Who the Hell Are They?

Being that I’ve got a profile on Classmates, I occasionally get e-mail alerts for any kind of activity relating to my registered schools. In fact, I got one the other day telling me that So-and-so signed up:


Remember So-And-So? They just signed up at Classmates.com! Click here to re-connect with them!”

Yes, I do remember so-and-so. He was a wrestler and a real dick. Probably hasn’t changed.

More often than not, I get alerts telling me that somebody signed my guestbook. I was surprised to find out I even had such a thing on that site. The thing is that if you are not a Gold Member, you can’t see the names or pictures of those that left their mark, and that’s been happening quite frequently with me. I must be one popular dude. 

That’s when curiosity got the best of me. As for why, I couldn’t tell you. After all, I had few friends in high school and even less that I’d even bother to make the effort to track down. That’s just how I roll.

I learned that if you click the link to sign up for Gold Membership and then back out, a pop-up window opens that offers you a free 7-day trial. There was no way in hell I’d want to spend the money for a year’s subscription to this site, so I was happy to see the 7-day trial.

I clicked. I signed up. I observed.

I canceled a few minutes later.

Why? I went over to my guestbook, the only reason for signing up in the first place, and had no flippin’ idea who these people were! Some I never heard of, most were from another graduating class, and all of them had nothing important to say. Some of them even signed it multiple times–why in the hell would you do that?

At any rate, it’s a lesson learned at the very least. And should my curiosity start to rise in the future, I must remind myself that it’s simply not worth the effort to sign up again–even if it is free.

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More Than a Box Set

I’ve had a slew of gift cards and certificates in my possession from Christmas and my birthday that, for the life of me, I couldn’t find the urge to spend.

I would walk around GameStop like a penniless and dateless high-schooler on a Friday night ogling the shelves just searching for something, anything to take home with me, the major differences being that I wasn’t broke and have a wife to spend my Friday evenings with.

But no matter how hard I tried, nothing in that store jumped out at me.

“Wait for a big purchase” is what I’d keep telling myself. I saw no need to blow these gift cards on toiletries, dog food or some obscure collection of game accessories I’d use once and forget about. Impulsive buys were definitely out of the question. The purchase had to be worth the effort.

Well, the time has arrived–for the Target gift cards, at least.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have finally found what I want–no, need–to spend my Target gift cards on. But before I get into that, be warned that this post may be rather lengthy so go grab a drink, put on your Snuggieclick here for some fitting background music, then come back here and click “Read More…” to continue.

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How to Piss People Off

If there’s anything I’ve learned in my 4+ years of blogging, it’s that you won’t always make everybody happy. To add to that, there are a few topics in which people lose their effing minds over.

The first subject is Steve Perry. Apparently some people are so obsessed with all things Steve Perry that just adding the name Steve Perry to an entry, or Steve Perry as a tag, or Steve Perry as anything will almost guarantee more blog hits as “pictures of steve perry wiping his ass with corn husks” continues to be a top search result.

Okay, maybe it’s more like “steve perry 2008 pictures” but still…

The other hot-button topic is “In Memory Of…” stickers. Nearly a year after I wrote the damn post, people continue to leave comments and not surprisingly, many of them are negative with the commentators all having one thing in common: calling me cold, judgmental, or a prick–or a nifty combination of all three.

No, seriously! I speak my mind about one topic and damn, they come out of the woodwork! So much so that Ann stepped up to the plate today and left a comment of her own in response to all the women that were up in arms over my opinion.

In so doing, Ann picked up on something I hadn’t: based on the commentators’ names (since I’m such a judgmental prick and whatnot), all those calling me names were female. Those that agreed with me were male. Interesting.

It got to a point where I was considering closing the Comments section for that post but nah, that’s missing the whole point of a blog, whether the post touches a nerve or not. I will continue to defend myself on the matter and if you don’t like it, you’ll lose more sleep over it than I will.

This is the new media where the opinions of everybody matter, so the Comments section will continue to remain open. And besides, pissing people off over something so trivial is too much fun!

Told You So

You may recall a post I wrote a few months ago about Honda’s ASIMO robot demonstration at Disneyland, and my impending fear that those mechanical marvels would soon take over the world–or at least cause harm to the human race, despite being designed to help us. Here’s a quick quote from said post:

“Now just imagine thousands of them coming at you just like that (referring to video on post), sans the ability to feel pain but smart enough to kill you. You fillin’ me yet?”

Nail, meet head.

After reading this article, it would appear that I was right–sort of. Even if there is no mention of Honda’s creation, the prediction remains the same: we’re pretty much doomed if these fuggers have their way.

Told you so!

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Then and Now

Here’s one just for fun since I don’t have much else tonight. And I apologize to those of you on Facebook who have already seen them.

But anyway, here I am in 2006 and on my birthday a few days ago.

Notice a difference? That’s right—The Kid is a lot older!