Monday, July 29, 2013

Addicted - RTOTD #818

Day 818

My name is Joe and I'm a Plasti-Dip-A-Holic.

I'm addicted to Plasti Dip. No, seriously. I think I'm legitimately addicted to finding new things to 'Dip.

It started with my car. I hated the chrome accents on it and wanted to get rid of them. But totally de-badging my car was out of the question. I could just remove the pieces that were glued on like the 2.5 and the bunny emblem. But the VW logos on the front and rear were something I couldn't really remove and just leave off. Well, at least without buying a new grille and doing a lot of body work and mechanical work on the trunk to shave them.

So I took them off and plasti dipped them. And that satisfied me for a little bit.

But then I wanted to do more. I started doing a spare set of wheels that I have in my garage. The clear coat was shot and there was oxidation on the aluminum. The center hubs were scuffed with road rash and the rubberized coating started peeling more when I stripped the clear coat off the lips. So rather than paint them or refinish them or spend a shitload of money on getting them powder coated... PLASTI DIP! And I'm almost done with them but I need more 'dip.

This shit's like fucking crack.

And to make matter worse, I started finding things in my house to 'dip. I took off the light switch covers in my bedroom because they were ugly and dirty. I just planned to clean them but then I realized that they had been wallpapered over and then white-washed over top of that. I hated the way they looked. So I started stripping them off. I cleaned them down to bare plastic but found that they were that ugly off-white, almost a really light tan colored plastic. So I cleaned them down to the bare plastic, cleaning out all of the crevices because they were textured, and thought "maybe I'll just plasti dip these too?" and so I did.

I've got some nicks in my paint and a couple scratches that I really hate to see... maybe I'll just dip my whole car?

And then I started looking at my patio furniture. All 4 chairs and the table need painted. I bought them used for dirt cheap and other than needing a new coat of paint (and the one arm needing fixed now on one of the chairs), they were in great shape. So I'm going to plasti dip all of that too.

I'm hooked now. I look at everything and just want to plasti dip it. Car parts. Painted furniture. Hell, I contemplated plasti dipping my walls becuase I'll never need to paint them again. And it peels right off when I want to change the color back.

So I'm thinking that maybe I'm going to put my plasti dip obsession to good use. And I'm going to try to maybe do some Plasti Dip play. It's stretchy when it dries. I think I'm going to see what it looks like sprayed on the girl. I think plasti dipped outfits for kinky parties sound like a fantastic idea. It's like the next evolution of a latex fetish.

Fuck pulling latex over and trying to fight with getting it to actually go on and then using baby powder and shit. Just plasti dip.

Riggers see hard points everywhere. I am now seeing potentially plasti dipped items everywhere. It might be becoming a problem. Because I really did just suggest plasti dipping my girlfriend only a few sentences ago. So maybe this is something that I need help with.

I'm an addict & I need help.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

It's Not The Greyhound... But It Might As Well Be - RTOTD #817

Day 817

I took on a half day on a Friday recently just because I needed it. I only ended up with a day and a half in my office last week but the first half of the week justified the lazy ending to the week. Over 900 miles in the car for work bullshit & a big American Express bill, sunburn over an existing semi-decent tan & driving through a motherfucking tsunami on my way home outside of Cincinnati made me feel like I kinda needed to take a lazy day on Friday.

Well, the girl & I decided that since she got discount passes to Kennywood and I haven't been there in a few years (even if Foursquare says I checked in there in April 2012), we decided that that would be the best way to spend a steamy Friday afternoon.

There is NO WAY that I'm
going to google image
search "jailbait with tattoos".
I know I talked a while ago about how surreal it was when a group of us hit up Cedar Point last summer. The biggest reason being all the fucking jailbait that were ridiculously inked up.
Apparently that's not a think that's limited to the rollercoaster capital because I saw a fuck ton of it at Kennywood. And the thing was, it seemed to be predominantly girls. I was doing my standard "I'm in an amusement park and these people are almost mall-rat interesting to observe" type people-watching and I noticed that almost every third girl, but only about 20% of the guys, had very obvious "It's going to be hard to get a job" ink and probably 1/2 of each of those groups had some quite-heavily done "I'll never have a real job" ink done.

