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Well , it has been quite some time since I have been heard from around these parts.  I have gone through some serious writers block and once I had things to write about I was far to busy with work to find time to sit down and just write. Even as I am writing this I am being forced to pause often due to my working while I am writing.

I dont really know where to start. I guess I will start with the good.  I have a great job. I am a desk side support technician for IBM at Vistakon. This was possibly one of the best places to start into this career and I love it. I help support over 3000 users and I am gaining tons of real experience in the IT field.  Recently I was forced to move.  Some of you remember some of my past blogs I wrote about my renting from my father and his not taking care of anything in the house. Well the day came when it was just unsafe to live there because he refused to fix anything, my wife ended up in the hospital due to black mold exposure and we were out the next day.  The good of it is that my wife is in good health and a lot of stress has been removed from our lives. On the bad note, where we are now living, leaves me with an hour and a half commute to work each day.  So I get up at close to 4:00 in the morning each day, get to work by 7:30, get off from work at 5:00, and get home between 6:30 and 8:00. I do this every day with the exception on Saturday and Sunday.  It is a little rough and my gas expenditures have gone up quite a bit.  We are looking for a new place, something closer to where I work and I hope to be into a new place by the end of October. 

I turn 22 tomorrow, I already celebrated. Went to Miami and my wife got me a t-shirt of the Doppler Effect (if you dont know watch big bang theory).  Overall it was pretty good.

I had a thought a couple weeks back that I know for a fact was hilarious and it had something to do with Jesus on the cross and how religious retards are for lack of a better word, retarded.

Eye doctors are really whiney. They know w lot about eyes but are clinically retarded when it comes to everything else.

I have a good bit more but I really think that this is where I will leave off.  I have come to terms with the fact that our bar is gone.  We have tried to reconstruct, but one place in under managed and the other has forgotten about us.  I am still here though and a few others remain. I guess that is a good as it is going to get.

until next time my friends.

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80706436/ ode to requiem <p>Well , it has been quite some time since I have been heard from around these parts.  I have gone through some serious writers block and once I had things to write about I was far to busy with work to find time to sit down and just write. Even as I am writing this I am being forced to pause often due to my working while I am writing.</p> <p>I dont really know where to start. I guess I will start with the good.  I have a great job. I am a desk side support technician for IBM at Vistakon. This was possibly one of the best places to start into this career and I love it. I help support over 3000 users and I am gaining tons of real experience in the IT field.  Recently I was forced to move.  Some of you remember some of my past blogs I wrote about my renting from my father and his not taking care of anything in the house. Well the day came when it was just unsafe to live there because he refused to fix anything, my wife ended up in the hospital due to black mold exposure and we were out the next day.  The good of it is that my wife is in good health and a lot of stress has been removed from our lives. On the bad note, where we are now living, leaves me with an hour and a half commute to work each day.  So I get up at close to 4:00 in the morning each day, get to work by 7:30, get off from work at 5:00, and get home between 6:30 and 8:00. I do this every day with the exception on Saturday and Sunday.  It is a little rough and my gas expenditures have gone up quite a bit.  We are looking for a new place, something closer to where I work and I hope to be into a new place by the end of October. </p> <p>I turn 22 tomorrow, I already celebrated. Went to Miami and my wife got me a t-shirt of the Doppler Effect (if you dont know watch big bang theory).  Overall it was pretty good.</p> <p>I had a thought a couple weeks back that I know for a fact was hilarious and it had something to do with Jesus on the cross and how religious retards are for lack of a better word, retarded.</p> <p>Eye doctors are really whiney. They know w lot about eyes but are clinically retarded when it comes to everything else.</p> <p>I have a good bit more but I really think that this is where I will leave off.  I have come to terms with the fact that our bar is gone.  We have tried to reconstruct, but one place in under managed and the other has forgotten about us.  I am still here though and a few others remain. I guess that is a good as it is going to get.</p> <p>until next time my friends.</p> 80635792 Thu, 14 May 2009 15:49:59 -0400 [Blog] The origin of Snorkpants Added: 2009-05-14 15:49:59

The true story of the origin of Snorkpants told from her sword brother, Godliberator.

Gather round and hear told the tale spun by the ancients about a place of legend, and the war that nearly caused it to be lost forever.

I was but a young man when we set out on our journey. We sailed off into the great green and we did not look back. Our voyage would take us far beyond what any ship captain had sailed before. To the edge of the earth we vowed.

 We sailed through frozen seas and weathered ferocious storms. We saw things unimaginable to the mind. We sailed the sea for well over a nautical year.We one day sailed into a dense fog. The fog seemed to go on for what felt like ages. When we emerged we were greeted with a sight that to this day will remain ingrained in my head. We had discovered the lost Atlantic Empire. A gigantic dome covered the great utopia. Gigantic vents were letting out huge billows of gas and steam thus attributing to the dense fog. We sailed closer and were intercepted by a strange vessel. Our ship was boarded and we were greeted by an ambassador and an armed guard. We were told that we had in fact stumbled upon the nation of Atlantis and we would be taken into custody. We were taken onto the vessel and watched as our ship was blown to pieces. We were taken through a series of airlocks. The thickness of the dome was massive. At least half a mile in thickness, the dome was built on a massive scale. This place truly was an amazing to see. The area inside was enormous.They brought us before a council and we were asked several questions. We were explained that this civilization became entrusted with power that must be kept a secret. The entire city surfaces once every three years to replenish its oxygen supplies. The city is powered from a fusion reactor. This place is a perfect utopia. They grow and catch all their own food. The air is constantly filtered. This place would be all we ever need. We were eventually given a choice; stay here, or be killed and set adrift.

 Our choice was easy. We stayed.We lived with the people; we worked hard with the people. We played their games. We lived and we loved, and over time, we were a contributing part of the commune. Everything was shared, there was no jealousy, there was no crime that went without swift punishment; everything was in essence perfect. Everyone had a role to play and they played the role without question. There was a system of government for this utopian republic and it worked perfectly. We had lived there for nearly a decade when they arrived.

 They rode in on giant seahorses. The nature of these creatures was unsettling. They wore suits that allowed them to breathe in the atmosphere held inside our city. These ambassadors, although English was not their native language they spoke it well. They explained that they wanted our city; they wanted control of the entire sea. We need only give regular tribute and we would be allowed to live in peace under the snork domain, and if we refused to pay regular tribute our city would be destroyed. Our counsel chair thought on this for a moment, and then spoke, We are a simple society, and we built this, our home, centuries ago and have remained a peaceful nation. You come with threats of conquest and death of we do not pay tribute. We have survived much worse than you and we will not pay. With that said the guard drew their weapons and leveled them at the ambassadors. The ambassadors taken back at this said, Do you know the power the snork nation possesses? To go against it would be madness. The chair looked at him and said, Madness.. THIS IS ATLANTIS! And with a swift movement he pulled his weapon and let loose a blast of plasma into the head ambassador. A wash of blue white plasma was let loose into the snork ambassadors. Their bodies were jettisoned into the sea back the way they came. The giant sea horses were let loose to roam where they please. And Atlantis began to prepare for war.

We spent the next few months training for an inevitable war. The dome shield was raised. Exterior cannons were built. Suits were distributed for under water breathing. The weapons were distributed through the ranks. Tanks and other vehicles were built. We were prepared.

The armies of the snork descended on us. They sent yet another ambassador to speak to us. He asked us to lay down our weapons and bow to the snork king and we would be spared. We refused his offer and cut him down with our cannons. The snork king seeing this sent his armies to attack. Snorkpants was at my side leading us into battle. The battle was awash in plasma fire, and spears. We charged into the snork line and Snorkpants and I drew swords against them. We cut through the line like butter. It was soon all too clear snorkpants was intoxicated by the blood on her new enemies. She rang out in a resounding battle cry that rallied her men behind her. She was untouchable. She also had a nasty habit of collecting a patch of skin from her fallen enemies which she would sew together. After two days end she had made a pair of pants from the skin of her enemy, thus earning her nickname.

The months dragged on with little pause in the battle. Bodies floated lifelessly on the sea floor. The snorks sent wave after wave into our lines. Strange beasts from afar were sent against us, Shark riders, and all manner of warrior fought against us. But we prevailed, and the snork king felt a chill as he felt the tide of battle turn toward our favor. Snork pants fought valiantly through the ranks of the enemy. Fighting with borrowed strength, she reached the kings guard. We fought alongside her in battle fighting with teeth and nail against the snork kings elite guard. We lost many but snork pants broke through and we finished them off. The army fought to regain their king but it was already too late. With one swift move snorkpants made it to the snork king and thrust a spear through his heart. She grabbed him by his snorkel and with her sword she cleaved his head clean and held it high for all to see. Glorious!

The enemy was demoralized and many began to retreat. They had lost, and they knew it. Many were cut down as they ran. The undersea wars had come to a close with the courage and ferocity of snorkpants. She claimed the head of the snork king. A victory was celebrated that evening but snorkpants was nowhere to be found. She had left without saying good bye.

 We all wondered why she left and we could only think it was because she felt she couldnt return to the utopia after what she had become and after all the bloodshed. She walked off the field and she jumped into a watercraft and sailed back toward the surface and made the long trek home.

I missed her. I stayed to help with the repairs of the city, but I missed her. The next year when the city surfaced I took one of the vessels and left in search of her. I returned home to find everything I left behind was also gone. The place I had lived had been demolished long ago. Years passed and I finally found her. She had settled down, got married, and had a few kids. She had changed for the better. Yes she lets her mother in law walk all over her, but only because she does not want to return to bloodshed. I once mistook this for weakness, but nay, she is still as strong as ever and will still fight for what she wants. The only difference being she uses words instead of the tip of the sword. She still has the head of the snork king. Yet another reminder of her past, it is something that keeps her in line.

She will always be held close in my heart as she once fought beside me, but she is far better off where she is now. I also settled down and got married. No children as of yet though. Perhaps someday I will and I will regale them of the stories of my travels and fighting in the undersea wars, and the one warrior who I was close to. Snorkpants. Remember the name, for it will live on in each and every one of your hearts until the end of time.

tl;dr: nothing you should have read the entire thing.

most of you will not know where this started from, snorkpants does and some of the more regular users might know about it.  If you dont, I really dont care go whine about it to someone else.

