inherently different

Watching a DVD today I caught the writing on the “legal” frame in which the DVD producer inserts the boilerplate legalese that says what constitutes “home use.”

Did you know that watching a dvd on an oil rig does not constitute home use? Me either.

I’m often confounded by the logic that controls the thoughts of some people. Recently in the news was a story about some girl who went from a size 94 or some such, and through the weight loss program Weight Watchers, she squeezed her fat ass down to a size 12. Hoo fucking ray for you! Excellent job getting your obesity under relative control, but here’s the thing… it doesn’t mean shit to anyone but you. And it shouldn’t unless someone wants to use you as an example of how to stop being an obese pig. Other than that, a stick of gum is all the reward you should expect.

Now this woman is bitching and moaning over the fact that Weight Watchers won’t “credit her efforts enough to hire her as a national trainer.” Ok, again… kudos to you for dropping the equivalent weight of another adult, but that doesn’t mean anyone else owes you shit. What it does is prove that you were fat because you chose to be fat rather than some malady that required medical intervention. Congrats, you’re human… stay away from cheeseburger from here on out.

Expecting the company partially responsible for your weight loss to hire you is pushing the limits of reason. Why should they? Simply because you think they should and if they don’t that proves they have something against fat people? Perhaps they don’t think you’re qualified even if you believe the opposite. Companies weed out applicants all the time and especially in this economy, they have the right to choose only the best applicants who promote the companies ideals… and in this case, that means not hiring a fatty to be their spokesperson.

My good friend started a blog a while back and though he posts a great deal about his day to day, he also posts about the various foods he loves to make/eat. If you get a chance, check it out.

The light was fading and the old man hurried along the path leading to the city gates. It wasn’t safe being out after dark for anyone, but especially for someone with a great deal to lose. Unfortunately, even he wasn’t above being summoned and when the Green Lord called, you couldn’t very well ignore the request.

The old man pulled the collar on his well-worn coat tighter, hoping the chill he felt deep in his chest wasn’t a sign that his health was finally failing. Not this late in the preparations… this close to the end. Only a little longer and his reward would allow him the luxury of never worrying about his health again.

The shadows were deeper now, just beginning to reach out from the hollows in the forest, making their way toward the City of Light. Of course, with the King in residence, the City of Light was safe against the Darkness and the creatures that rode its dread swell. Like in many of the smaller towns in the kingdom, rumors abounded about the Darkness, but the King’s presence seemed to dispel much of the fear caused by the Darkness that crashed against the stone ramparts each night.

If the people only knew what was coming, they might ignore whatever comfort the King might provide. He quickened his step and hugged the satchel he had carried back from the deep forest.

“Better to be on the side with a greatest chance of success,” he said aloud, causing  him to look around to make sure he could not be heard by the guards positioned on the outer wall of the City. It was then that he heard it.

The sound was subtle, but he knew it for what it was. He had spent enough time outside the city in the Black Forest to recognize it. The Wolves were pacing him on either side of the path. He considered stopping, knowing that running would only drive the beasts into a frenzy. They would run him down long before he was able to step into the light. While in the forest proper he was granted safe passage and the Wolves, while still menacing, were not given leave by the Green Lord to do him harm.

Emotional Rescue

Some people tend to work on emotion. Every action, every decision, every motive is controlled by their emotions. Nine times out of every ten, those decisions will be wrong. Maybe not immediately, but long term, those decisions tend to prove that making decisions when under the thrall of emotion is a bad idea.

I don’t function on emotion.

Not.

At.

All.

All my decisions have been based on information and extrapolation about possible outcomes based on that information. Sounds time consuming, but it isn’t really. At least not anymore. I’ve been functioning like this for such a long time that I can scroll down the list of possible options and extrapolate possible outcomes based on those decisions in a few heartbeats. In many cases those decisions may cause me immediate and temporary grief or discomfort, but long term they offer me the best chance at success.

I admit that i like pushing people’s buttons. It allows me to see who they really are… how people behave when off balance can quickly illustrate who can be counted on to perform regardless of the situation.

Weak people function on emotion. Not saying that all people who are emotional are weak, just that most people who are weak tend to function on emotion. I see it every day. It is easiest to get under these people’s skin. When pushed, these people to say or do things they wouldn’t otherwise do or say. Weird but true. And pushing people’s buttons can also show me whether or not that person is someone worthy of my interest/friendship/loyalty.

Plus it is really a lot of fun to make people mad.