Now, maybe it was because the girls had already had already taken their requisite high school career aptitude tests and most of them scored really high in the stripper/porn-star/cam-whore/etc category and have already decided their career paths. And while I applaud them for foresight, determination, and their focus on doing their best to be prepared for the requirements of their chosen vocations, I think it might be presumptuous to go all-in on the permanent changes before they have even finished training for it. There might be a glut of strippers coming out of school and crowd out all but the best and most dedicated when it comes time to find a job. I mean, look at lawyers. They come out of law school anymore and the closest thing they get to a law office is when they're delivering late-night pizzas. So you can see that the other professions that get lumped into the "General Whoring" category seem to have a glut of qualified applicants. These girls might get done with whatever it is that trains you for stripping or cam whoring... oh wait, I think that's daddy issues and a self-worth entirely built on the approval of others... well whatever it is, they might get done with it and find that just like their lawyer brethren, there's just no jobs because of how many other qualified whores there are. And what are they left with? A great whoring resume and no whoring jobs. Guess it's off to find a job at the GAP or something.

And the fucking guys were just as bad. Granted, there were fewer of them for some reason, but "pretty backup dancer in a music video" or "rebel skateboarder kid in skinny jeans #2" or "X-Games competitor" or "guy that wants to be confused for the drummer for Blink 182" seems to also have far more applicants than vacant positions at this point as well. But I think that most of these guys might have also jumped the gun on trying to be as prepared as possible for work in the "General Whoring" industry. There's just not any jobs for you. And while it's an even quicker growing field for boys than it is girls, it's also a LOT smaller to begin with and won't even catch up to the positions open for girls anytime soon.

So maybe there's an alternative for both the boys and girls that seem like they might not get lucky enough to get jobs in the General Whoring industry anytime soon. You can join up with the 3rd group of people that I've seemed to have a tendency of running into the past few times I've been at an amusement park:

White Trash

Granted, it's been predominantly of the " 40-something men with straight-up mullets of the business-in-the-front-1987-party-in-the-back variety" but there just might be some vacancies for you. I've been going to amusement parks for years, and if I know anything at all, it's that amusement parks are TOTALLY 100% representative of the populace in general. So if I see too much of something when I'm at an amusement park, I can guarantee that there's too much of something in the world. And if I see too little of something, I can place someone else's money on a bet that there's not enough of that in the world. And what the world is missing right now is enough people that are trying to look like the guys in Dokken or Poison!

I have been watching for years and the number of White Trash has been dwindling. I only saw 7 Shawn Michaels circa 1990 haircuts. And using my scientific method, that would make the White Trash almost an endangered species. Or a profession that is woefully understaffed. I'm losing track of my metaphor here. Whatever.

But with all of your "I'll never have a job that doesn't change work-hours on a weekly basis" tattoos and even those of you that have opted for the more extreme "I've probably cost more tax revenue in my jail time than I ever actually produced from being employed" ink on your neck and face, well... you're all perfectly suited for the White Trash profession! There's plenty of available positions. Like all skilled (or unskilled? I have no idea..) trades, there's just too many people that don't think it's a "glamorous" enough job for them. They want something where things like "spitting chew spit in the garbage can" might be considered "inappropriate". HA! You'll show them, right? You couldn't even get a job in the field that you always aimed for when all the positions were filled in General Whoring, and you still managed to find something that you're totally great at in White Trash! So rub their nose in it!

And just remember... your education and preparation for a certain field of expertise only shows others that you have the ability and desire to learn. You showed how much you wanted to get into General Whoring but the White Trash industry took notice and you can show exactly how much your skills translate. And anything else, well... you're dedicated! You'll succeed. Even if it's a fall-back career.