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80635792/ The origin of Snorkpants <p>The true story of the origin of Snorkpants told from her sword brother, Godliberator.</p> <p>Gather round and hear told the tale spun by the ancients about a place of legend, and the war that nearly caused it to be lost forever.</p> <p>I was but a young man when we set out on our journey. We sailed off into the great green and we did not look back. Our voyage would take us far beyond what any ship captain had sailed before. To the edge of the earth we vowed.</p> <p> We sailed through frozen seas and weathered ferocious storms. We saw things unimaginable to the mind. We sailed the sea for well over a nautical year.We one day sailed into a dense fog. The fog seemed to go on for what felt like ages. When we emerged we were greeted with a sight that to this day will remain ingrained in my head. We had discovered the lost Atlantic Empire. A gigantic dome covered the great utopia. Gigantic vents were letting out huge billows of gas and steam thus attributing to the dense fog. We sailed closer and were intercepted by a strange vessel. Our ship was boarded and we were greeted by an ambassador and an armed guard. We were told that we had in fact stumbled upon the nation of Atlantis and we would be taken into custody. We were taken onto the vessel and watched as our ship was blown to pieces. We were taken through a series of airlocks. The thickness of the dome was massive. At least half a mile in thickness, the dome was built on a massive scale. This place truly was an amazing to see. The area inside was enormous.They brought us before a council and we were asked several questions. We were explained that this civilization became entrusted with power that must be kept a secret. The entire city surfaces once every three years to replenish its oxygen supplies. The city is powered from a fusion reactor. This place is a perfect utopia. They grow and catch all their own food. The air is constantly filtered. This place would be all we ever need. We were eventually given a choice; stay here, or be killed and set adrift.</p> <p> Our choice was easy. We stayed.We lived with the people; we worked hard with the people. We played their games. We lived and we loved, and over time, we were a contributing part of the commune. Everything was shared, there was no jealousy, there was no crime that went without swift punishment; everything was in essence perfect. Everyone had a role to play and they played the role without question. There was a system of government for this utopian republic and it worked perfectly. We had lived there for nearly a decade when they arrived.</p> <p> They rode in on giant seahorses. The nature of these creatures was unsettling. They wore suits that allowed them to breathe in the atmosphere held inside our city. These ambassadors, although English was not their native language they spoke it well. They explained that they wanted our city; they wanted control of the entire sea. We need only give regular tribute and we would be allowed to live in peace under the snork domain, and if we refused to pay regular tribute our city would be destroyed. Our counsel chair thought on this for a moment, and then spoke, We are a simple society, and we built this, our home, centuries ago and have remained a peaceful nation. You come with threats of conquest and death of we do not pay tribute. We have survived much worse than you and we will not pay. With that said the guard drew their weapons and leveled them at the ambassadors. The ambassadors taken back at this said, Do you know the power the snork nation possesses? To go against it would be madness. The chair looked at him and said, Madness.. THIS IS ATLANTIS! And with a swift movement he pulled his weapon and let loose a blast of plasma into the head ambassador. A wash of blue white plasma was let loose into the snork ambassadors. Their bodies were jettisoned into the sea back the way they came. The giant sea horses were let loose to roam where they please. And Atlantis began to prepare for war.</p> <p>We spent the next few months training for an inevitable war. The dome shield was raised. Exterior cannons were built. Suits were distributed for under water breathing. The weapons were distributed through the ranks. Tanks and other vehicles were built. We were prepared.</p> <p>The armies of the snork descended on us. They sent yet another ambassador to speak to us. He asked us to lay down our weapons and bow to the snork king and we would be spared. We refused his offer and cut him down with our cannons. The snork king seeing this sent his armies to attack. Snorkpants was at my side leading us into battle. The battle was awash in plasma fire, and spears. We charged into the snork line and Snorkpants and I drew swords against them. We cut through the line like butter. It was soon all too clear snorkpants was intoxicated by the blood on her new enemies. She rang out in a resounding battle cry that rallied her men behind her. She was untouchable. She also had a nasty habit of collecting a patch of skin from her fallen enemies which she would sew together. After two days end she had made a pair of pants from the skin of her enemy, thus earning her nickname.</p> <p>The months dragged on with little pause in the battle. Bodies floated lifelessly on the sea floor. The snorks sent wave after wave into our lines. Strange beasts from afar were sent against us, Shark riders, and all manner of warrior fought against us. But we prevailed, and the snork king felt a chill as he felt the tide of battle turn toward our favor. Snork pants fought valiantly through the ranks of the enemy. Fighting with borrowed strength, she reached the kings guard. We fought alongside her in battle fighting with teeth and nail against the snork kings elite guard. We lost many but snork pants broke through and we finished them off. The army fought to regain their king but it was already too late. With one swift move snorkpants made it to the snork king and thrust a spear through his heart. She grabbed him by his snorkel and with her sword she cleaved his head clean and held it high for all to see. Glorious!</p> <p>The enemy was demoralized and many began to retreat. They had lost, and they knew it. Many were cut down as they ran. The undersea wars had come to a close with the courage and ferocity of snorkpants. She claimed the head of the snork king. A victory was celebrated that evening but snorkpants was nowhere to be found. She had left without saying good bye.</p> <p> We all wondered why she left and we could only think it was because she felt she couldnt return to the utopia after what she had become and after all the bloodshed. She walked off the field and she jumped into a watercraft and sailed back toward the surface and made the long trek home.</p> <p>I missed her. I stayed to help with the repairs of the city, but I missed her. The next year when the city surfaced I took one of the vessels and left in search of her. I returned home to find everything I left behind was also gone. The place I had lived had been demolished long ago. Years passed and I finally found her. She had settled down, got married, and had a few kids. She had changed for the better. Yes she lets her mother in law walk all over her, but only because she does not want to return to bloodshed. I once mistook this for weakness, but nay, she is still as strong as ever and will still fight for what she wants. The only difference being she uses words instead of the tip of the sword. She still has the head of the snork king. Yet another reminder of her past, it is something that keeps her in line.</p> <p>She will always be held close in my heart as she once fought beside me, but she is far better off where she is now. I also settled down and got married. No children as of yet though. Perhaps someday I will and I will regale them of the stories of my travels and fighting in the undersea wars, and the one warrior who I was close to. Snorkpants. Remember the name, for it will live on in each and every one of your hearts until the end of time.</p> <p>tl;dr: nothing you should have read the entire thing.</p> <p>most of you will not know where this started from, snorkpants does and some of the more regular users might know about it.  If you dont, I really dont care go whine about it to someone else.</p> 80623486 Thu, 30 Apr 2009 21:24:33 -0400 [Blog] Today in History Added: 2009-04-30 21:24:33

 

Back by ever popular demand from a single entity folks!!!! Step right up ladies and gents and hear tales of what once was on this momentous day.  Hear tales of the painter wo looses part of himself to an epic argument.   Hear of tales about justice served to Tojo, thats right folks Tojo himself!  Find out here folks the answer to who was the first person to puke in outer space!  Hear a tale of the day the earth shook in nicaragua....and how nobody cared. MURDER IN THE CIA!!!  Thats right friends, Murder in the CIA!....also suicide on the playground.  Christian slater is a dumbass and cultists are killed. A mayor in scandal....

This and more on....

 

TODAY IN HISTORY!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dec 23 1888

After an argument with fellow painter Paul Gauguin, Vincent van Gogh takes a razor and removes a portion of his left ear. Their quarrel regarded the prostitutes in Arles who seemed to prefer Gauguin over Van Gogh; the painter delivered his ear to one Rachel, who preferred Van Gogh. She fainted.

Dec 23 1948

Japanese Premier Tojo and 6 others hanged by the War Crimes Commission at Sugamo Prison, Tokyo, for the crime of starting an aggressive war.

Dec 23 1968

The first US incident of motion sickness in orbit. Was it Borman, Lovell, or Anders?

Dec 23 1972

Magnitude 6.25 Earthquake destroys central Managua Nicaragua, 10,000 die.

Dec 23 1975

Leftist members of November 17 faction murder Athens CIA station chief Richard Welch.

Dec 23 1985

In a school playground, James Vance presses a shotgun to his chin and pulls the trigger. He and cohort Raymond Belknap had forged a suicide pact while listening to Stained Class by Judas Priest. But where Belknap succeeded, Vance fails. The dumbshit survives, destroying his face. He later uses his disfigurement to his advantage, terrorizing small children on his bicycle. Both kids' parents file suit against the band, but a judge ultimately rejects their subliminal message theory. Vance dies from painkillers on Thanksgiving three years later.

Dec 23 1994

Actor/dumbass Christian Slater arrested while trying to board a plane with a semiautomatic firearm. Community service, boy.

Dec 23 1995

Bodies of 16 members of the Solar Temple cult who had commited suicide are found on a plateau in the French Alps. Their bodies are charred and arranged in a star formation. Causes of death included stabbing, asphyxiation, gunshot, and poisoning. In 1994, 53 other members had suicided in similar fashion.

Dec 23 1997

Mayor Craig Johnson of Snow Hill, MD is arrested on two counts of misconduct in office, after he allows the squad car issued to him to be photographed for a pornographic Internet website "Wetlands". One of the pictures shows Cherie Messner, wife of the Wetlands operator, apparently urinating on the squad car in question.

 

 

 

Thats for you single requesting entity. You know who you are and I hope this made you happy. Thanks for listening,

GodLiberator

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80623486/ Today in History <p> </p> <p>Back by ever popular demand from a single entity folks!!!! Step right up ladies and gents and hear tales of what once was on this momentous day.  Hear tales of the painter wo looses part of himself to an epic argument.   Hear of tales about justice served to Tojo, thats right folks Tojo himself!  Find out here folks the answer to who was the first person to puke in outer space!  Hear a tale of the day the earth shook in nicaragua....and how nobody cared. MURDER IN THE CIA!!!  Thats right friends, Murder in the CIA!....also suicide on the playground.  Christian slater is a dumbass and cultists are killed. A mayor in scandal....</p> <p>This and more on....</p> <p> </p> <p>TODAY IN HISTORY!!!</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><strong>Dec 23 1888</strong></p> <p>After an argument with fellow painter Paul Gauguin, Vincent van Gogh takes a razor and removes a portion of his left ear. Their quarrel regarded the prostitutes in Arles who seemed to prefer Gauguin over Van Gogh; the painter delivered his ear to one Rachel, who preferred Van Gogh. She fainted.</p> <p><strong>Dec 23 1948</strong></p> <p>Japanese Premier Tojo and 6 others hanged by the War Crimes Commission at Sugamo Prison, Tokyo, for the crime of starting an aggressive war.</p> <p><strong>Dec 23 1968</strong></p> <p>The first US incident of motion sickness in orbit. Was it Borman, Lovell, or Anders?</p> <p><strong>Dec 23 1972</strong></p> <p>Magnitude 6.25 Earthquake destroys central Managua Nicaragua, 10,000 die.</p> <p><strong>Dec 23 1975</strong></p> <p>Leftist members of November 17 faction murder Athens CIA station chief Richard Welch.</p> <p><strong>Dec 23 1985</strong></p> <p></p> <p>In a school playground, James Vance presses a shotgun to his chin and pulls the trigger. He and cohort Raymond Belknap had forged a suicide pact while listening to <em>Stained Class</em> by Judas Priest. But where Belknap succeeded, Vance fails. The dumbshit survives, destroying his face. He later uses his disfigurement to his advantage, terrorizing small children on his bicycle. Both kids' parents file suit against the band, but a judge ultimately rejects their subliminal message theory. Vance dies from painkillers on Thanksgiving three years later.</p> <p><strong>Dec 23 1994</strong></p> <p>Actor/dumbass Christian Slater arrested while trying to board a plane with a semiautomatic firearm. Community service, boy.</p> <p><strong>Dec 23 1995</strong></p> <p>Bodies of 16 members of the Solar Temple cult who had commited suicide are found on a plateau in the French Alps. Their bodies are charred and arranged in a star formation. Causes of death included stabbing, asphyxiation, gunshot, and poisoning. In 1994, 53 other members had suicided in similar fashion.</p> <p><strong>Dec 23 1997</strong></p> <p>Mayor Craig Johnson of Snow Hill, MD is arrested on two counts of misconduct in office, after he allows the squad car issued to him to be photographed for a pornographic Internet website "Wetlands". One of the pictures shows Cherie Messner, wife of the Wetlands operator, apparently urinating on the squad car in question.</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>Thats for you single requesting entity. You know who you are and I hope this made you happy. Thanks for listening,</p> <p>GodLiberator</p> 80615536 Wed, 22 Apr 2009 10:12:11 -0400 [Blog] Seeking Secondary Adoption Added: 2009-04-22 10:12:11

Just a note before you read,  I am in an exceptionaly bad mood this morning and this is mainly a vent/rant/release. Do not feel you need to read this as it will more than likely be quite long. But you will probably learn quite a bit about the person behind the sea serpent.

well I am adopted,  I have known this fact my entire life and it is clearly noticed if you hang around my family much.  My brother is also adopted and holds no blood relation to myself or my parents.  

