Fixing my blog thanks to Photobucket’s bullshit (s)(t)

So, as many of you out there know, Photobucket has lost their god damn mind and decided people have to pay them $400 a year in order to access their photos and link them online. Unless, of course, you’ve already been paying for a premium service, in which case you can get access to everything until December 2017, then you need to pay the $400.

Photobucket can suck my balls and wipe my asshole with their tongue. For over a decade I’ve been using that service to provide images on my blogs and other sites, but now they decided that’s not good enough. Well, they’re not good enough for me. They aren’t good enough for you, either, especially with so many alternatives out there.

I’m in the process of fixing my blog and uploading my images to better hosting locations, but it’s slow going. I had over 500 images across this blog…holy shit… I’m not the only one furious with them over this, either. Many people have completely deleted their images and their accounts, that way there was nothing left for Photobucket to claim.

Fuck Photobucket. Give them enough room for their $400 elite sacks of shit by deleting everything off their site and deleting your account. This is a severe violation of UDAP (Unfair, Deceptive and Abusive Practices) which every business is held under. Fuck Photobucket in their ass.

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How People are Finding my Entries Part 2 (s)(t)

So, quite some time ago I wrote about how people were finding my entires. Some of them were…frightening to say the least. Again, I love people finding my writings. Really, I do. If I didn’t, I shouldn’t be writing. It’s just…for fuck’s sake, people. What is wrong with you?

Once again, here’s how people have been finding my site…lord have mercy…


kau injak, aku diam kau gauli, aku diam kau rampas, aku masih diam kau hancurkan sampai ulu hati, hanya ada geming tersisa when u destroy me, u kill yourself in the first place.
What the shit? I have no idea what the hell any of this is supposed to be. When I ran the search in Google, my writings didn’t even come up. It has to do with some scare tactic bullshit, worse than the Weather Channel, claiming video games are telling your children to kill themselves. They aren’t. I am, though.

how to be professional in mortal kombat
Nothing on my site is going to tell you how to actually do this. However, this makes sense because of my fake entry New Professional Mortal Kombat 9 Tournament Rules


it’s already valentine’s day and i dont know what to get myself yet

How about cyanide and a nice cold drink, you loser? Seriously, wtf? Now you’re supposed to get yourself something for Valentine’s Day? Please tell me this isn’t something actually happening!


strangle

No, really, that’s all they searched for and found me. I have no idea why…


sieg fuck

*blink blink* Uhm…okay, sure thing there, buddy. I went ten pages deep in the searches in Google and never came up with my site. I have no idea how deep I’m buried. I can only imagine this is some how in reference to my Psychology Is Junk Science article. That…or someone is REALLY into Nazi porn.


do guys like donkey punching?

Are they asking because they want to know if it’s something they should be used to, something to expect, or something they want to try? My mind is going a mile a minute trying to comprehend this one. I mean, the answer is YES to all of those, but I like to know the finer details such as, “Do you mind if it’s an all knuckles punch?”


how to fuck your employer

Usually just bringing it up in conversation works. You can always just start off slowly with a casual date and feel it out. If that doesn’t work, a brick to the back of the head works. If it’s a guy, the brick still works if you hit them hard enough to ensure an priapism.


redmist entj kickass

What? That illustrated novel and so-so movie? What?


red hair bitch backside

Just the backside? If so, then what does the red hair have to do with it? I know I’m on the internet and there are some really specific fetishes out there, but this one is oddly specific and not in a fun way. Just a…that’s boring kind of way.


sorry i only post about my daughter

…go on… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


ziggy grover gay fanfiction

Okay, so I wrote a few fake really bad fan fiction about Power Rangers, which I’m probably going to conclude with one more entry, but in no way was the Ziggy Grover character I had in the stories gay. Besides that, why the fuck? This person was looking for this unironically I guarantee it.


brittany blue preggo

Why?


