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• my neck is so stiff, omfg, it feels like its welded to my shoulders #

• what I deal with: (Clock shows 11:00am) “You said it would be in at noon, is it ready yet?” #
• I wonder why I dont just skate through life on drugs with the government bailing me out like everyone else seems to be #
• “I take 3 a day, thats 120 tablets a month!” *headdesk* #
• Superbad is the best movie ever. #

At what point do we, as a society, tell people “produce or get the fuck out”.

Sitting at work today, I wondered why I do it.  Why do I put up with the bullshit? Why do I contribute to a system that just rewards laziness and irresponsibility.  Why don’t I do like everyone does and have my ass wiped for me by the government?

People waltz around without a care in the world fully knowing that the government will provide them with a place to live, food on the table, and their basic needs; a luxury that I do not have.  I stand there, 9 hours a day, serving these people that have contributed NOTHING to the well-being or advancement of society.  They are the hemlock, the blight ; feeding off of us who bust our asses to make ends meet.  I’m at work, they are not.  I bust my ass to do whats right and they just bitch and leech and contribute nothing.  I do everything for them, but what do they do for -me-?  Help thine neighbor is a two way street and all I see are red street reflectors.

They are the proverbial royalty, and we are the serfs who tend to the farmlands so they royalty can eat.  They wake up at 3pm when I’m at work by 9am.  They have no cares in the world other than how they are going to waste away their day living off of their SSI or disability check due to the forms that some quack for an MD that bought their pity-party story signed off on.  Their blight-filled ride is just enhanced by narcotics that WE as taxpayers pay for to treat some “condition” that is a candy-coated rationalization for addiction and abuse.

Sure there are exceptions to this.  People who want to work whom are physically unable to do so.  People with small children that they cannot leave unattended.  There is an exception to every rule, however those people should be as angry as I am because the hemlock above waste they resources that they can use to get into a position of production.  The working class pays to help those who cant, not those who wont.  Why should a man learn to fish when the town provides him with all the fish he can eat?

But no, we rationalize it away that we are ‘helping’ whilst cowering under the heavy stick of political correctness and the squishy “can’t offend anyone” mindset.  We hide in fear of being tagged with stereotypical or racial remarks as the leeches of society grasp at straws to justify their behavior. Race cards get thrown down, feelings get hurt.  People cant take the harsh reality of the situation and would rather just throw money at a problem and pretend it doesn’t exist.  Now the money is running out, and the problem wants their paycheck.

There isn’t an easy solution to this problem, nor am I trying to state one here.  With California nose-diving into the financial ground the boil of society is about to come to a head, and I don’t think we as society are prepared to face the monster that we have created.

• come on doctors #
• oh come on doctors!!! dont you know by now that C-2′s cant have refills! #
• i hate needy patients, they soak up your time while giving you 0 in return #
• I’m beginning to dislike my software vendor #
• no lunch for me today.. #
• *sigh* today be over! #
• joke: Denny’s is doing the Suleman Slam (octomom) breakfast; 14 eggs, no sausage, and the guy next to you foots the bill #
• Wow. I thought echl refs were better than this #

I dont know why I keep on giving octomom more air-time on here, but I really do like to point out how utterly stupid she is.

• Octomom’s house is about to be defaulted. Thats right, booted out into the street.  Maybe she can use some of the cash she got from those interviews to pay off her mom’s house.  Wait, that would be planning ahead, HAHAHAHA!
• Octomom was offered $1 million dollars if she would star in one porn movie.  She would also get 1 year of health coverage for her and all of her kids.
• Octomom might not be able to take her kids home until she proves that she is capable of taking care of all of them.

Really, this woman is a distillation of what is wrong in society today.  She obviously does not plan ahead, she fucks up royally, and shes going to come out of this smelling like a rose with more cash than I’ll ever make.

What does that teach you kids?  We reward you to be irresponsible.  However you have to REALLY fuck up before the checks and money start coming in.

• killer gas today, omfg #
• today has been a bleh day. At least my killer gas is gone #
• wow. Some women should not be allowed to reproduce. I’m surprised they put their shoes on the right feet #
• *sigh* today be over please. The plebs are rotting my brain #
• *sigh* #

• yeah, strong tea + empty stomach = not good idea #
• Mom: “My 11 year old doesnt like the taste of the antibiotics, what do i do?” Me: “Tell them to pony up and take it” #

• so the KORG synth for the Nintendo DS is pretty damn cool #
• Just took an awesome powernap to the sound of tiffany killing monsters on xbox live #
• updating mutants and masterminds character sheet for tonights game. #
• Ha ha ha! Brandon got screwed at the MaM game! #

Many of you have asked “What is this Mutants and Masterminds game you always tweet about?”

Its a role-playing game that I play every Sunday with a group of people.  Its a game where you play a comic bookish superhero.  The rule books have every single power from every superhero in existence and allows you to pick and choose ones to fit your character.  The rules are quite ambiguous and at times outright confusing, however we make the best of it.

A really dark form of the Mutants and Masterminds genre can be seen on the TV show “Heros” where ordinary people get super-human powers.  Our game is no where near that serious/dark but more slapstick, goofy and funny.  The setting takes place in modern day Stockton, and we are to play ‘ourselves’ but with superhero powers.  Needless to say, this gets quite interesting.

I play ‘Dr Gizmo‘, a pharmacist exposed to a unique mixture of drugs during a pharmacy “incident” which gave him super-human powers.  Dr Gizmo’s power is ‘Gadgets’ meaning that he can create pretty much a gadget or gizmo that does anything.  To keep in the pharmacy paradigm, his gadgets must be explainable in medicinal terms (an injection to allow water breathing, or bandages to heal otherwise lethal wounds).  Yeah, I’m basically Inspector Gadget but a ton cooler.  Did I mention that Dr Gizmo has to wear his underwear on the outside of his pants for his powers to work? Its true, all superheros have their underwear on the outside of their pants.

Dax plays “Apollo”, a half-god of (you guessed it) Apollo.  Dr Gizmo’s theory is that he’s just delusional, and he got his powers not from a “God” but from some silly dental accident involving the x-ray machine.

Brandon plays “Brenden”, an “Alien” that has the ability to self-replicate.  His character is the most zany and absolutely psychotic in the whole game.  We have done everything to a Brenden replicate, cooking, launching, shooting, zapping, experimenting on, etc.  Crazy. Dr Gizmo thinks that he’s just a regular guy with some delusion of being an alien from another planet, although having a crashed space-ship on the moon as a base isn’t jiving with the ‘regular guy’ theory.

Other people play, but I really have no attention span at this moment to list -everyone- and their powers.  Maybe later.

• up at 7:30 on my day off.. wtf #
• Nap + 2 cups of tea = me up at 1am #