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20 July 2015 @ 08:24 am
Ars Technica suggested this Mashable article about eBay and Paypal splitting up, and it is definitely worth a read. There was one particular spot I got stuck on that I wanted to share.

So John Donahoe has taken over as CEO from Meg Whitman, and he has been tasked with turning the company around. Donahoe introduces several changes, some of which are apparently upsetting to the "harcore" eBay loyalists. These loyalists even go so far as to make some videos:

“They had literally taken clips from the movie Schindler’s List,” Donahoe recalled to students at the University of Texas at Austin. “They took clips of the German guards shooting at Jewish prisoners, and they put my name on the German guards, and they posted Ebay sellers on the Jewish prisoners’ chests.”

He publicly called it a low point, recalling, "I remember sitting in a hotel room that night and thinking, Is this worth it?"

Mr. Donahoe painted quite the sad, despondent scene in that hotel room. I couldn't help but instantly feel that he undersold the whole thing. In my mind, a more accurate painting of the scene would go something like "I remember sitting in the Presidential Suit that overlooks the ocean and thinking as I ate an acceptable filet minion from room service, while a Thai whore I have on retainer fellated me, Is this worth it?"

It was a rough video, y'all.

But hell, I'm just being cynical and comical. Certainly not libelous! The man probably stayed in fucking Motel 6's exclusively during his tenure!

Current Mood: amusedamused
24 December 2013 @ 03:26 am
1. Bastille - Pompeii

2. The Black Keys - The Lengths

3. Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin'

4. Deathcab For Cutie - Summer Skin

5. The Decemberists - This Is Why We Fight

6. Eric Clapton - Wonderful Tonight

7. The Farewell Circuit - Guard

8. Flogging Molly - If I Ever Leave This World Alive

9. The Format - Give It Up

10. Incubus - The Warmth

11. Junior Kimbrough - All Night Long

12. Lady Antebellum - Just a Kiss

13. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Scar Tissue

(Optional: because I'm a fan...) 14. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hard to Concentrate
Current Mood: Because everywhere else is too public and used
Current Music: The Farewell Circuit - Guard
30 December 2012 @ 04:28 am
Sort of.

This will be the second update of 2012. I don't update anymore. I started something of a written journal in the summer of 2010. I suppose it eventually took the place of this more public venue. I've been trying to figure out why I quit writing my non-whiny thoughts here. Well, school inexplicably got in the way of writing for fun. I'm sure there were other reasons (ex-girlfriends, developing something of a life, Facebook, etc?). But yeah, the actual paper and ink journal saw a fair amount of horrible entries about frustrations with the opposite sex, drunken ramblings, cool ideas and quotes, you know the type. But hell, I quit writing anything in that one quite a while ago as well.

I guess I just fell out of the habit. Maybe I lost a need for it. I still come here daily to check on comic feeds and other stuff. George R. R. Martin has a live journal that is updated fairly regularly with cool stuff. But I never update.

I don't remember when I first considered the possibility of having this journal extend for 10 years. However, I do remember that it seemed like an admirable goal at the time and I've looked forward to commemorating the moment in some way. Hey, why not with an update.

I've read through my archives twice. Some of it is actually pretty entertaining. Most of it is teenage drivel, incomprehensible on an emotional level so far removed from the events. I think I only have one private entry, if even that. Which is to say that anyone can read through all of this if they are ever so inclined. But they won't be, because this is Live Journal.

Thanks for the outlet and the memories.
Current Mood: impressedimpressed
18 June 2012 @ 05:49 pm
I had heard this question for quite some time. I had always replied negative for a whole variety of reasons. My personal opposition to indoor cats boils down to a few key positions:

1) I hate cat shit and piss. I would say it easily ranks within the top 10 list of Most Horrible Animal Waste. Entire treatises have been written on the horrors of cat urine. As a natural extension of this, I do not like cat boxes. Unless they are cleaned every day a cat box will smell horrible. And even if they are cleaned everyday you are still having to handle excessive amounts of noxious shit. I just find the whole process terribly stupid.

(As an aside, there is this awesome automatic cat box that is a rather large circular contraption that slowly rotates, using a rake and conveyor belt to lift the offending substances into a bin containing a plastic bag. It is an amazing device and would be well worth the $100.)

2) At this particular juncture of my life, I do not feel the need to be responsible for another living thing. I am having a good enough go just taking care of myself, no need to add a dependent into the mix. Some may consider this selfish, which I do not deny, but I would counter that at least I'm aware of my selfishness.

3) I feel from the very bottom of my heart that cats are wild woodland creatures. If they are not to be kept in the woods, then they should certainly stay outside. This way cats can indulge in their wild woodland insanity away from things that bleed, like your face.

But of course, we got a cat back in February. A Siamese bastard by the name of Kimba (nerd). All of the reputation of Siamese is true in Kimba, save for he's not very talkative and/or loud. He is a little bastard though.

This was supposed to be a rather longer entry as I started it last Friday after having been woken up by the fuzzy lil' fuck. It was one of those "Work through your problems by writing about them!" kind of things, but it fizzled. Ah well, I'll just post it anyway.
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
03 December 2011 @ 05:09 am
It is currently in the high teens, Fahrenheit, here in dear ol' Soviet, Idaho. It's the kind of night where if you aren't already asleep at this hour, then it is rather difficult to get warm. Two blankets only go so far. I should probably go cuddle with my dear sleeping girlfriend, but I found myself in a rather pissy mood when I first attempted sleep, which proved illusive, natch.