When growing up, you dont notice a whole lot about the flaws your family has.  Hell, you have lived with them for so long you just get used to it.  I moved out when I was 18 and moved in with my now wife.  After working minimum wage hard labor jobs, I decided it was time to get my shit strait and go to school.  So I went to school.....and it broke me....and part time work and fulltime schooling wouldnt allow for myself and my wife to get a place of our own and so I requested to move back in with my family with her and just live in the addition that was put on the house years previous. We thought hey, we have our own door into the addition, we have our own space, we can come down here when we dont want to deal with their shit......and although we can sometimes do that it didnt really work out how we thought.

We have been there a year, mind you I am still pretty young, I am 21 and my wife is 19...I am sure that will suprise a few of you, but hey its the truth. 

My wife has always hated my immediate family and all the family on my dads side.  I now also hate them. I dont mean hate in that they annoy me and I wish they would leave me alone....no sir!  I mean as soon as I can we are gone and they will not see or hear from me for years because I cannot kill them and not be blamed for their deaths or dissaperances kind of hate.

Lets start with my mother, I can get allong with her the best and I feel somewhat sorry for her because of the shit she puts up with from the other two members of my family. She is however nosy as hell and gossips like crazy. Nothing and I do mean nothing is ever kept a secret from anybody and everybody knows your buisness before you even get a chance to tell anybody. An example,  I recently got a job working for IBM, after 20 days on the job I was given a promotion and the title team lead for IMAC support. I thought it was pretty damn good for only being there 20 days.  The next day LOADS of people were congratulating me when I had only told two people, my wife and my mother. and that is how it is with everything that gets said or even overheard. And her biggest flaw is the fact that she still babies my brother!

I will get to my brother in a second. My father, is a two faced, rediculously cheap, packrat of a person.  He is a pastor, and yea I was forced to go to church and private christian school for 18 fucking years....needless to say I dont believe in that bullcrap any more and I am much happier without it.  Not badmouthing you if you believe because I strongly believe in "to each his own" but it just isint for me.  Whenever anyone in my family was accused fo something he always jumped against the family and always expected that we did what was said we did.  He does not keep food in the house but then when he buys food he sets up a budget but buys like 20 cans of diced tomatoes because they were on sale and doesnt get too much else, then says there is plenty of food in the house...ya know I really dont need to go farther into it because its rediculous. The biggest flaw he has is that he is suck a packrat.  He has gone through the trash and pulled out things like moldy straberries because and I quote "there are parts that are still good" they go back in the fridge, nobody eats them and they become a rotten strawberry goo that has then leaked all over the fridge and is nasty as hell. Things like that happen all the time. He doesnt wash dishes, he doesnt do laundry, he doesnt fix anything in the house, and when he cooks he somehow manages to dirty every pot that is available to make one dish, then bitches that the place is a mess!  I could seriously make an entire blog about just him and it would be rediculously long, seriously glad that I do not have blood relation to that.

Finnaly there is my brother,  He is like the catalyst for every thing that goes on in the house. It is almost always his fault.  He is 19 years old, he does nothing all day, He wakes up mid day, goes into the bathroom for an hour, (Does not take a shower because the water never turns on while he is in there) he then moves into a combination of watching tv, eating, being on the computer, or playing video games, he then spends the rest of the day doing that or arguing with my dad because my dad is pissed that he does nothing all fucking day and does not even attempt at cleaning anything or looking for a job. He is probably close to three hundred pounds in weight and everything is done for him by my parents, and I do mean everything, He will still cry and whine like a child if he doesnt get his way and my parents dont want to hear him bitching so they give him what he wants.

Myself and my wife have cleaned that entire house, the refrigerator, I installed two new ceiling fans to make the room look nice, I fixed the vent fans in the bathrooms, and countless repairs and in two weeks time everything is back to looking trashy!  We cleaned out the refrigerator throuwing away things that expired as far back in 1992 and got bitched at for throwing out good food!

We pretty much keep to ourselves, We buy our own food and keep it in our room, we do our own laundry with our own detergent that we go out an buy, and pretty much anything else that is ours we take care of ourselves.  I pay my dad 200 bucks a month rent and I take care of most of the repairs and maintenance inside and outside of the house. 

I just dont think we should be treated the way we are being treated and I am hoping when my friend gets back from his advanced training, I will finnaly be able to take off out of that hell hole and not look back for quite some time.

I again apologize for putting all of you through that but I needed to get that out of my system somewhere. Thanks for listening folks,

This has been another moment from,GodLiberator

tl;dr: I hate my family, thank jeebus I am adopted!

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80615536/ Seeking Secondary Adoption <p>Just a note before you read,  I am in an exceptionaly bad mood this morning and this is mainly a vent/rant/release. Do not feel you need to read this as it will more than likely be quite long. But you will probably learn quite a bit about the person behind the sea serpent.</p> <p>well I am adopted,  I have known this fact my entire life and it is clearly noticed if you hang around my family much.  My brother is also adopted and holds no blood relation to myself or my parents.  </p> <p>When growing up, you dont notice a whole lot about the flaws your family has.  Hell, you have lived with them for so long you just get used to it.  I moved out when I was 18 and moved in with my now wife.  After working minimum wage hard labor jobs, I decided it was time to get my shit strait and go to school.  So I went to school.....and it broke me....and part time work and fulltime schooling wouldnt allow for myself and my wife to get a place of our own and so I requested to move back in with my family with her and just live in the addition that was put on the house years previous. We thought hey, we have our own door into the addition, we have our own space, we can come down here when we dont want to deal with their shit......and although we can sometimes do that it didnt really work out how we thought.</p> <p>We have been there a year, mind you I am still pretty young, I am 21 and my wife is 19...I am sure that will suprise a few of you, but hey its the truth. </p> <p>My wife has always hated my immediate family and all the family on my dads side.  I now also hate them. I dont mean hate in that they annoy me and I wish they would leave me alone....no sir!  I mean as soon as I can we are gone and they will not see or hear from me for years because I cannot kill them and not be blamed for their deaths or dissaperances kind of hate.</p> <p>Lets start with my mother, I can get allong with her the best and I feel somewhat sorry for her because of the shit she puts up with from the other two members of my family. She is however nosy as hell and gossips like crazy. Nothing and I do mean nothing is ever kept a secret from anybody and everybody knows your buisness before you even get a chance to tell anybody. An example,  I recently got a job working for IBM, after 20 days on the job I was given a promotion and the title team lead for IMAC support. I thought it was pretty damn good for only being there 20 days.  The next day LOADS of people were congratulating me when I had only told two people, my wife and my mother. and that is how it is with everything that gets said or even overheard. And her biggest flaw is the fact that she still babies my brother!</p> <p>I will get to my brother in a second. My father, is a two faced, rediculously cheap, packrat of a person.  He is a pastor, and yea I was forced to go to church and private christian school for 18 fucking years....needless to say I dont believe in that bullcrap any more and I am much happier without it.  Not badmouthing you if you believe because I strongly believe in "to each his own" but it just isint for me.  Whenever anyone in my family was accused fo something he always jumped against the family and always expected that we did what was said we did.  He does not keep food in the house but then when he buys food he sets up a budget but buys like 20 cans of diced tomatoes because they were on sale and doesnt get too much else, then says there is plenty of food in the house...ya know I really dont need to go farther into it because its rediculous. The biggest flaw he has is that he is suck a packrat.  He has gone through the trash and pulled out things like moldy straberries because and I quote "there are parts that are still good" they go back in the fridge, nobody eats them and they become a rotten strawberry goo that has then leaked all over the fridge and is nasty as hell. Things like that happen all the time. He doesnt wash dishes, he doesnt do laundry, he doesnt fix anything in the house, and when he cooks he somehow manages to dirty every pot that is available to make one dish, then bitches that the place is a mess!  I could seriously make an entire blog about just him and it would be rediculously long, seriously glad that I do not have blood relation to that.</p> <p>Finnaly there is my brother,  He is like the catalyst for every thing that goes on in the house. It is almost always his fault.  He is 19 years old, he does nothing all day, He wakes up mid day, goes into the bathroom for an hour, (Does not take a shower because the water never turns on while he is in there) he then moves into a combination of watching tv, eating, being on the computer, or playing video games, he then spends the rest of the day doing that or arguing with my dad because my dad is pissed that he does nothing all fucking day and does not even attempt at cleaning anything or looking for a job. He is probably close to three hundred pounds in weight and everything is done for him by my parents, and I do mean everything, He will still cry and whine like a child if he doesnt get his way and my parents dont want to hear him bitching so they give him what he wants.</p> <p>Myself and my wife have cleaned that entire house, the refrigerator, I installed two new ceiling fans to make the room look nice, I fixed the vent fans in the bathrooms, and countless repairs and in two weeks time everything is back to looking trashy!  We cleaned out the refrigerator throuwing away things that expired as far back in 1992 and got bitched at for throwing out good food!</p> <p>We pretty much keep to ourselves, We buy our own food and keep it in our room, we do our own laundry with our own detergent that we go out an buy, and pretty much anything else that is ours we take care of ourselves.  I pay my dad 200 bucks a month rent and I take care of most of the repairs and maintenance inside and outside of the house. </p> <p>I just dont think we should be treated the way we are being treated and I am hoping when my friend gets back from his advanced training, I will finnaly be able to take off out of that hell hole and not look back for quite some time.</p> <p>I again apologize for putting all of you through that but I needed to get that out of my system somewhere. Thanks for listening folks,</p> <p>This has been another moment from,GodLiberator</p> <p>tl;dr: I hate my family, thank jeebus I am adopted!</p> 80612680 Sun, 19 Apr 2009 09:35:33 -0400 [Blog] Challenge Answered Added: 2009-04-19 09:35:33

