Yes Yes, My life is Sad

I have accepted the fact that in many ways I am a sad pathetic person. That being said, (regardless of the activity) if you devote the better part of 5 weeks on something, something that only a few thousand people in the world have done, it's gratifying and satisfying to have it done. So I present to you a screenshot of our Kael'thas Sunstider kill.



Yes ladies and gentlemen, that tall gangly pink haired troll is me. And around me are 24 of the 30 or so people who are as sad and pathetic as I am. Be happy for us.

A Message for the E-Stalkers

I think I've been getting too much vitamin D as of late... I really need a week or two where I can lock myself indoors...

My tanlines are becomming unhealthy, really they are.

I spent near all of my sparetime these last few days watching a show called Dexter. And I'm sure all the highlands people are tired of hearing about it, but I really do feel that show is the best I have seen in a long time (thanks pastor 'drew).

The premise is the life and adventures of a csi-style blood-spatter-analysis guy. The twist is he's a sociopath witha desire to kill, and uses his relations within the police force to track down and murder serial killers.

The characters are all so... developed? I dunno. They feel like real people, and interact how you would expect real people would react. All of them.

The show is graphic (think if CSI didnt have to worry about being syndicated for a 1pm afternoon slot) and a lot of the time the only thing that gets you through it is the fact that the sociopathic protaganist gets his jollies from a crime scene (btw, I should mention that if you have a queasy stomache, this show probibly wont be for you... it gets pretty grotesque).

The entire first season was rivetting. I honestly couldn't wait to watch the next episode (even though I had to) and now I cant wait for it to get on DVD so I can watch it again with the bonus features...

Yup...

I should probibly sleep...

Everyone be aware that August first is take back the rainbow day... feel free to ask for an explainatio)

O.M.G.

First off I heard a little girl yesterday say "Look mommy! he's riding a unipopcicle"

second is... this video... mesmerizing

Gonna try to be deep

I dislike being told that I don't understand, or worse yet that I can't understand. Sometimes it's justified and it's something I won't understand even if I really really try (the female hormone cycle, for example... It's one of those things you can't really understand until it's happened to you... thankfully for me it hasn't).

I had someone offload on me the otherday about the problems they have with they're own body image. I did my best to remain sympathetic and let her do most of the talking, but she ended it with "I dunno why I'm telling you this, you won;t understand". I interjected and asked what she could possibly mean, and what it boiled down to was - Neal is skinny, therefore Neal should be exempt from problems with body image.

This has bothered me, and since this is my blog, I'm gonna share a few things.

I am really REALLY skinny. With the exception of a few months (maybe closer to a year) in my entire life, I have been at a body weight that most people would consider unhealthy.

I can touch my middle fingers and thumbs around my upper thigh, and am within a few inches of being able to do it around my waist.

I am very skinny.

I also suffer from poor body image; Some days I look in the mirror and see myself as so skinny I feel natious. Some days I look in the mirror and see drooping and jiggling where I don't feel I should.

On days when I do feel good about myself, I am often bombarded by people like myself in the media. People my size are usually stock characters, and we're not usually the guy that gets the girl, or the guy that saves the day (with a few exceptions). We are nerdy. We are unsocialized. We are ridiculed. And we are instantly identified by our size.

Some days I wish I was the guy with the rock hard abs, walking around with no shirt on as all the ladies swoon while I pass.

I dont really know where I'm going with this... But I hope I made some sort of point... Western society bombards us all with unattainable goals of appearance, and then mock us when we can't get there. None of us are exempt. If you dont believe me, watch a show like "americas next top model" or "project runway" and listen to what the models say "my collar bone sticks out too much" "my torso is too long" "my knees are too fat" "my nose is too big"... These people, who are paid to be epitomy of perfection, are just as insecure as any of us... So please don't say I won;t understand...

I cut grass, I eat I sleep...

On another note, several of my viewers have wondered what the original soundtrack to that last video I posted could possibly be...



I think the rap fits better =P

Update

Yes yes... I'm sorry..

Theres really just not that much going on in my life... unless you wanna hear all about grass or A'lar...

You do?

Grass is good... but I think it's funny that I'm allowed to mow the grass in the mornings, but as soon as someone needs to mow it in the afternoon "omg! you've never double cut before! oh noes! is there someoneone else! omg omg omg omg!!!"