xy.hot.4minat.videos

I’m not on the deep nor the dark web, you morons. Though, I seriously doubt whoever this was either heard about it and thought that’s how you type it in without using an onion router or…they’re just that far too stupid. I’m going with the latter, unfortunately.


how to tell your employer to fuck off and let me shit

Personally? I’d take them out to a nice lunch. You know, one with candles and Italian food. I’d stroke their hand, laugh at their jokes, and bring it up as part of a natural flow in the conversation. On the other hand, you could always just do it like you stated the search query.


fuckdoll faggot makeup

0_o


boss forcly fucking his employer

Again, you people have some really specific fetishes. I’m sure there’s plenty of clearnet porn out there with this. What it has to do with me? I don’t know exactly, though. Good lord…


hitler south park fags

This…this was something someone looked up in their spare time. I’m picturing this dumb ass sitting there expecting some great revelation only to find them saying things on the show and being so mad they masturbate to pictures of their own anus for hours.


love guru how to press a girl boobs when we meet

If I may? I’d start with “Hello”.


stop bullying, your giving a shit!

Is this like “taking the piss”, but far, far more stupid a phrase? That’s cultural appropriation, and that’s wrong. It’s not, but…whatever.


“wolfman” “douche nozzle”

Again, why is this a thing being looked for? I’m not even going to bother trying to find out where I fall in the search results. You can do it yourselves.


telepathic cat siggy creepypasta

How…why…I don’t even…


employer boss come at dinner to his employer and fucking to.is wifevidos

This can’t get any stranger…


soda show webcam????????????? no no no … not me :3 she sexy more than me :d

I can’t do this anymore…I’m fucking done…


Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go scrub my eyes and brain with Drain-O….fuck….

Foodie Review – TGI Friday’s Ghost Pepper Wings (s) (t)

Before I really get into this review, let me introduce a new title modifier, the “(t)”! After talking to someone in person who reads my blog, I was told it was extremely difficult to tell when something on here is true. I can understand that. I’m a massively sarcastic asshole, so it can be difficult to tell when something is both true and serious. So, the “(t)” modifier tells you it’s true. The “(s)” still means it’s serious, which I figured covered true as well, but I guess it doesn’t have to include it.

Yes, this entry is both serious and true. I’m not writing satire. How I feel about these wings is true.

A quick history:
Growing up in Southern California allowed me to exposed to a lot of good cuisine. I was also able to sample a lot of different spices. I’m not shitting you when I say I’ve eaten some moronically hot stuff. When I would go into the garment district of L.A, my family and I would buy chorizo breakfast burritos so hot they would burn your eyes just walking up to the roach coach. Sure the Mexicans would laugh at us as we’d sweat and snot, but damn they were good! I eat both raw and cooked jalapenos like candy. I once had a teaspoon of hot sauce put directly into my mouth which was so hot you had to sign a waiver to buy it and it was required to be in glass to keep it from eating through the plastic. Yes, really. It literally ate a hole through the paper plate. It hurt and I will probably never eat it again. I regularly eat habanero hot wings, though I don’t shovel them into my mouth. Several of my friends can testify to watching me eating wasabi straight off of chop sticks with no problem. One friend can even testify to seeing me do that with the REAL wasabi you get in Japan which costs 100$ a pound.

I don’t seek out and devour hot stuff, but I like to be tested. I was hoping to be tested this day. I was not. My list goes from “no heat” (for example Del Taco’s Inferno sauce) to “fucking hot” (like a habanero). Before anyone says it, I’m not claiming to be a chili head nor someone who has a tough mouth.

In the same vain, it’s interesting to note CS gas doesn’t affect me, but pepper spray does. If it gets in my eyes anyway.


TGI Friday’s has brought back the changeable all you can eat appetizer awesomeness. It’s fucking amazing. Those pot stickers, baby…those pot stickers. Eat more than two plates and its paid for itself. The whole thing is one of the best deals they’ve ever done.