This one is going to be quite long so just bear with me here guys. I was challenged by the ever eloquent squaa to write a blog of excellence. He has spun many a tale and dazzled us with his expert word smithing. Squaa I am answering your challenge and I can only hope to have you satisfied by the tales I am about to spin. Getting on with the story, I had a great weekend. I spent the past two days out of state in Georgia and South Carolina. One of my best friends growing up graduated from Marine Corps boot camp this weekend. I could not miss this and so myself and my wife made the trip to Paris Island to see him get his eagle globe and anchor and earn his title. This was the first time in the six years we have been together that my wife and I were going out of state. Needless to say the week prior was full of bull crap that made leaving and having fun all the more sweet. I have given you all numerous rants about my job and let me tell you, this week has given me a few to unleash down the road. It was mainly the usual, Users being complete assholes, ding dings(props to the marine corps staff sergent who clued me in on these classifying words)that cant speak english, and to top it all, my cat was killed while I was at work by two dogs. I loved him and I miss him and that was a truly crappy day. We finally left town and started our trip into GA, savanna was only about a two hour drive and traffic was great all the way there as soon as we left the border. We were looking to be able to relax and have some privacy for a change and do the nasty as loud and slopily as possible. That was the plan anyways. We make it to the hotel and everything was great and the room looked fantastic. King sized bed with a foam mattress. Avert your eyes folks it was about to get nasty. As it turned out though, neither of us had eaten anything all day so the nasty would have to wait. It was around 9 when we walked into our restaurant of choice. We ate paid our bill, tipped the tallest lankiest waiter I have ever seen and headed back to the hotel. Boom, back in the room and into the shower. Things started to heat up quick.... looking back it could have just been because the water was set too hot. She seemed tired but I paid no attention, she went out and laid down on the bed, and she instantly fell asleep. wah wah waahhh. I just lost at plunko, or whatever the kids are calling it now a days. Damn those serta foam mattresses! Moving on we awoke early the next morning, I had to fight the mattress with all my strength to pry her from its grips. We ate breakfast at the hotel and found out that smuckers cannot make syrup to save their lives, It was thicker than caramel and stuck to everything. you had to chew it along with your waffle but it did taste great. We made it to Paris Island and let me first say I understand why a lot of marines stationed at Paris Island and Camp Lejune hate AT&T. I have no trouble with them in florida but as soon as you hit south carolina and head north a ways you have little to no service. I apologize for these rabbit trails I go off on but you all will get over them, because it is going to happen again. The thing about Paris Island is that it is a beautiful place but it is hell for each and every recruit to grace it with its presence for those thirteen weeks. If some of you cannot understand the what makes a marine a marine, I sincerely suggest you do some research. The marines are a seperate branch of the military because they have far higher standards and they hold far higher traditions. If you have never seen a graduation it is really something to see. 500 new marines sounding off to "good morning sir" is something that once you see it for the first time you actually shit bricks. The Corps will change you once you join. Honor courage and commitment. You hold your head high and proud. Dealing with those sand fleas for thirteen weeks will make you a hard ass real quick. The first thing my buddie did when he was dismissed is mess with a new recruit. As soon as he was off the parade deck; there he was fucking with a recruit on day ten. Great stuff. The DI's are some of the hardest marines alive. They exonerate the title of Marine in their every action. The saying goes, A DI can take you and quarterdeck you all day and you will be worn out for 5 min. Senior will quarterdeck you for 5 min and you will be worn out all day. As I said before, if you have never made it to Paris Island once in your life. It is a place to see, It is beautiful but for the recruits it is truly a hell. The title is earned after those thirteen weeks and you will be a Marine for the rest of your life. Once a marine always a marine. oo-rah Now that I have Kaustic all teary eyed, I will move on. We made it back to the hotel and once again we were prepared to do the nasty. We skiped the shower and let me tell you it made quite a difference...a squealing good difference. Savannah, is completly over rated. Everybody there is either old and rich or a brainwashed college student that believes meat is murder and all that bullcrap. Every store is either run by hippies or excentric artsies. Everything is overpriced and it feels nothing like a southern town with good old fashioned southern hospitality...there was in fact no southern hospitality and the tea was probably not even sweet. Just sayin I dont plan on going back any time soon to downtown savanah. Back to the hotel and this time the serta grabbed me in its comforting embrace and I was lost in the abyss that is the inner recesses of my mind where all possibilities become endless. Once again I say damn serta and their comfortable foam mattress! My wife tried to take advantage of me and the mattress spoke for me and shrugged her off and rolled me over. I have no recollection of any of this and yet she was angry at me the next morning when she explained my bodies actions to me. I had no idea serta actually had mattresses that could actually take control of your bodies but this mattress had done exactly that and that is the only explanation for it, again damn serta! We checked out the next morning after some wakeup nookie of course. We ate breakfast and once again chewed our syrup( it seriously tastes good enough to deal with chewing it). We decided we did not want to go home and so we made the trek further south past where we reside to her parents house. As it turns out those two convicts that escaped form prison and killed one of their grandmothers for her car, they actually lived down the road from where her parents live. Police and Swat had checkpoints every 20 yards on the road I kid you not. They were apparently tipped off that they were headed home. Every single resident including her parents were packing some serious heat. People sitting on the front porches wielding shotguns, assault rifles, and pistols on their hips. Some were just waiting for something to pop off. It was great. They caught both of them later that evening when they got into town. They really didnt have a chance. So here I sit, typing away and hoping that this has answered the challenge from squaa quite well. I have more in store for the future for yall to enjoy, squaa I hope this satisfies your thirst for blog. My weekend was great and I am not looking forward to heading back to work. Just expect a few more blogs to be tossed your way in the near future. Always remember... This has been another moment by GodLiberator.

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80612680/ Challenge Answered <p>This one is going to be quite long so just bear with me here guys. I was challenged by the ever eloquent squaa to write a blog of excellence. He has spun many a tale and dazzled us with his expert word smithing. Squaa I am answering your challenge and I can only hope to have you satisfied by the tales I am about to spin. Getting on with the story, I had a great weekend. I spent the past two days out of state in Georgia and South Carolina. One of my best friends growing up graduated from Marine Corps boot camp this weekend. I could not miss this and so myself and my wife made the trip to Paris Island to see him get his eagle globe and anchor and earn his title. This was the first time in the six years we have been together that my wife and I were going out of state. Needless to say the week prior was full of bull crap that made leaving and having fun all the more sweet. I have given you all numerous rants about my job and let me tell you, this week has given me a few to unleash down the road. It was mainly the usual, Users being complete assholes, ding dings(props to the marine corps staff sergent who clued me in on these classifying words)that cant speak english, and to top it all, my cat was killed while I was at work by two dogs. I loved him and I miss him and that was a truly crappy day. We finally left town and started our trip into GA, savanna was only about a two hour drive and traffic was great all the way there as soon as we left the border. We were looking to be able to relax and have some privacy for a change and do the nasty as loud and slopily as possible. That was the plan anyways. We make it to the hotel and everything was great and the room looked fantastic. King sized bed with a foam mattress. Avert your eyes folks it was about to get nasty. As it turned out though, neither of us had eaten anything all day so the nasty would have to wait. It was around 9 when we walked into our restaurant of choice. We ate paid our bill, tipped the tallest lankiest waiter I have ever seen and headed back to the hotel. Boom, back in the room and into the shower. Things started to heat up quick.... looking back it could have just been because the water was set too hot. She seemed tired but I paid no attention, she went out and laid down on the bed, and she instantly fell asleep. wah wah waahhh. I just lost at plunko, or whatever the kids are calling it now a days. Damn those serta foam mattresses! Moving on we awoke early the next morning, I had to fight the mattress with all my strength to pry her from its grips. We ate breakfast at the hotel and found out that smuckers cannot make syrup to save their lives, It was thicker than caramel and stuck to everything. you had to chew it along with your waffle but it did taste great. We made it to Paris Island and let me first say I understand why a lot of marines stationed at Paris Island and Camp Lejune hate AT&amp;T. I have no trouble with them in florida but as soon as you hit south carolina and head north a ways you have little to no service. I apologize for these rabbit trails I go off on but you all will get over them, because it is going to happen again. The thing about Paris Island is that it is a beautiful place but it is hell for each and every recruit to grace it with its presence for those thirteen weeks. If some of you cannot understand the what makes a marine a marine, I sincerely suggest you do some research. The marines are a seperate branch of the military because they have far higher standards and they hold far higher traditions. If you have never seen a graduation it is really something to see. 500 new marines sounding off to "good morning sir" is something that once you see it for the first time you actually shit bricks. The Corps will change you once you join. Honor courage and commitment. You hold your head high and proud. Dealing with those sand fleas for thirteen weeks will make you a hard ass real quick. The first thing my buddie did when he was dismissed is mess with a new recruit. As soon as he was off the parade deck; there he was fucking with a recruit on day ten. Great stuff. The DI's are some of the hardest marines alive. They exonerate the title of Marine in their every action. The saying goes, A DI can take you and quarterdeck you all day and you will be worn out for 5 min. Senior will quarterdeck you for 5 min and you will be worn out all day. As I said before, if you have never made it to Paris Island once in your life. It is a place to see, It is beautiful but for the recruits it is truly a hell. The title is earned after those thirteen weeks and you will be a Marine for the rest of your life. Once a marine always a marine. oo-rah Now that I have Kaustic all teary eyed, I will move on. We made it back to the hotel and once again we were prepared to do the nasty. We skiped the shower and let me tell you it made quite a difference...a squealing good difference. Savannah, is completly over rated. Everybody there is either old and rich or a brainwashed college student that believes meat is murder and all that bullcrap. Every store is either run by hippies or excentric artsies. Everything is overpriced and it feels nothing like a southern town with good old fashioned southern hospitality...there was in fact no southern hospitality and the tea was probably not even sweet. Just sayin I dont plan on going back any time soon to downtown savanah. Back to the hotel and this time the serta grabbed me in its comforting embrace and I was lost in the abyss that is the inner recesses of my mind where all possibilities become endless. Once again I say damn serta and their comfortable foam mattress! My wife tried to take advantage of me and the mattress spoke for me and shrugged her off and rolled me over. I have no recollection of any of this and yet she was angry at me the next morning when she explained my bodies actions to me. I had no idea serta actually had mattresses that could actually take control of your bodies but this mattress had done exactly that and that is the only explanation for it, again damn serta! We checked out the next morning after some wakeup nookie of course. We ate breakfast and once again chewed our syrup( it seriously tastes good enough to deal with chewing it). We decided we did not want to go home and so we made the trek further south past where we reside to her parents house. As it turns out those two convicts that escaped form prison and killed one of their grandmothers for her car, they actually lived down the road from where her parents live. Police and Swat had checkpoints every 20 yards on the road I kid you not. They were apparently tipped off that they were headed home. Every single resident including her parents were packing some serious heat. People sitting on the front porches wielding shotguns, assault rifles, and pistols on their hips. Some were just waiting for something to pop off. It was great. They caught both of them later that evening when they got into town. They really didnt have a chance. So here I sit, typing away and hoping that this has answered the challenge from squaa quite well. I have more in store for the future for yall to enjoy, squaa I hope this satisfies your thirst for blog. My weekend was great and I am not looking forward to heading back to work. Just expect a few more blogs to be tossed your way in the near future. Always remember... This has been another moment by GodLiberator.</p> 80607680 Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:35:45 -0400 [Blog] just another moment Added: 2009-04-14 13:35:45
It has been a couple days since I wrote anything and in those two days things that have pissed me off have happened. So, prepare to enjoy a moment from Godliberator Why is it, that wen people drive and the sky decides to let loose a bit of rain, people go from decent drivers to retards in the hundred meter dash in the olypics. (I mean that is the nicest sence) They drive like the roads arent slick and that it is just fine to go ninety down the freeway. I sometimes see one of them up the road in their new mangled wreck because they decided to use one of their brighter moments. (serious nominations for the darwin awards need to be given here folks) I laugh my ass off at them every single time. Sure I may be an insensitive prick but hey it is one less irresponsible retard on the road. I hate how self centered people can sometimes be.(hold onto your butts godlib is about to get political(and slightly racist(but I mean it in a good way))) In the city I live a large share of the population is black. A lot of them are actually decent human beings. The rest act like animals, they act like the world owes them something, they act like everything should be given to them. They are the most ignorant wastes of space on this earth. Especially since we got a president that is black. I have serious issues with this presidency so far and its starting to look like america will be made a fool of. I cant wait to see the riots that will ensue once they ffind out their savior will not be providing for them...just like every other president before him. The thing about this country is was built with hard work, it was built with blood and sweat. This country rose from under a tyrany, survived through turmoils, and beaten back opposition. This country is the strongest country in the world and we did not get there by being nice. This presidency will be just like the ones before it. Yea he is making some moves that is stirring up a lot of questions and some are wondering if he really knows what he is doing. (my guess is no) I see this whole thing like one ticking timebomb just waiting to explode. All it needs is that one catalyst and Boom! Anarchy, Riots, Martial Law. The War Room secretaries said it themselves, if things keep going the way they are going, America will tear itself appart. Economic depression that will continously get worse with every socialist act our president attepmts to pass. Taking away constitutional rights set in place by our nations founding fathers. A storm is coming and its not going to be pretty. Feel free to stand by his words, I will stick to standing by with my hollow points. This has been another moment from Godliberator PS- I am going to be away for a week, so you will not hear a peep from me after today until next monday probably. I know the trolls that have recently wandered in here will be happy. Keep things on lock while I am away. ]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80607680/ just another moment It has been a couple days since I wrote anything and in those two days things that have pissed me off have happened. So, prepare to enjoy a moment from Godliberator Why is it, that wen people drive and the sky decides to let loose a bit of rain, people go from decent drivers to retards in the hundred meter dash in the olypics. (I mean that is the nicest sence) They drive like the roads arent slick and that it is just fine to go ninety down the freeway. I sometimes see one of them up the road in their new mangled wreck because they decided to use one of their brighter moments. (serious nominations for the darwin awards need to be given here folks) I laugh my ass off at them every single time. Sure I may be an insensitive prick but hey it is one less irresponsible retard on the road. I hate how self centered people can sometimes be.(hold onto your butts godlib is about to get political(and slightly racist(but I mean it in a good way))) In the city I live a large share of the population is black. A lot of them are actually decent human beings. The rest act like animals, they act like the world owes them something, they act like everything should be given to them. They are the most ignorant wastes of space on this earth. Especially since we got a president that is black. I have serious issues with this presidency so far and its starting to look like america will be made a fool of. I cant wait to see the riots that will ensue once they ffind out their savior will not be providing for them...just like every other president before him. The thing about this country is was built with hard work, it was built with blood and sweat. This country rose from under a tyrany, survived through turmoils, and beaten back opposition. This country is the strongest country in the world and we did not get there by being nice. This presidency will be just like the ones before it. Yea he is making some moves that is stirring up a lot of questions and some are wondering if he really knows what he is doing. (my guess is no) I see this whole thing like one ticking timebomb just waiting to explode. All it needs is that one catalyst and Boom! Anarchy, Riots, Martial Law. The War Room secretaries said it themselves, if things keep going the way they are going, America will tear itself appart. Economic depression that will continously get worse with every socialist act our president attepmts to pass. Taking away constitutional rights set in place by our nations founding fathers. A storm is coming and its not going to be pretty. Feel free to stand by his words, I will stick to standing by with my hollow points. This has been another moment from Godliberator PS- I am going to be away for a week, so you will not hear a peep from me after today until next monday probably. I know the trolls that have recently wandered in here will be happy. Keep things on lock while I am away. 80602109 Thu, 09 Apr 2009 15:25:03 -0400 [Blog] A moment from Godliberator. Added: 2009-04-09 15:25:03