And on an entirely related subject... YES... I'm still horribly perturbed by the amount of jailbait that are getting tattoos. While I'm all for inked up girls... just... NO! I liked when I could use "does she have ink" as a good barometer for if she was legal. Apparently you can't even do that now. Fucking christ.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Even More Promo Stuff - RTOTD #816.1

Day 816.1

And since I'm in the mood to pimp good quality products that friends make (which reminds me: I'm gonna hold you all to helping with promo stuff when the 2nd book come out!)... But since I'm in the mood to whore my blog for friends today that make quality products, you all need to check out Lord Alexander Rose's leather goods Etsy store too. 


He makes some exceptional toys, my friends & readers. If you're in the market for some handmade leather goods from corsets to floggers to cbt toys to well, pretty much fucking anything you can make out of leather, he's your man. He does all custom work & it's high quality that will last for a good long time. So check him out. 

Heroes & High Heels - RTOTD #816

Day 816

So in case you haven't heard/seen it yet, my roomies have started an Etsy store. And for all the girls reading this that have a geeky side, this might just be something for you. They're making comic book shoes (specializing in high heels) custom made for each order. They take character, title, or even issue requests and have the whole breakdown here. And the prices vary depending on which options you pick.

So... if you're a girl or are dating a girl or like to dress as a girl or whatever... and have a geeky side that you think you might wanna show off with a pair of Avengers or X-Men or Justice League or Green Lantern Corps heels? Seriously... take a look. They do awesome work. And the shoes are suitable for regular daily wear and not just as some kind of decorative piece.

Here's the link and I'll be putting it in my side-bar as well if I can get a widget for there.

Heroes & Heels

And if you ask really nice, they might be willing to accomodate artist requests if you're a big fan of one particular artist. A lot of the cost for this is in materials since they use actual comic pages for the shoes.

So check them out. And even if you're not interested, pass the info along to your friends that might be.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Just Turn Out The Lights & Exit To The Right - RTOTD #815

Day 815

Cleveland... I lived in you for a little while about a decade ago and while I didn't entirely hate you, I didn't like you very much either. But you really need to go back to bed because I think you might be a little drunk.

I wrote a blog post a little while back about how there must be something in the water up there that makes people go crazy. After the past few years, I am certain of it.

I could go back as far as the Torso Murderer and a few other crazies but just in the past few years, you had that Alt.com serial killer and the creepy fuck that kidnapped those girls and kept them chained up in his house (not in the fun way) for like a decade until that dude was outside eating his magical lucky Big Mac and happened to stumble across them and call the cops. And then today... I checked the news and oh look... another god damned serial killer in Cleveland that killed women.

There's just gotta be something in the water. I know that I felt it maybe a little before I moved out of there and kinda started losing my goddamned mind. Probably took me another year or 2 being away from that place before I started coming back to some semblance of sanity. And the craziest bitch I ever stuck my dick in was from there too. In fact, outside of about 2 people I met while I was there, there wasn't much sanity that I found in that city.

I really think this might be justification for firebombing that city into oblivion. Because it's now reached the point of being endemic of the region. Crazy motherfuckers everywhere. Between that and the Browns and just generally your history of sports loserdom, I really do think you've lost any justifiable rights to remain in existence.

So please, exit to the right and go find a new city. The City of Cleveland has been condemned. It's going to be knocked down next week and then after the scrap is salvaged, we'll just let the Earth reclaim it. Cause ya'll motherfuckers hate women up there. With every one of these crazy fucks, women are the victims. And while I think most of the feminists out there are batshit fucking crazy, how are they NOT screaming for heads to roll up there? Cause I think Cleveland DOES have a war against women going on.

Friday, July 19, 2013

STOP! BanHammer Time! - #814

Day 814

I hope you got a sufficient MC Hammer pants mental image there. Giggle at it. I'll wait.

 
More after the jump...

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Future Imperfect... No, Not The One With A Bearded HULK Ruling The World - #813

Day 813

Did you get that reference? It was amusing to me at least. Shut up.