I was excited to see they added new items, even if most of them I’m not interested in. It’s good stuff, don’t get me wrong, as the bites I took from my wife’s plate were delicious, just not something I’d get for myself. While trying to decided what we’d order next for ourselves, I picked up the table topper and noticed the flavors of wings listed. My eyes lit up, my soul began to sing, and I pointed out they had ghost pepper wings!

My wife also got excited. Not because she was going to have any since anything hotter than a few splashes of red pepper makes her cry, but because she knew I could eat pretty hot food and wanted to see me do it. Yes, we’re strange, and that’s one of the reasons the marriage works. Sorry fan-girls. Please don’t commit suicide over this.

When the waitress asked what we wanted to put in for the next round of appetizers, I excitedly told her I wanted those ghost pepper wings. Now, in my mind I was expecting something mouth hurting. You know, somewhere between the Blazin flavor at BWW and a habanero sauce. Because, well, ghost peppers are very much hotter than a habenero and I consider those to be fucking hot at 100,000 to 350,000 Scoville.

When the ghost pepper wings arrived on the table, the smell stung my nose and my eyes a little. On top of these blood red wings covered in sauce were some jalapenos. As a joke I told my wife they were there to seem like they weren’t hot and were palette cleansers. Picking one up on a fork, I was excited. Taking a deep wiff my nose cleared and my eyes actually burned a very little bit.

Smiling, I took a bite and…meh. Now, don’t get me wrong, the flavor of these things is AMAZING. They are DELICIOUS. They are not, however, hot. I’d put them around my medium. I was very disappointed with the heat level.

Honestly, these need to be hotter. My wife believes they were toned down due to legal reasons, but I believe they aren’t really ghost pepper infused. See, the reason for this is because of the jalapenos on it. I think these are definitely hotter than their traditional wings, and they aren’t vinegary in the least, which I loved.

So, yes, they are very delicious and I would order them again any time, but if you’re looking for something hot, don’t look here. I know I’m in the minority with how hot I can eat (I’ve also eaten Thai chilis straight and claimed they were in my hot range for sure), but these just made me sad. Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to be crapping fire later…just not the blood I was expecting.

Should you get them? If you want to say you ate ghost chili wings and pretend you’re awesome to those who haven’t had them, do it. If you like hot food and want something with flavor, go for it without hesitation. My wife thought they were hot and coughed on them, but she sweats eating a chili rellano (poblano chilis are what they use) sometimes and those are only rated at 2000 Scoville.

Good food. Disappointing heat.

More hiking images (s)

Okay, so I finally was able to transfer over the images from my last two trips. The first are from the Bear Creek Loop in Estes Park, CO and it was a 7.5 mile round trip.
 
 

Nymph Lake
Nymph Lake

I just wish I had brought my fishing pole. There isn’t any fish in Nymph Lake that I can tell, but up at Lake Haiyaha, Dream Lake, and Emerald Lake there were fish.
 
 

Me and Kay (Co-Worker)
Me and Kay (Co-Worker)

Co-worker of mine and myself in front of Nymph Lake.
 
 

Emerald Lake
Emerald Lake

Emerald Lake is gorgeous and really is an emerald color, even though it’s completely clear. There were actually quite a few people there, which made getting a good shot without people in it chore.
 
 

Alex Peak
Alex Peak

Here is Alex Peak as seen from Emerald Lake. Some crazy woman was trying to tell people that this is the peak that Prudential uses as their logo, but they turn it to the left. I quickly informed her that Prudential uses the fucking Rock of Gibraltar, not Alex Peak. Her reply? “Well, they might not use Alex Peak anymore, then.” Stupid bitch.
 
 

Kay and me outside Lake Haiyaha
Kay and me outside Lake Haiyaha

Here Kay and I are sitting on the bridge crossing one of the creeks just outside of Lake Haiyaha. Figured it’d be a good picture, and I like how it turned out in that sense. The lighting makes it look like I’m bald or balding and have missing teeth, though…

I couldn’t get the other person who was hiking with us to sit on the bridge. She was too scared to do it, ha! I’m still waiting for her to send me the images she took with both of us in them. Just to be a jerk, I recorded the sound of the creek and took a picture with my cellphone, then sent it to a few of my friends and family who had to work that day instead of dick around on a mountain.