well guys, here it goes.  I am going on a rant. I love my job to death but I hate people. My job unfortunately requires me to deal with people commonly refered to in my buisness as the "end user".  I help our IT team manage over 3000 individual users.  They range from VIP's to lowly interns.  We make sure that they have a company laptop/desktop and that they are placed securely onto the network with a secure ID and that they and their information is secure.  That is the easy part.  They tend to break things, they tend to corrupt the information, they tend to download viruses, and other such things.  We are always on our toes here.

The users themselves can be sometimes friendly or sometimes can just be plain assholes.  The nice ones are easy to get along with and have learned that age old rule dont fuck with the guy who fixes your shit. If you are like me, and you actually can fix most things by yourself so I dont deal with other guys who fix things too often, but when I do I definately do not fuck with them. Some people can be just strait assholes some days.  Where I work our team knows the assholes already and we all hate to do things for those users because it will never be fun. They always want something for nothing. We have protocalls to follow and they thing that when they call you once for a specific issue that you are there to help them the rest of the day, and when you tell them that they must issue a ticket for every other issue they have they get pissed, and do they talk to your boss?  No!, they talk to your bosses bosses boss...and then it becomes a shit storm super quick and it never ends well for us because the IT guys are always the ones at fault.

All of that only gets worse when the user does not speak english very well at all. where I work they have insourssed a good chunk of india, china, russia, ireland, netherland, and god knows where else to work here.  most of them you have no problem understand because well they learn english before they come here.  The indians can speak english but they speak so softly  and mumble through their sentences that you cant understand a word they say.  The russians are almost as bad except that they actually speak up andtalk with a very heavy accent. Really, it is only one russian user who is like this. But again wants something for nothing every single time.

The thing is, anything that goes wrong is never their fault. They ask the most retarted questions and get help for the most retarted things. ( my monitor is blank, what do I do?  Turn it on....) Seriously folks sometimes.....

But I digress. 

This has been a moment from,

Godliberator

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80602109/ A moment from Godliberator. <p>well guys, here it goes.  I am going on a rant. I love my job to death but I hate people. My job unfortunately requires me to deal with people commonly refered to in my buisness as the "end user".  I help our IT team manage over 3000 individual users.  They range from VIP's to lowly interns.  We make sure that they have a company laptop/desktop and that they are placed securely onto the network with a secure ID and that they and their information is secure.  That is the easy part.  They tend to break things, they tend to corrupt the information, they tend to download viruses, and other such things.  We are always on our toes here.</p> <p>The users themselves can be sometimes friendly or sometimes can just be plain assholes.  The nice ones are easy to get along with and have learned that age old rule dont fuck with the guy who fixes your shit. If you are like me, and you actually can fix most things by yourself so I dont deal with other guys who fix things too often, but when I do I definately do not fuck with them. Some people can be just strait assholes some days.  Where I work our team knows the assholes already and we all hate to do things for those users because it will never be fun. They always want something for nothing. We have protocalls to follow and they thing that when they call you once for a specific issue that you are there to help them the rest of the day, and when you tell them that they must issue a ticket for every other issue they have they get pissed, and do they talk to your boss?  No!, they talk to your bosses bosses boss...and then it becomes a shit storm super quick and it never ends well for us because the IT guys are always the ones at fault.</p> <p>All of that only gets worse when the user does not speak english very well at all. where I work they have insourssed a good chunk of india, china, russia, ireland, netherland, and god knows where else to work here.  most of them you have no problem understand because well they learn english before they come here.  The indians can speak english but they speak so softly  and mumble through their sentences that you cant understand a word they say.  The russians are almost as bad except that they actually speak up andtalk with a very heavy accent. Really, it is only one russian user who is like this. But again wants something for nothing every single time.</p> <p>The thing is, anything that goes wrong is never their fault. They ask the most retarted questions and get help for the most retarted things. ( my monitor is blank, what do I do?  Turn it on....) Seriously folks sometimes.....</p> <p>But I digress. </p> <p>This has been a moment from,</p> <p>Godliberator</p> 80601769 Thu, 09 Apr 2009 08:19:21 -0400 [Blog] Young Warrior Added: 2009-04-09 08:19:21

Well I wrote a little short story a while ago and if you have been to the other site you have already read it. I figured that I would post over here for those of you who have not seen it. I am working on more stories as I get free time and I have a few rants in store for down the road. So enjoy:

 

 

 

Young Warrior:He stood by the bank of the river and he could see the fires of battle still burning. He in his few years alive had seen many things, and traveled to distant lands with men, hardened by war, in search of glory. He had seen cowards flee and heros fall. He was still young to be in battle, but he was proud to be chosen as shield bearer and aide to the general himself. He had seen the bloodlust in the eyes of the combatants and he saw the ferocity they fought with for their king. He fought alongside them with the same ferocity and the same prowess. He was still a young man, strong though he may be; he still had much to learn, he knew. He had already fought in seven battles where the fighting was intense. He was praised by several men for his integrity in battle and his skills with the blade had grown immensely since his first skirmish. The soldiers taught him much and he respected each and every one of them. As always with the good, will come the bad, as he had learned. He had seen many a friend fall to the sword of the enemy. He saw the ruins of cities, smelled the scent of burned and decaying flesh. He saw the atrocities that war brought. He had grown accustomed to it. He ignored it mostly.He watched the men closely. He was always curious as to why the men would sacrifice to their gods. He had never actually seen a god and he never believed in prophecies of old men told over again by others. The general had told him that in battle, victory can be achieved against insurmountable odds, so long as men fight with their hearts, the men believe that they have a god behind them, and they will fight as though they were immortal. If they believe that they have angered the same god they will falter in battle as they have clouded their mind and give in to the sword. He had seen this to be true, some battles were fought where they were outnumbered and yet the men would not fail, they fought as though they could not die, they fought with everything they had and they won the day.The young man now was standing by the river contemplating everything he had been through, everything he had been taught, and everything he had seen. He stood there and watched as the enemy advanced. His general stood beside him as a godlike man, dressed in full bronze armor. This small bridge was their latest obstacle in their path of conquer. The general looked over and said to him may Apollo bless your blade today, he then shouted into his ranks We have come this far, we have vanquished our foe, they fear us this day!! A resounding cry went out from the men surrounding us. Hold the line, and do not falter, Apollo will see us through this day my brothers. The general placed his helm on his head and charged the enemy line, His men followed after. They smashed into the enemy line with a great force and forced many back. The young man dodged as a blade sliced at his throat, he quickly sliced his sword down through the mans groin. The man fell and he sent another slice across his throat. He quickly reflected a thrown lance off of his shield and clashed blades with another attacker as he turned. He sent his head smashing into the mans face and quickly sent a slice to the mans throat. He fought on hard and risked looking for his general; he could see him far into the enemy line, fighting like a mad man. He began to fight his way towards his general. He sent a slice to the arm of an attacker who was in motion to send a killing blow to another comrade. The arm was nearly sliced from him. The man fell back from the vicious slice and was then lanced into the chest by another. The young mans general was fighting with everything he had and he was slowly making his way to him, but the farther he got the farther into the battle the general went. He sent his blade into the throat of another attacker as he parried his attack with his shield. He felt a sharp pain in his side and looked down to see the injured man with blood pouring from the hideous wound in his neck had lashed out with a dagger in his dying breath. The young man pulled the dagger from his side and saw the blood flow. He continued to fight and felled another man as he attacked. He sidestepped a hard swing from another attacker and sent his blade deep into the mans chest. An explosion of blood came from the back of the man as he wrenched his blade from within his enemy. He then felt the battle turn in their favor. He watched men begin to retreat. The hardened soldiers of the enemy stayed and slowly defended their retreat. He sent his blade through the chest of another attacking enemy and paused to look for his general. The pain in his side great and he felt weak. His sword felt heavy in his hand. He saw his general. The man has led his army to victory. The men around him were fighting with their hearts for their general and they let out a cry as they knew the enemy was soon finished. The young man felt at peace and turned back in time to see the blade that sent him walking the field of Elysium. Tonight he would dine with heroes long gone. He would sit in the company of great men and hear tales of great glory. He would eat and laugh and he would forever be at peace.