All of my game systems are in the living room. I've let my roommate use them if I don't have a prior claim since it seemed to be the neighborly thing to do. I had to go up to Coeur D'Alene (possibly one of the most difficult US city names to spell) tonight, and my roommate and another buddy were playing some NCAA Football on my 60GB, original launch model PS3 while I was gone. The thing apparently crashed. It is now stricken with the dreaded Yellow Light of Death. My options at the moment are taking out the hard drive and putting it back in (not likely to work), a complete tear down of the system in order to solder the cpu or gpu back on to the motherboard (we're talking complete disassemble, and I don't have a soldering gun or soldering experience), or send it in to Sony and have a refurbished system sent back (to the tune of $150 + tax/shipping). I'm not sure if I would receive another 60GB system if I go that route. I also hear that you lose all of your data since they can't/won't switch out the hard drives for you? Fuck.

Needless to say, I would have been slightly less pissed if I had been the one it crapped out on. As it is, I'm left to wonder if roommate and buddy left the permanent stack of games next to the side exhaust, which in turn lead to system fucking meltdown. I personally always move the stack of games to facilitate system cooling because I'm a nerd like that. But then again, my system hasn't ever died and shit all over itself in the previous 5 years of doing that...

Whatever. I'll get over it eventually, I'm just pissy now.

In happier news, Hugo is a pretty great movie. Scorsese, what else do you need to say at this point? Some of the best used 3D I've seen in film thus far. Charming tale as well. Go see it if you enjoy quality cinema.
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
01 December 2011 @ 04:45 pm
From January of 2011 to December of 2011. That's certainly a nice stretch of inactivity. In that amount of time, I went and got a girlfriend and a job and...well, that's about it really. Oh! I went to the Sasquatch music festival and was woefully unprepared for the realities of camping there. Dave Grohl smiled at me. So that was cool.

I also seem to have lost my ability to write well over that gap of time. Scholastic writing has always been something of an arduous task for me, but my work still yielded good results. Not so much this semester. I can't really figure out what the problem is. Maybe I'm not connecting with the source material, or maybe my brain just finally finished developing and solidified into a impaired state. Or perhaps it's just a lack of practice. I seem to remember keeping up with this journal or another rather diligently until the previously mentioned gap occurred. While most of my journals have been horrible use of technology and sharing of thoughts in general, it was a repetitious exercise that may have kept my skills scholastically adequate.

So, with that in mind...I'm back! Or at least I'm going to try my damnedest to be. We'll see how it turns out.
Current Mood: mmm jolly ranchers
22 January 2011 @ 03:14 am
I'm sitting there trying to have a conversation regarding the nature of college, the pros and cons of teaching styles, when all of a sudden, everyone hears the unmistakable slapping of skin that signifies fucking. This isn't even to mention the moans of pleasure, the grunts of ecstasy.

I passed her up, for one reason or another. Maybe a mesh of both. But regardless...nice to hear what she sounds like with a dick in her.
Current Mood: drunkmildly intoxicated
16 December 2010 @ 12:01 pm
As I sit here in bed with something of a hangover, on my last day of being 23 years of age, I can't help but reflect and wonder...

Why didn't any of that water I drank help with this?
I'm reading this book called The Siren's Dance. The author is recounting his relationship/marriage to a lady suffering from Borderline disorder, aka Crazy Bitch. We went over Borderline in Abnormal Psych class, even watched a case. Shit freaks me the fuck out. Our text always recommends a book at the end of each chapter, my current reading being one. I figured it wouldn't hurt to know more about Borderlines and their wacky ways so I could avoid the poor sufferers like the plague.

Anyhow, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that the best line of the book just popped up. The poor bastard opened a chapter with:

"The moment after she stabbed me with the key, I realized I had been misguided in my belief that I could help her."

Aaaaaahahahaha god damn. I would love to know if he wrote that line with a straight face. He fails to mention in that little gem of a sentence that she stabbed him in the eye due to her stupid, irrational, illogical rage.

I feel bad for these people, really I do. That's a serious disorder right there. But if anyone in a position that matters reveals that they are Borderline, I will run the other god damn way. Shit freaks me the fuck out.

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving.
Current Mood: amusedamused/horrified
20 November 2010 @ 02:57 am
I really need to go down to Boise this week, but I feel like shit and don't feel like a six hour drive at the exact moment.

Ah! But Mike has offered me a ride Saturday (today), with the added bonus of a trip to some hot springs with two girls on Sunday.

But again, feel like shit.

Ah! But I would get to see our dear family friends down there, and eat an amazing Thanksgiving dinner. One more time to put this into proper perspective, amazing.

But again, feel like shit and would really enjoy a few days by my lonesome to rest and reflect and, god dammit, recover!

So I'm going to wake up at around 9 in the morning and tell Mike that I'm a selfish bastard and taking some me time. In the words of that famous philosopher, "I do what I want!"

And in spite of this, it could still be possible to swing the important stuff anyways. If not, fuck it.
Current Mood: sicksick