The next two images are from the Plymouth Peak / Red Mesa Loop trip a few days ago.
 
 

Me on Plymouth Peak
Me on Plymouth Peak

Here I am on Plymouth Peak over in the Jefferson County Open Space. It’s not very high, compared to what I have been doing. It was a really nice day out and I was able to outrun the storm as I descended. A good, easy hike and taking the Red Mesa Loop makes it a 9 mile round trip, which is really good.
 
 

View from Plymouth Peak - Can See Denver
View from Plymouth Peak out toward Denver

Here’s a nice view from Plymouth Peak. You can see out toward Denver. Love the clear views in Colorado.

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This coming Sunday I am going to be climbing Quandary Peak, which is the highest peak in the Tenmile Range, but only the 12th highest peak overall here in Colorado. I did Gray’s (9th highest) and Torrey’s (11th highest) a few weeks ago.

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Posted 8/23/2010 at 2:35 AM on Xanga

Got new ink done (s)

I got new ink done about three weeks ago.  Here it is still kind of gnarly (it’s all clean and set now), but you can see it pretty good:

It’s on the underside of my right forearm.  I designed it and worked with the artist for about a week before finalization.  A full three and one half hour sitting in one session.

I’ll be going to Vegas in four days, so I’ll have new images up after that.

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Posted 3/29/2010 at 2:25 AM on Xanga

I’m “unbalanced” for seeing paranormal activity?! (s)

So the other day someone called me excessively in denial of being mentally unbalanced because they learned I see and hear things most people do not.  Considering I’ve been told by counselors to psychiatrists I have a very healthy mental state and attitude (with a problem with authority…odd considering what I do), I seriously doubt this is the case.  Oh, there are more reasons as to why, and I’m going to get into that.

How this all started was someone asked if they were going insane because he kept hearing voices.  The reporting person said they were hearing what sounded like a conversation between two people and he’d get a little freaked out, ask a question or make a comment, and he’d get replies, more or less.  This had never happened to him before and so he’s a little scared.  The voices aren’t an every day thing, and he routinely hears the same things.  One such statement he randomly hears is “Yes it does” while he’s typing and the one which happens the most is “Follow the circle.”

Right away people were telling him the first sign of a mental illness is hearing voices and to seek medical help as soon as possible.  Normally this would be sage advice, except it sounds more like something above the ordinary rather than a mental disease.  Some people were saying if there is no harm coming of it, such as being told what to do, then just let it be and it should go away.  For me, that is the most sage advise.

So, with everyone else putting in their opinions, I dropped in how when I hear voices, I’ll often (attempt) to interview them, but I see and hear things most people don’t.  I even expanded on the possibility of his brain is simply doing what is known as “matrixing” from random white noise going on around him.  In other words, there’s some noise going on around him which his brain doesn’t understand, so it’s trying to make sense of it by forming voices.  This is not unlike when you look up at the clouds and think, “Hey, that cloud looks like an elephant!”

What happens?  Bam, my statement is “evidence” that I’m mentally unbalanced because I deny that I am.  Isn’t that what we call “Damned if you do, damed if you don’t!”?  It’s a fucking trial by ordeal with these people.  I’m in denial for saying I don’t have a mental disability, but by saying I have a mental disability, I deny what I see and am unbalanced, which is not the case either way.

There’s a difference between what I experience and a hallucination.  So, of course I explain how I’ve had everyone from “psychics” (and I use the term VERY loosely) and regular people have told me they say a something when I was witnessing an event.  I further explained how if you don’t see and hear the things I do, I’m not surprised if someone would call me a liar or unbalanced.

I’ve had optometrists tell me my eyes are “different”.  My last exam, which was in July 2008, resulted in the same thing. My eye doctor said, “I don’t think I’ve seen eyes like the back of yours.”  My mother, father, brother, and other family members have all witnessed these somethings in the past at the same time.  Now, let me not forget to mention people all over the world experience similar things all the time.