__________________ ]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80601769/ Young Warrior <p>Well I wrote a little short story a while ago and if you have been to the other site you have already read it. I figured that I would post over here for those of you who have not seen it. I am working on more stories as I get free time and I have a few rants in store for down the road. So enjoy:</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>Young Warrior:He stood by the bank of the river and he could see the fires of battle still burning. He in his few years alive had seen many things, and traveled to distant lands with men, hardened by war, in search of glory. He had seen cowards flee and heros fall. He was still young to be in battle, but he was proud to be chosen as shield bearer and aide to the general himself. He had seen the bloodlust in the eyes of the combatants and he saw the ferocity they fought with for their king. He fought alongside them with the same ferocity and the same prowess. He was still a young man, strong though he may be; he still had much to learn, he knew. He had already fought in seven battles where the fighting was intense. He was praised by several men for his integrity in battle and his skills with the blade had grown immensely since his first skirmish. The soldiers taught him much and he respected each and every one of them. As always with the good, will come the bad, as he had learned. He had seen many a friend fall to the sword of the enemy. He saw the ruins of cities, smelled the scent of burned and decaying flesh. He saw the atrocities that war brought. He had grown accustomed to it. He ignored it mostly.He watched the men closely. He was always curious as to why the men would sacrifice to their gods. He had never actually seen a god and he never believed in prophecies of old men told over again by others. The general had told him that in battle, victory can be achieved against insurmountable odds, so long as men fight with their hearts, the men believe that they have a god behind them, and they will fight as though they were immortal. If they believe that they have angered the same god they will falter in battle as they have clouded their mind and give in to the sword. He had seen this to be true, some battles were fought where they were outnumbered and yet the men would not fail, they fought as though they could not die, they fought with everything they had and they won the day.The young man now was standing by the river contemplating everything he had been through, everything he had been taught, and everything he had seen. He stood there and watched as the enemy advanced. His general stood beside him as a godlike man, dressed in full bronze armor. This small bridge was their latest obstacle in their path of conquer. The general looked over and said to him may Apollo bless your blade today, he then shouted into his ranks We have come this far, we have vanquished our foe, they fear us this day!! A resounding cry went out from the men surrounding us. Hold the line, and do not falter, Apollo will see us through this day my brothers. The general placed his helm on his head and charged the enemy line, His men followed after. They smashed into the enemy line with a great force and forced many back. The young man dodged as a blade sliced at his throat, he quickly sliced his sword down through the mans groin. The man fell and he sent another slice across his throat. He quickly reflected a thrown lance off of his shield and clashed blades with another attacker as he turned. He sent his head smashing into the mans face and quickly sent a slice to the mans throat. He fought on hard and risked looking for his general; he could see him far into the enemy line, fighting like a mad man. He began to fight his way towards his general. He sent a slice to the arm of an attacker who was in motion to send a killing blow to another comrade. The arm was nearly sliced from him. The man fell back from the vicious slice and was then lanced into the chest by another. The young mans general was fighting with everything he had and he was slowly making his way to him, but the farther he got the farther into the battle the general went. He sent his blade into the throat of another attacker as he parried his attack with his shield. He felt a sharp pain in his side and looked down to see the injured man with blood pouring from the hideous wound in his neck had lashed out with a dagger in his dying breath. The young man pulled the dagger from his side and saw the blood flow. He continued to fight and felled another man as he attacked. He sidestepped a hard swing from another attacker and sent his blade deep into the mans chest. An explosion of blood came from the back of the man as he wrenched his blade from within his enemy. He then felt the battle turn in their favor. He watched men begin to retreat. The hardened soldiers of the enemy stayed and slowly defended their retreat. He sent his blade through the chest of another attacking enemy and paused to look for his general. The pain in his side great and he felt weak. His sword felt heavy in his hand. He saw his general. The man has led his army to victory. The men around him were fighting with their hearts for their general and they let out a cry as they knew the enemy was soon finished. The young man felt at peace and turned back in time to see the blade that sent him walking the field of Elysium. Tonight he would dine with heroes long gone. He would sit in the company of great men and hear tales of great glory. He would eat and laugh and he would forever be at peace. </p> __________________ 80599456 Tue, 07 Apr 2009 08:57:56 -0400 [Blog] Reconstruction Added: 2009-04-07 08:57:56

So I have been saying the rules need to be followed. I know that the rules were removed from this section when CJ was removed from the site. In my opinion she did a great job as moderator and now we have been left without a moderator at all. Yes, yes anarchy did reign supreme and everyone had their fun. A lot of crap was overrun on this section in that time and it was literaly like a firestorm. 

I left the site at that point because well although I dont have loyalties to ebaum or his staff I enjoyed reading what a lot of the regular users had to say, and most of them went to the new site. Some stayed and some went to both.

The firestorm of garbage that was posted has for the most part stopped, but now is the time for reconstruction. Lets as a group bring this section back into its former glory.

I say we come together as a group and make a new set of rules. Let us set ourselves apart from the forum, the current events, and the live chat sections. This section was always known as the tougher of the three in regards to gaining respect. We didnt lower our standards to the idocy of the forums, nor did we get as uptight as the current events users. Nobody really cared about the live chat people because they are also in a world of their own.

I have been unable to locate a written copy of the old rules, if any users out ther actually saved them please do not hesitate to forward them to me.

Here is my submission for the new rules, I am going to keep a lot of thigns somewhat the same but feel free to comment and make additional sugestions. I say again this is not set in stone just a suggestion as to how we can police ourselves in our state of martial law.

 

Blogs must be written by you and must be your original content.

Blogs cannot be copy/paste unless the particular article that you copy pasted is particularly unique/interesting/funny or it ties into your blog to prove a point. You must also write no less than two sentcences of original content per paragraph of copy/paste.

Blogs that do nothing but flame or bash some other user must be labled as a battle blog. The purpose of this is strictly to call out another member of the Blog section on something that was said. The user who has been called out may also write a rebutle battle blog to clear his name in the dispute. The blog community will vote on the winner and the dispute will be settled at that point and nothing more will be said from either one of the users.

Blogs must be more than one paragraph. A blog that contains nothing more than a couple sencences cannot be considered a blog and is far better suited for the forums or Live Chat.

Blogs must be written with some level of gramatical correctness. Propper punctuation and spelling are definate musts when writing a blog.

 

Those are just the basics, There is more things try to have a point when writing and nobody wants to hear you whine ever...but that all deals with the level.

For the most part the rules there should help with a lot of the garbage. We are without a moderator to actually enforce this so we must police ourselves to see to it that some set of rules is put into action.  There is a lot of room to work with those basic set of rules and if anyone has any more suggestions as to rules to be enstated comment on this or submit your own rule blog.

I hope that eventually we will be able to agree upon a set of rules as a community.

The floor is open, start suggesting.

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80599456/ Reconstruction <p>So I have been saying the rules need to be followed. I know that the rules were removed from this section when CJ was removed from the site. In my opinion she did a great job as moderator and now we have been left without a moderator at all. Yes, yes anarchy did reign supreme and everyone had their fun. A lot of crap was overrun on this section in that time and it was literaly like a firestorm. </p> <p>I left the site at that point because well although I dont have loyalties to ebaum or his staff I enjoyed reading what a lot of the regular users had to say, and most of them went to the new site. Some stayed and some went to both.</p> <p>The firestorm of garbage that was posted has for the most part stopped, but now is the time for reconstruction. Lets as a group bring this section back into its former glory.</p> <p>I say we come together as a group and make a new set of rules. Let us set ourselves apart from the forum, the current events, and the live chat sections. This section was always known as the tougher of the three in regards to gaining respect. We didnt lower our standards to the idocy of the forums, nor did we get as uptight as the current events users. Nobody really cared about the live chat people because they are also in a world of their own.</p> <p>I have been unable to locate a written copy of the old rules, if any users out ther actually saved them please do not hesitate to forward them to me.</p> <p>Here is my submission for the new rules, I am going to keep a lot of thigns somewhat the same but feel free to comment and make additional sugestions. I say again this is not set in stone just a suggestion as to how we can police ourselves in our state of martial law.</p> <p> </p> <p><strong>Blogs must be written by you and must be your original content.</strong></p> <p><strong>Blogs cannot be copy/paste unless the particular article that you copy pasted is particularly unique/interesting/funny or it ties into your blog to prove a point. You must also write no less than two sentcences of original content per paragraph of copy/paste.</strong></p> <p><strong>Blogs that do nothing but flame or bash some other user must be labled as a battle blog. The purpose of this is strictly to call out another member of the Blog section on something that was said. The user who has been called out may also write a rebutle battle blog to clear his name in the dispute. The blog community will vote on the winner and the dispute will be settled at that point and nothing more will be said from either one of the users.</strong></p> <p><strong>Blogs must be more than one paragraph. A blog that contains nothing more than a couple sencences cannot be considered a blog and is far better suited for the forums or Live Chat. </strong></p> <p><strong>Blogs must be written with some level of gramatical correctness. Propper punctuation and spelling are definate musts when writing a blog.</strong></p> <p> </p> <p>Those are just the basics, There is more things try to have a point when writing and nobody wants to hear you whine ever...but that all deals with the level.</p> <p>For the most part the rules there should help with a lot of the garbage. We are without a moderator to actually enforce this so we must police ourselves to see to it that some set of rules is put into action.  There is a lot of room to work with those basic set of rules and if anyone has any more suggestions as to rules to be enstated comment on this or submit your own rule blog.</p> <p>I hope that eventually we will be able to agree upon a set of rules as a community.</p> <p>The floor is open, start suggesting.</p> 80593360 Wed, 01 Apr 2009 15:06:10 -0400 [Blog] Old Ways Nostalgic Added: 2009-04-01 15:06:10

I seriously dont even know what to say. I used to be a regular here and I loved it.  We used to be a tightnit community of bloggers and in order to gain respect you had to earn it.  Now that nobody moderates this section it has truly gone to hell. CJ did a great job and I commend her for putting up with us. I was here for users like CJ and Kaustic, Dan and Dirty, Haumight/brainy, eastsidedave before he decided to fuck the system, and savcam, users like gnome and users like lorddread, berv and eggonlyegg, and Hunterdad and awfuljackass too.  The content that used to be posted here were sometimes things of beauty. They had creativity and imagination.  Now what is posted here is nothing but senceless garbage. People whining about someone dying or killing themselves. Trolls run rampant now in this section. Only dirty's latest blog was even any good. We used to have rules to the blogs you posted and they were enforced. You couldnt post a blog that spammed, you couldnt get away with posting how booring or sad your day was because nobody used to care and you would be tossed aside and ignored like usless garbage should be.

