he is an outsider?
Actually after 27 days I have accomplished nothing and apparently keeping a digital diary is not an accomplishment either.
I guess introductions are in some kind of order, I was raised with manners and hopefully they transfer to this digital endeavor. Anyhoo I am Rosco, it's a lame alias but I always dug the Dukes of Hazard but I loathe cops, this is a bit of a conflict. I am setting this blog up because I often feel the need to vent but rather then be perceived as a head case to my friends and family I will attempt to be anonymous and therefore (I hope) I can get into the deepest bits of my ID.
Whether or not this happens, well that remains to be seen but at the very least I feel mildly productive as I deal with another day of unemployment.
I am a sad and lonely boy that uses this blog as a diary because he wished to write down his words and emotions but is a coward and dies so under a veil of anonymity.
I am a sick bastard. I have spent the better part of the day reading Find A Death.com . FindADeath.com takes celebrities and gives brief biographical info and then goes into great detail about their demise. The great detail includes photos of their homes, grave sites, occasional autopsy and anything else. I feel really bad skimming the site but damn it is a guilty pleasure.
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