I'm feeling fucking old. I looked online today and found out that motherfucking Chuck Taylors... yeah. Converse All-Stars... now run a bare-minimum of $55 for the regular hightops unless there's a sale. $55 fucking dollars? For some canvas kicks with a flat rubber sole, zero arch support, ankle support akin to wrapping your ankle in single-ply toilet paper, and all the traction of a pile of wet leaves? I used to buy those things for $15-20 when I was in highscool not even 15 years ago!

Are you fucking kidding me?

This shit is getting ridiculous now.

A single issue of a comic book is $4.

Chuck Taylors are $55.

$60 or $70 for a bag of pot!

A candy bar is a buck and a quarter!

Gas is almost $4.

I can't buy a loaf of bread for under $1 and my damn phone, tv and internet bill is almost $250 all-together.

KENNYWOOD IS 40 MOTHERFUCKING DOLLARS!

And don't even let me get started on going to a movie theater. Every goddamned time, it costs me a buck or 2 more than the previous time.

$7 cigarettes.

Natty Light is almost $20 a case. Natural FUCKING Light beer is almost $20. Either someone is wildly over-valuing the quality/value of their product or there's far too many highschool and college kids with much more bloody money than we had 10-15 years ago. It was like $8 when I was in college. The only way it's worth it if THIS chick comes with the case.
This is not 1983 and
you look like you can't
decide between a Cadillac
or a panel van.
Hell, even Pabst is over $20 a case now. That shit was $9 not even a decade ago for a 24-pack. Though I blame that one on idiot hipsters that seem to think that drinking shitty beer and then overpaying for it somehow is "ironic". I still don't think you know what that word means. You use it about your 70's porn-star-stasch too. You're doing it wrong.

Exactly how can you call a fast-food meal a "value meal" when it's $7? You can walk into Eat N Park and get a burger, fries and a drink for $8 and you don't even have to carry a tray there. Someone does that for you.

And can someone tell when $60-70 became acceptable for a video game where you only get about half the content at the time of release and have to pay to download (at $5 a pop) the other half of the game one section at a time? That's before they come out with the next version only a year later for another $60. And then they release a Special Edition with some of the downloadable content and some new downloadable content that you can't download with the original edition because they stopped supporting it? Yes, I'm still pissed off about Marvel vs Capcom 3 and their bullshit use of the tsunami for why it was ok to stop supporting it and instead release Ultimate Marvel vs Capcom 3 that would be the only version supported going forward. Fuck you, Capcom.

$2 for a cup of diner coffee. Not to even mention the prices for buying it at the grocery store. I blame Starbucks for conditioning people that it's somehow OK to charge $6 for a cup of coffee that led to that shit.

Oh fuck this. I give up. I probably wouldn't even be this pissed off if the future that we GOT and the future that we were promised weren't so different. We ended up with a surveillance state when we were promised motherfucking jetpacks. WHERE IS MY GOD DAMNED JET PACK!?!?!?


Ooooooohhhh. Comic-Con starts today, I think. Yes, I was just distracted from my righteous indignation by potentially new shiny toys and movies. Shut up. I hope you die.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

A Guide... - #812.1

Day 812.1

A Guide To Dealing With Heat When You Have No A/C

1. Turn out overhead lights whenever possible. The small amount of extra heat generated by lightbulbs adds up.

2. Avoid running desktop computers when possible & use laptops or tablets if possible. Sleep mode or off is best for desktops in the heat. Screensaver a still use processor power & generates nearly as much heat as a desktop in operation. TVs and other large electronics produce similar heat so the same applies to them. Take the time to read a book. It doesn't require any electricity and won't generate any additional heat. A running television or desktop computer can add up to 5 degrees to a room. 

3. Open windows & run fans. Airflow is important. And if nothing else, moving in fresh air is key. Stagnant air maintains heat while moving air disperses it. Make sure ceiling fans are pulling cold air up rather than attempting to push the hot air down. And make sure that your fans are not working against each other. Direct airflow in the same direction within the house. 