This section used to be described like a bar. Not everyone got along with eachother and we were all assholes and bastards alike. It used to be all in good fun, but seriously now it doesnt seem worth my time.

The IQ of this section was dropped of of a cliff. I doubt any of the newer bloggers even remember how it used to be in this section. How much of a tightnit community we were, how the content was actually worth reading. I know I do. Perhaps some others of you will remember, and help clean up this place. I can only hope that a moderator will step in and keep tabs on this section and throw out all the trash. 

I sincerly doubt any of that will happen. The old blog section burned down and was infested with trolls and pests, and we are still in the process of building our new home...its seriously discourageing to come back to see how this section has gone to hell.

Thats all I got really, Just a big fuck you to all the retarted blogs and there are loads of them, a thank you to dirtysanchez for that blog of greatness he posted(we are all pissed about your ban), and a fuck you to the moderators that run this site for not doing your damn jobs. 

 

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80593360/ Old Ways Nostalgic <p>I seriously dont even know what to say. I used to be a regular here and I loved it.  We used to be a tightnit community of bloggers and in order to gain respect you had to earn it.  Now that nobody moderates this section it has truly gone to hell. CJ did a great job and I commend her for putting up with us. I was here for users like CJ and Kaustic, Dan and Dirty, Haumight/brainy, eastsidedave before he decided to fuck the system, and savcam, users like gnome and users like lorddread, berv and eggonlyegg, and Hunterdad and awfuljackass too.  The content that used to be posted here were sometimes things of beauty. They had creativity and imagination.  Now what is posted here is nothing but senceless garbage. People whining about someone dying or killing themselves. Trolls run rampant now in this section. Only dirty's latest blog was even any good. We used to have rules to the blogs you posted and they were enforced. You couldnt post a blog that spammed, you couldnt get away with posting how booring or sad your day was because nobody used to care and you would be tossed aside and ignored like usless garbage should be.</p> <p>This section used to be described like a bar. Not everyone got along with eachother and we were all assholes and bastards alike. It used to be all in good fun, but seriously now it doesnt seem worth my time.</p> <p>The IQ of this section was dropped of of a cliff. I doubt any of the newer bloggers even remember how it used to be in this section. How much of a tightnit community we were, how the content was actually worth reading. I know I do. Perhaps some others of you will remember, and help clean up this place. I can only hope that a moderator will step in and keep tabs on this section and throw out all the trash. </p> <p>I sincerly doubt any of that will happen. The old blog section burned down and was infested with trolls and pests, and we are still in the process of building our new home...its seriously discourageing to come back to see how this section has gone to hell.</p> <p>Thats all I got really, Just a big fuck you to all the retarted blogs and there are loads of them, a thank you to dirtysanchez for that blog of greatness he posted(we are all pissed about your ban), and a fuck you to the moderators that run this site for not doing your damn jobs. </p> <p> </p> 80514089 Fri, 23 Jan 2009 08:29:46 -0500 [Blog] To infinity and beyond Added: 2009-01-23 08:29:46

This is just something I have been thinking about. I was watching the starwars saga last week and several questions popped into my head about certain aspects of the movie that may in the future have applications into our daily lives. The biggest one that got me thinking was the possibility of highways in the sky and cars that can fly.

I honnestly think that the idea behind this is great. Your car can fly, and you can go anywhere you want. Travel time will be shortened extensively. Life would be great.

Thinking harder on this matter I believe that, as a whole, the earth will never allow this to happen.

Think about it for just a minute, and I believe that you will agree. This planet is full of highly irresposible drivers who cause thousands of accidents a year. There are drivers who get lost traveling on the highways we have laid out on solid ground with plenty of markings letting you know where you are. Take all of that and then toss it into the air, and my friends you can see the problems that will arrise.

Firstly, the fatality rate on car accidents will rise dramaticly.  Now, when someone is not paying attention behind the wheel, not only do they ruin their car but then they get to enjoy the ride that gravity will take them on. Next up, and I know I am going to get some comments on this subject from someone, what happens when you run out of fuel? I have a feeling that gravity gets to take you on another ride.

My Second point is this, and this kinda supports the first one. People drive down the wrong lanes of traffic right now and get lost on clearly marked roads. This happens all the time and we all have seen it one time or another. There will always be stupid drivers.

Like I said, I was just thinking about this for the past week and this is the conclusion that I have come to.  So I wrote a blog.\

this has been a moment from,

Godliberator

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80514089/ To infinity and beyond <p>This is just something I have been thinking about. I was watching the starwars saga last week and several questions popped into my head about certain aspects of the movie that may in the future have applications into our daily lives. The biggest one that got me thinking was the possibility of highways in the sky and cars that can fly.</p> <p>I honnestly think that the idea behind this is great. Your car can fly, and you can go anywhere you want. Travel time will be shortened extensively. Life would be great.</p> <p>Thinking harder on this matter I believe that, as a whole, the earth will never allow this to happen.</p> <p>Think about it for just a minute, and I believe that you will agree. This planet is full of highly irresposible drivers who cause thousands of accidents a year. There are drivers who get lost traveling on the highways we have laid out on solid ground with plenty of markings letting you know where you are. Take all of that and then toss it into the air, and my friends you can see the problems that will arrise.</p> <p>Firstly, the fatality rate on car accidents will rise dramaticly.  Now, when someone is not paying attention behind the wheel, not only do they ruin their car but then they get to enjoy the ride that gravity will take them on. Next up, and I know I am going to get some comments on this subject from someone, what happens when you run out of fuel? I have a feeling that gravity gets to take you on another ride.</p> <p>My Second point is this, and this kinda supports the first one. People drive down the wrong lanes of traffic right now and get lost on clearly marked roads. This happens all the time and we all have seen it one time or another. There will always be stupid drivers.</p> <p>Like I said, I was just thinking about this for the past week and this is the conclusion that I have come to.  So I wrote a blog.\</p> <p>this has been a moment from,</p> <p>Godliberator</p> 80504121 Fri, 16 Jan 2009 12:28:17 -0500 [Blog] Mysterious disaperances. Added: 2009-01-16 12:28:17

I have been onthis site for a decent amount of time now. long enough to know when something is happening.

There have been a lot of users to just stop showing up on here

what happened to that guy 1d3n717y (identity, I dont remember how it was spelled)

I know a lot of us miss Maskedkillerguy,

and recently haumight just disapeared completly. one day she was here the next gone. every comment, every blog, everything. 

I am sure there are others that just stopped showing up but well you know them in your hearts and I am not going to just name everyone.

Perhaps they were chosen and went to the island?

Perhaps they drank the punch and the spaceship came?

Perhaps masked killerguy actually put his hatchet into his computer?

 

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?

EBW may never know,

This has been just some thoughts from

Godliberator

 

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80504121/ Mysterious disaperances. <p>I have been onthis site for a decent amount of time now. long enough to know when something is happening.</p> <p>There have been a lot of users to just stop showing up on here</p> <p>what happened to that guy 1d3n717y (identity, I dont remember how it was spelled)</p> <p>I know a lot of us miss Maskedkillerguy,</p> <p>and recently haumight just disapeared completly. one day she was here the next gone. every comment, every blog, everything. </p> <p>I am sure there are others that just stopped showing up but well you know them in your hearts and I am not going to just name everyone.</p> <p>Perhaps they were chosen and went to the island?</p> <p>Perhaps they drank the punch and the spaceship came?</p> <p>Perhaps masked killerguy actually put his hatchet into his computer?</p> <p> </p> <p>How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?</p> <p>EBW may never know,</p> <p>This has been just some thoughts from</p> <p>Godliberator</p> <p> </p> 80493509 Sun, 11 Jan 2009 10:04:17 -0500 [Blog] I love to hate EBW Added: 2009-01-11 10:04:17

It has been quite some time since I was able to actually sit down for more than five minutes and actually do more than write a snippy comment here and there. This has been for good measure as I recently got a job working for IBM. I have a lot less time to dick around but hey I make a paycheck so that is good enough for me.

In the time that I have been away from this site I have been up to a bit. I already mentioned I got a job and that is working out great. I was completly cut off from a computer and internet and anykind of electronics really for 3 weeks and almost lost my frickin mind. You might think at first the break from the fast paced technology and rush would be a good thing and let me tell you, it is. It has two sides to it though. On the one hand you do not have to talk to anybody and you do not have to do a damn thing for anybody. Eventualy though, boredom will set in and you are stuck looking for stuff and you will end up buying a gingerbread house kit from walmart then building it then finding the biggest flippin ant hill and lettin them go to town on that mofo. After watching that for about an hour, you will wish you had set that up on camera then sped the film up when they were done just so you can go onto ebaums, post a video of ants eating a gingerbread house very fast and get those sought after ereps. You will hope that you get your feature but you figure that ebaum will just steal your video and post it for himself and you will further hate ebaum. At the same time you are doing this wishing you just did everything that you were thinking, you start to miss EBW.

So here I am, back on Ebaums after about a month. I hate when I come back because nobody ever fills you in of the goings on in this asshole community. I love the place so much but hate a lot of the people and really I think in a sadistic way I love to hate people so ebaums is perfect for me. I know for a fact that is the same reason most of us are here and for the rest of you who dont think that is the reason, I want you to sit back in your chair then think about it real hard, play a little minesweeper because that game is always the shit eventhough all you ever get is one or two boxes then bit the bomb and you start to hate that smiley face and then close it out, then you will start hating me because I got you to play minesweeper and it just pissed you off and we are back at square one on EBW to see what I will say because you now love to hate me.

My theory might be slightly flawed...

I have not completly done the math and I probably never will, but I bet you will and again it only proves my theory.

It works out like my job, I love to hate the End User, it never gets old. 

(so what is wrong with your computer? you accidenly deleted your system32 file? why were you even messing with those files? did you see the prompt saying that those files were hidden because without them your computer would not work propperly? You viewed them anyway because you did not think that is what it meant? What else could it possibly have meant??)

things like that are what I go through all day, 90% of the time it is not that bad, but I have dealt with that exact situation. Most of the time you just want to laugh because of the stupidity of some people. It keeps me on my toes and puts some variety in the day.

the same is true for this community of bastards and assholes, bitches and cunts, full of the ignorant with plenty of input on everything, and the select few intelectuals who not only make you laugh but make you think.

I love this place so much.