What did this result in?  I was told my family probably has a “genetic disposition for getting crossed signals due to a problem with our optical sensory perception.”  Does that make anyone else a little pissed and sick to their stomachs?  So many people talk about how they believe in evolution and change with humans, but the moment something might be part of that change it’s hated on, discredited, and even made to seem less than human.

I don’t go around talking to myself, seeing “ghosties” floating around the world all the time.  Usually when I hear something, I listen for a while and find the source.  Eight times out of ten something can be easily explained, and I find the reason behind it.  It’s those two times that will blow your mind and you must label it paranormal, as we don’t currently have the science to explain it.

I have experienced hallucinations induced from a concussion and from lack of sleep before.  Because I see and hear these things, I know the difference rather well.  When I stayed up for 75 hours straight I would often see shadowy figures moving about, just out of dead center vision, or crawling about the floor quickly.  When I had a bad concussion I would hear music, ringing, and voices.  When I’m engulfed in electromagnetic fields I think something is around me, chatter, and see strange shapes moving.  Guess what?  I know what causes these and what they were, so I’d never label them paranormal.

Let me help you understand how I understand the difference.  I’ll be using video games because they’re an easy source of screen shots and comparisons.  Now, imagine if you will, when people turn on their video game consoles, they always only see this:

The previous picture is considered normal and common.  This is what everyone expects to happen when you turn on the video game console.

Now, imagine when you turn on your video game console, you often get this:

When you tell people about it, because they only see the first one image, they tell you what you’re seeing isn’t what you’re saying, and it’s a problem with you.  What they claim you are seeing is this:

The previous picture is a serious problem with the video game console, and your TV, which means you should get help immediately.  However, you know you aren’t seeing the previous picture, because when you had a problem with your video game console or your TV, you saw this:

Because you know the difference, you know when someone has switched your video game console out.

I know this is all kind of a lame example, but it’s the best I could come up with showing a comparison.  Another way to compare it, without images, is saying when you look out your window, there is a rose bush.  The roses on the rose bush are red.  Every so often you catch a glimpse of a yellow and red mixed one.  You are told you are seeing things, because it’s a red rose bush, and the light is reflecting off of the yellow rose bush across the street when the wind blows.  You know what a yellow rose bush and a red rose bush looks like, so you know when you see a mixed rose of yellow and red, but no other people have never seen it.

Just because someone can see or hear things you cannot, does not make them crazy or mentally unbalanced.  There are people out there who are wired differently than normal, but that only means they have a skill/ability most do not.  Using some of the models presented to me, Einstein should be considered crazy for thinking of the scientific theories he did or Michael Phelps shouldn’t be a real person for setting the world record he did, because the body isn’t supposed to do the things these two people did.

When I walk into a building and tell the person I’m with I don’t like a certain area, they often ask my why.  An example would be a bordered up building.  I told the person I was with I didn’t like the rear of the building and when I looked in the front window, I got the “bulk” of the feeling over in a specific area.  The person of course asked me where exactly and why.  I told the person, “It’s right before the kitchen.  There used to be tables there or something, I think, and I get this faded image of a person over it.  Like they had hung themselves.”  I was asked what the person looked like, so I told them.  I ws then asked how long I lived in the town and I told them I had only been there a month.  Not too amazingly I was told an old bartender had hung himself over the pool tables in that area and looked as I described.  The place had been closed three years before I arrived and I knew nothing about it, as I had only even passed by the town once when I moved into the state two years ago.

The brain is still a mysterious thing to doctors.  If you don’t understand something, don’t chastise it right away.  It’s because of people like those who called me unbalanced we have things like the Witch Trials and the like, not the other way around.

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Posted 7/30/2008 at 2:12 AM on Xanga

From the horse’s mouth

Most of you don’t understand men at all and you don’t understand why we get so pissed off at “little things”. Guess what? They aren’t little things, they’re common sense. Here it is from the horse’s mouth and why we get so fed up with you.