4. Wear thin, lightweight clothing. Preferably natural fibers that breathe.

5. When indoors & moving outdoors is not possible, the lower the elevation in your home, the better. Cooler air falls. Your first floors & basements tend to be the coolest portions of your owner. Upper floors will remain the warmest even with proper ventilation & fans. 

6. Regularly dump any dehumidifiers that you may have. Humidity increases the intensity of heat & dehumidifiers help to pull moisture out of the air to minimize this effect. It also serves to help maintain airflow inside the home.

When doing all of these things, you can cool a room or home by a few important degrees. And if necessary, take quick cold showers from time to time to help cool your body temperature. 

I wrote this because my AC went out& I haven't been able to get it replaced yet. I figured that it'll happen to others too. Some people may not know how to deal with it or have never had to deal with it. And it's a friendly reminder as well.

Feel free to add your own suggestions & tricks that you've found to reduce the effect of oppressive heat.

... And On The 8th Day - #812

Day 812

... And on the 8th Day, God created...

Me.

Then he realized it was a fuck-up. Couldn't figure out a way to get rid of me. Had that action stricken from the record books and then made up that whole "I'm infallible" thing to cover his own ass in the even he was ever called on it.

That might or might not be Jim

It had to come out eventually. Just figured I'd give you some bits of what parts ended up on the editing room floor. The original version of the bible had a lot more drunken antics where God got all loaded and made shit up like the Platypus.

And when he had a cocaine-fueled nightmare one time and tried to draw it, we ended up with the Giant Weta. Cause FUCK THAT CREEPY GIANT BUG! If that's not straight out of a nightmare, I don't know what is!

But I'll let you know something. That dude is a shitty golfer. Why else do you think he made Sunday "church day" instead of "golf day" like everyone else wanted?

Also, his real name is Jim. And he's got a really bad hipster mustache. He stopped rocking the beard back in the 40's and has tried to be trendy ever since. I kinda wanted to punch him when he started wearing skinny jeans. Because dudes shouldn't wear skinny jeans. Ever. But he's "infallible" and thinks that makes it ok.

Dick.

Friday, July 12, 2013

It's All The Fault Of Iranian Testicular Saline Infusion Fetishists - #811

Day 811

The end is nearly here. I stumbled onto the threads of this plan a few months ago and have spent my off-time from this blog chasing down leads until I finally believe that I've found the origins, most of the moving parts, and the endgame for this apocalypse program. And we are all going to die.

In 1881, a group of Cthulhu Death Cultists and the Cotton Gin Consortium hatched a long-term plan for world domination. It is the biggest secret of the 20th and early 21st century and it has almost reached its climax. The plan began with small moves and was planned to take nearly 200 years. But the events of the 1970's Secret Ugandan Genetic Terror Jesus Resurrection Program accelerated the plans.

The first step of the plan was simple. Breed a child that would introduce the world to their god. Through a complex breeding program, 3 dozen children were born and the first selected to herald the forthcoming epoch was a failure. The first crop of apocalyptic heralds was born in 1890. Using a combination of Eugenics, Murder Theory, Thermal-Fusion Conditioning and Anaerobic Caffeine Injections directly to the frontal lobe of the children, their goal of creating a small army of Super Soldiers was a near complete failure, producing instead the man we would eventually know as Col. Sanders instead. However, one of the previously-disregarded gestation vessals had given birth to a child only a month before the first batch of future chicken magnates were born. In secret, a modified conditioning program was devised by a time-traveling android that had been imprinted with the personality of Buzz Aldrin's bastard offspring of a Moon Queen that he had impregnated while filming the moon landing on a Martian set. The non-chicken magnate child would grow to become HP Lovecraft, as you would expect.

It was around this point that the conspiracy began to expand and add additional support in the form of the Iranian Testicular Saline Infusion Fetishists, the Ukranian Bikini Team and an unknown guitar and piano manufacturer. These inclusions were strategic, although it appears that they were regionally specific rather than focus-based. They began to perform experiements with Thought Manipulation Lasers, Anal Prolapse Weaponry and the use of a combination of the sounds of an eraser going backwards on a blackboard and the sound of a walrus laughing as a torture technique.