 

signed by the Godliberator

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80493509/ I love to hate EBW <p>It has been quite some time since I was able to actually sit down for more than five minutes and actually do more than write a snippy comment here and there. This has been for good measure as I recently got a job working for IBM. I have a lot less time to dick around but hey I make a paycheck so that is good enough for me.</p> <p>In the time that I have been away from this site I have been up to a bit. I already mentioned I got a job and that is working out great. I was completly cut off from a computer and internet and anykind of electronics really for 3 weeks and almost lost my frickin mind. You might think at first the break from the fast paced technology and rush would be a good thing and let me tell you, it is. It has two sides to it though. On the one hand you do not have to talk to anybody and you do not have to do a damn thing for anybody. Eventualy though, boredom will set in and you are stuck looking for stuff and you will end up buying a gingerbread house kit from walmart then building it then finding the biggest flippin ant hill and lettin them go to town on that mofo. After watching that for about an hour, you will wish you had set that up on camera then sped the film up when they were done just so you can go onto ebaums, post a video of ants eating a gingerbread house very fast and get those sought after ereps. You will hope that you get your feature but you figure that ebaum will just steal your video and post it for himself and you will further hate ebaum. At the same time you are doing this wishing you just did everything that you were thinking, you start to miss EBW.</p> <p>So here I am, back on Ebaums after about a month. I hate when I come back because nobody ever fills you in of the goings on in this asshole community. I love the place so much but hate a lot of the people and really I think in a sadistic way I love to hate people so ebaums is perfect for me. I know for a fact that is the same reason most of us are here and for the rest of you who dont think that is the reason, I want you to sit back in your chair then think about it real hard, play a little minesweeper because that game is always the shit eventhough all you ever get is one or two boxes then bit the bomb and you start to hate that smiley face and then close it out, then you will start hating me because I got you to play minesweeper and it just pissed you off and we are back at square one on EBW to see what I will say because you now love to hate me.</p> <p>My theory might be slightly flawed...</p> <p>I have not completly done the math and I probably never will, but I bet you will and again it only proves my theory.</p> <p>It works out like my job, I love to hate the End User, it never gets old. </p> <p>(so what is wrong with your computer? you accidenly deleted your system32 file? why were you even messing with those files? did you see the prompt saying that those files were hidden because without them your computer would not work propperly? You viewed them anyway because you did not think that is what it meant? What else could it possibly have meant??)</p> <p>things like that are what I go through all day, 90% of the time it is not that bad, but I have dealt with that exact situation. Most of the time you just want to laugh because of the stupidity of some people. It keeps me on my toes and puts some variety in the day.</p> <p>the same is true for this community of bastards and assholes, bitches and cunts, full of the ignorant with plenty of input on everything, and the select few intelectuals who not only make you laugh but make you think.</p> <p>I love this place so much.</p> <p> </p> <p>signed by the Godliberator</p> 80457909 Tue, 16 Dec 2008 09:16:32 -0500 [Blog] Married to the mob??? Added: 2008-12-16 09:16:32

Well a good share of you know that recently I was married. To those of you just tuning in, I got married, there you go.  I am however getting suspicions about my wife that upon questioning will answer nothing, and by that I mean she literaly says nothing or changes the subject.  I have the attention span of a squirrel and usually she can easily get out of the questioning, and well I just have stopped asking. 

 I have decided to bring my suspicions to you, the community of EBW. Here goes, I think I married into the mob. I am almost 95% sure about it. When we go off somewhere we are usually followed by cars with really dark tint, esecially if I am by myself. I really have never felt threatened but there is always that feeling of being watched. 

Her family also never talks about the family. This may just be a coincidence but I think, Nay Nay. The same family that was originaly passed off as drunks when they did talk and they were embarrased of them, then I met them and they are close to the furthest thing from a drunk.  Her family is Italian unless they came into the family by marriage. Her grandmother lives in Sicily still today. A good note about that is how much I am fed by them. I have had some of the best cooking ever from her family. I also have never eaten enough. I get smaked in the back of the head and told to eat, even after 4 plates of food, smacked in the head told that I am too skinny and I need to eat. This part I really dont mind all too much because I really do love to eat, and it seems they love to feed me and it turns into a win win situation every time.

The reason I have these thoughts is not because of her family but because of her. She is obvously Italian. So the lineage as far as I can trace it, which is not too far as of yet, only backs up my suspicions.  I made her angry once, and I got the ass chewing of a lifetime, only in Italian. I think I got yelled at for stuff I didnt even do but as I have not learned to speak the language yet, I was only able to pick off a few words and let me tell you it was as sexy and intense as you are thinking, but that is not my point, I didnt even know she could speak fluent Italian/latin(yea she used latin also). I love her more than anything but since I married her these things have been coming about just making me really wonder what I got myself into.  She is gone for the day and comes back smelling like gunpowder and has random scars on her knuckles, again before I can ask the question why, she changes the subject. (sometimes its sex, so you can see my predicament with my crappy attention span).

She comes home with random money, she says her father gave it to her,, which could be true but it still could play into my suspicions. There have been very expensive cars to drive by my house randomly, I can never see the driver because of the tint. I am always amazed at the incredible discounts she gets at different stores. All of these could just be coincidence but again I say nay nay.

I almost always feel like someone is listening in on my phone conversations. Random clicks intermitently throughout the phone call.  My cell pone bill has random calls from California, Chicago, New York, and Italy. When I tried to call a couple of them back they were disconected. 

All of these things have realy started to come about and she wont explain anything or talk about anything. I am not worried yet because again I have never felt threatened, Only watched very closely. I just figured I would write a blog and see what all you thought about it.

Just for clarification, Everything else in our relationship is great and there are no other secrets. Other than what the family will not talk about and I dont realy ask about. I am glad to be married to her and I wouldnt change that for anything. But I just didnt know wether to fear for my life or just to not ask any questions.

You have the floor EBW.

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80457909/ Married to the mob??? <p>Well a good share of you know that recently I was married. To those of you just tuning in, I got married, there you go.  I am however getting suspicions about my wife that upon questioning will answer nothing, and by that I mean she literaly says nothing or changes the subject.  I have the attention span of a squirrel and usually she can easily get out of the questioning, and well I just have stopped asking. </p> <p> I have decided to bring my suspicions to you, the community of EBW. Here goes, I think I married into the mob. I am almost 95% sure about it. When we go off somewhere we are usually followed by cars with really dark tint, esecially if I am by myself. I really have never felt threatened but there is always that feeling of being watched. </p> <p>Her family also never talks about the family. This may just be a coincidence but I think, Nay Nay. The same family that was originaly passed off as drunks when they did talk and they were embarrased of them, then I met them and they are close to the furthest thing from a drunk.  Her family is Italian unless they came into the family by marriage. Her grandmother lives in Sicily still today. A good note about that is how much I am fed by them. I have had some of the best cooking ever from her family. I also have never eaten enough. I get smaked in the back of the head and told to eat, even after 4 plates of food, smacked in the head told that I am too skinny and I need to eat. This part I really dont mind all too much because I really do love to eat, and it seems they love to feed me and it turns into a win win situation every time.</p> <p>The reason I have these thoughts is not because of her family but because of her. She is obvously Italian. So the lineage as far as I can trace it, which is not too far as of yet, only backs up my suspicions.  I made her angry once, and I got the ass chewing of a lifetime, only in Italian. I think I got yelled at for stuff I didnt even do but as I have not learned to speak the language yet, I was only able to pick off a few words and let me tell you it was as sexy and intense as you are thinking, but that is not my point, I didnt even know she could speak fluent Italian/latin(yea she used latin also). I love her more than anything but since I married her these things have been coming about just making me really wonder what I got myself into.  She is gone for the day and comes back smelling like gunpowder and has random scars on her knuckles, again before I can ask the question why, she changes the subject. (sometimes its sex, so you can see my predicament with my crappy attention span).</p> <p>She comes home with random money, she says her father gave it to her,, which could be true but it still could play into my suspicions. There have been very expensive cars to drive by my house randomly, I can never see the driver because of the tint. I am always amazed at the incredible discounts she gets at different stores. All of these could just be coincidence but again I say nay nay.</p> <p>I almost always feel like someone is listening in on my phone conversations. Random clicks intermitently throughout the phone call.  My cell pone bill has random calls from California, Chicago, New York, and Italy. When I tried to call a couple of them back they were disconected. </p> <p>All of these things have realy started to come about and she wont explain anything or talk about anything. I am not worried yet because again I have never felt threatened, Only watched very closely. I just figured I would write a blog and see what all you thought about it.</p> <p>Just for clarification, Everything else in our relationship is great and there are no other secrets. Other than what the family will not talk about and I dont realy ask about. I am glad to be married to her and I wouldnt change that for anything. But I just didnt know wether to fear for my life or just to not ask any questions.</p> <p>You have the floor EBW.</p> 80454961 Sun, 14 Dec 2008 09:51:34 -0500 [Blog] Today in History Added: 2008-12-14 09:51:34

well I got a lot of requests for these to come back and I am posting one today. This one is short and sweet but it does have a semi-sweet savor to it.

Soothsayer, philantropist, fortune teller, inspirational man, cultist, and crackpot are all names placed on the man who was born on this very day several centuries ago. It is goood to know that every ancient man who made claims even remotely close to his also had the same names tossed about.  The sexy mexican spitfire of the 1940's commited suicide today. Her plans for a beautiful death went awry when they did not find her in the beautiful position where she planned to be; Overdose can truly mess up your day.  We find why the red sea truly is the red sea on this day. A ferry in Egypt strikes a coral reef. Nearly 500 passengers were lost to the red sea. If my memory serves me right, that particular sea has also previously messed up some egyptians day.  All of this and more on...

Today in History

 

Dec 14 1503

Nostradamus born. If you write vague enough prophecies, they will fool almost anyone.

Dec 14 1944

Lupe Velez, Hollywood's "Mexican Spitfire" of the 1940's, commits suicide with an overdose of sleeping pills. Contrary to her plans of being found laid out on the bed in a silk nightgown, she is instead discovered in the bathroom with her head in the toilet. Her ex-husband, Tarzan star Johnny Weismuller, frequently used to beat her.

Dec 14 1991

A ferry near Safaga, Egypt on the Red Sea strikes a coral reef, drowning more than 460 passengers.

 

 

For those who enjoyed these, I am happy to oblige your thirst.  The rest of you who dislike these can find happieness knowing I am not going to post these everyday.

Enjoy.

]]> http://www.ebaumsworld.com/blogs/view/80454961/ Today in History <p>well I got a lot of requests for these to come back and I am posting one today. This one is short and sweet but it does have a semi-sweet savor to it.</p> <p>Soothsayer, philantropist, fortune teller, inspirational man, cultist, and crackpot are all names placed on the man who was born on this very day several centuries ago. It is goood to know that every ancient man who made claims even remotely close to his also had the same names tossed about.  The sexy mexican spitfire of the 1940's commited suicide today. Her plans for a beautiful death went awry when they did not find her in the beautiful position where she planned to be; Overdose can truly mess up your day.  We find why the red sea truly is the red sea on this day. A ferry in Egypt strikes a coral reef. Nearly 500 passengers were lost to the red sea. If my memory serves me right, that particular sea has also previously messed up some egyptians day.  All of this and more on...</p> <p>Today in History</p> <p> </p> <p><strong>Dec 14 1503</strong></p> <p></p> <p>Nostradamus born. If you write vague enough prophecies, they will fool almost anyone.</p> <p><strong>Dec 14 1944</strong></p> <p>Lupe Velez, Hollywood's "Mexican Spitfire" of the 1940's, commits suicide with an overdose of sleeping pills. Contrary to her plans of being found laid out on the bed in a silk nightgown, she is instead discovered in the bathroom with her head in the toilet. Her ex-husband, <em>Tarzan</em> star Johnny Weismuller, frequently used to beat her.</p> <p><strong>Dec 14 1991</strong></p> <p>A ferry near Safaga, Egypt on the Red Sea strikes a coral reef, drowning more than 460 passengers.</p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>For those who enjoyed these, I am happy to oblige your thirst.  The rest of you who dislike these can find happieness knowing I am not going to post these everyday.</p> <p>Enjoy.</p>