1. We don’t care that much if you talk to other guys
We don’t care if you’re friends with other guys all that much. However, when you’re sitting next to us and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up, tackle him, then don’t introduce us, then yes, it’s an issue. It also doesn’t help if you sit there and talk for ten minutes without acknowledging the fact that we’re even in the room.Also, if you have slept with said person and talk about how you’re just good friends, but run to each other every time that there’s something going on, then there’s a huge issue there, too. No man is going to trust you with said person alone and for good reason.

2. We don’t care that much if some guy calls you
However, if it’s at 2AM we’re going to be getting a little concerned. Nothing is that fucking important at 2AM that it cannot wait until the morning.There are one or two things that are a exceptions to the rule, but only one or two. One of them is your gay friend calling. That’s okay. Second…no, there is no second…there’s only one.

3. We mean it when we tell you that you’re pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/stunning/etc.
Don’t argue it with us and don’t tell us we’re wrong. Believe me, we’ll stop putting up with your shit and stop trying to convince you. We’ll also stop telling you.

4. Don’t be mad when we hold open the door nor when we pay for you
Take advantage of the mood we’re in. If you want to be treated like a lady, you’re going to act like one. If you want to be treated like an equal, we’ll start getting separate checks, walking through doors normally, and talking to you like one of the guys. Smile and say, “Thank you.”However, remember to pay us back for it. If you don’t want to pay us back, then don’t accept our generosity. You don’t deserve anything simply for being who you are nor just for the fact that you’re a woman. Remember, it goes both ways, women.

5. Don’t say you’re getting dressed up for us
If we’re going out with you in the first place, you don’t have to dress up as sexy as possible, even though it’s nice, but don’t lie to us and say it’s for us. You’re dressing up for other women and other men. You want to feel sexy? How do you feel sexy? That’s right, by getting other women jealous and other men to stare at you.Don’t get take it wrong, get dressed up. Just don’t lie to us as to the reason. You know the truth, so do we, and if you lie it only makes us mad.

6. Don’t take everything we say seriously
Sarcasm is a beautiful thing and we use it a lot. See the beauty in it.

7. Don’t get so angry so damn easily
Want to get upset at everything about the guy? Then buzz off and go elsewhere. We only take so much of your crap before we have sex with your sister/cousin/best friend.

8. Stop using magazines or other media as your Bible
We don’t give a shit about what Doctor Phil, Oprah, or The View has to say. They are out of touch with reality and are nothing more than ignorant clucking hens…yes, even Doctor Phil.Cosmo doesn’t know shit about men. The only men working for the magazine are homosexuals and pathetic pussies they interview in the street with no jobs.Also, we don’t give a damn about Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney. Talk about them with your girlfriends and gay friends, that is why they are there.

9. We don’t want to hear about who you would screw
You are with us. We don’t want to hear how you would, “So totally screw Johnny Depp!” GET A FUCKING CLUE!

10. Don’t go up to a guy acting like a slut…it’s tired, played out, and annoying
Greet a guy with respect unless you only want to get laid and be treated like a whore. It’s more of a turn on to have a female greet us with, “Hey, handsome!” rather than “Hey baby/stud/sexy/cutie/man meat!” Women who use those words are nothing except for toss asides.If you’re upset about being a toss aside by men, then stop acting like one! Pick up men some place other than a bar for once in your life. You’d be surprised.

11. Don’t change how you treat a guy if he treats you politely
If someone is honoring your morals, makes you smile when you’re at your lowest, and cares about you even when you make a mistake, don’t start ignoring that person and heading for the bad boy again.You wonder where the good guys go? Women treat them like crap, so they get older, get more money, and then go with younger, hotter women and treat them like crap. Why? Because of how women treated them. Now you’re stuck with the losers who have no choice but to use dried up used women like yourself.
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Posted 4/30/2007 at 3:58 PM on Xanga