In 1907, when Herbert Hoover and the Ancient Chinese Fire Cupping Club jointly discovered the microsingularity that is caused when a compressed methane cloud is forced through a small ring and then ignited on the other side at the point of ejection, time travel was invented. Thinking that this tool could be put to use by the Lord Templar of the Commercial Freight Hauler's Union to travel to the Canadian Judgment Day of 1937, the Cardinal of the Argentinian Wood Carver's Church discovered that the plan had failed somehow. That's when it they began to use the Time Technology to adjust their plan as necessary. They discovered the problem.

In 1936, the Supreme Overlord of the World Opthamologists Society, who by this point had killed off most of the members of most other disciplines in the Darwinian Science Study Wars of 1904 and ruled the majority of NorthWest Africa, discovered the plot by the Kentucky Fried Foods Syndicate and personally killed Col. Sanders while he slept with a garotte, preventing a major step in the plan from being put into motion. Undeterred by the failure, and with the assistance of PT Barnum's circus performers, the Syndicate determined the exact method to ensure the future that they wanted. Using the Time Tech, they traveled back and enacted this plan, artificially inseminating a German woman named Klara Pƶlzl in 1988, who would go on to give birth to a son named Adolf in April of 1889.

With that future failure avoided, the next steps of the plan involved waiting for the Science Wars to only pass in secret rather than the all-out medical genocide of the previous timeline. The World Wars were an unintended consequence and the rise of communism only served to help crush the faith of monotheists around a good portion of the world with a faith in the state or an openness to the concept of Elder Gods of the world.

But this was only part of the plan. Col. Sanders was also highly important. The secret original recipe was a message to the Micro Gods of the AfterVerse. The message told them that on July 7th, 1947, the Micro Gods were to finally reveal themselves to usher in a new era of technological and weapons advancements. Little did the Micro Gods know that it was a set up by the corrupting influence of the Cthulhu Death Cultists over the growing Syndicate. The Micro Gods were killed when their Intervibrational Balloon Ship was struck by a US Military Aircraft while it was still in the growing phase from subatomic to nearly the size of conventional fishing vessal. The result of the impact was to shrink & shift the military aircraft to the AfterVerse while completely decimating the Micro Gods and their ship. Because unbeknownst to most, the Micro Gods were the primary reason that the Elder Gods had been banished from our dimension in the first place.

The story goes that the Micro Gods of the AfterVerse had banished the Elder Gods from our dimension after an argument over a water variance with and the height of a fence. The resulting lawsuit, overseen by a cosmic judge in the Siamese Space Dolphin courts forced the Elder Gods to both remove the fence and leave the dimension unless the denizens of that dimension or the Micro Gods didn't request a continuation of the injunction by Earth Year 2015.

The conspiracy grew as it went unopposed and eventually led to the abolition of CFC usage, an increased frequency of butt sex as it was seen by the Elder Gods as a form of praise, and the confusion on the merits versus risks of nuclear power, the rise of the Bush Family, the election of a peanut farmer, and the fall of the western economy.

However, in an attempt to cause confusion within the ranks of the Syndicate, the Chinese began to inexplicably build complete cities for no purpose and with no populations. These are actually to be used as diversionary cities for the coming Apocalypse. With the onslaught not knowing where to attack, it allows an opportunity of either a brand-new city to use as cover or a Where's Waldo situation where the Elder Gods, unable to figure out which cities are real and fake, get frustrated searching for the real cities and eventually give up or leave.

While it's not entirely clear how the Terror Jesus Clone was instrumental in speeding up the timetable of the armageddon, it became clear to the Murder Priests of the Korean Whispering Church that the clone program and the retirement of the Space Shuttle combined with the EPA's increased emissions standards has created an environment ripe for incursion from The Before, which is the time-looped prison that the Elder Gods have been in since losing their civil suit, once the 2015 deadline rolls around with no objections.

We are all fucked and we just don't know it yet.