I got employee of the week too! All I did was not screw up as much as I normally do, and pretend to think for myself... More or less the sam things that got me through high school...

Warcrack is going well... our progress is picking up and I have some sweet ass lootz...

yeah..

I'm moving on thursday... should be FUN! woot woot!

I hate moving... but I think I would hate living on the streets even more...

Movingin with Zach for those of you who don't know... He was my roommate second year of college... probibly the only person who playe more videogames then me...

Yup... my life is le boring...

So if you've ever wondered "what would happen if I took some archived movies of 1960's choreography and played modern rap overtop of the video" boy do I ever have the video for you...

I assure you this video WAS NOT made for this song... Which makes it all the more amazing

Full swing

Things are almost back to "normal" at the golf course... which is nice...

My days are mostly spent off in my own little world on or behind some sort of mower listening to music...

The radio is my best friend again... and of course there are a few songs I truely adore...

Since I dont have anything to blog about... here are those songs... Enjoy

Peter, Bjorn and John (ft Victoria Bergsman) - Young Folk


The Fratellis - Flathead


Plain White Tees - Hey There Delilah


Tim Armstrong - Into Action (Ft Skye Sweetnam)



SOme of the videos are cheese, I know... but at least the songs are catchy XD

Grass

So... we spend weeks upon weeks fretting over grass...

"It's too cold to take the tarps off"
"oh noes! it's dead"
"work the seams"
"it's too wet"
"It's too dry"
"get 'er done"
"looking good"

Just when I thought it was safe (afterall, all the sod was down) a new twist

"Neal! Take the new guy and bury all the sod with sand"

Well... thats not what he said, but thats what he wanted us to do...

SO we managed to get 3.75 greens covered... The biggest one required about 500 lbs (I kid you not) of sand to complete... All of which needed to be scooped from buckets by hand and placed on the greens in an organised pattern...

Now the first problem, is each bucket of sand weighs about as much as I do (I can support myself from a bar with one hand, but I could barely support the bucket with two)

The second problem was my coworker... He's new, and seems afraid... I dont know what, but even my bosses assistant (the one who's usually quite keen on the "no talk =>better work" theory) comment on how quiet he was...

I tried for 4 hours (really I tried) but to no avail. He plays handbells... but wouldnt talk about them... he's taking science at school... but wouldnt talk about that... He's a christian... still nothing to talk about... He likes outdoorsy activities... but nothing came out of that either(I dont know what I could add to a conversation about that... so maybe it is my fault)...

Eventually I gave up and listened to the radio...

At least he's a really hard worker and follows directions well...

I dont know if I could have made it an entire day if the conversationw as lacking AND we couldnt accomplish anything...

Ugly Postcard Competition

A little bit about this historical competition...

It was started many years ago by a creepy (very) old man, named Scott, who ended up being shipped off to colorado for the summer as a job placement (fun!)

He made the request, and his friends complied, and out of this came the ugly postcard competition (if any of you would like to add to the history of this, feel free to do so)...

Anyone can participate... Just send in an ugly post card... You don't actually have to know any of us, or anything about Edmonton, or Canada... if you are reading this, you are eligble...



a few prize catagories are (but not limited to)
Ugliest postcard
First runner up
Second runner up
Best Effort
Ugliest postcard sent in by a pirate
Ugliest postcard sent in by a ninja
AND from Amber's addition last year
Prettiest postcard!! (its the blooper prize)



So yes...

Send now, send often...



J. Jassmann
c/o Our Saviour Lutheran Church
795 West Island Highway
Parksville, British Columbia
V9P 1B9

after august you will have to send your postcards to

11164 69th street
Edmonton, AB
T5B 1R4

Moved

New place, high above the city... Even the refinieries look pretty at night.

Accepting housewarming gifts!

Need to sleep (leaving early for work since I dont know how long it'll take me to peddal there...

Neal

<3

It's nice to be on a mower again...

all this manual labor was getting tiresome

Sod

How to Sod a Golfcourse

So... You start by cutting up a dead green and seperating the two types of grass 1) dead grass 2) moderately less dead grass

Put the dead grass in a compost pile, put the less dead grass in a neat pile all rolled up.

Load less dead grass in a cart and move it off to a shady loaction.

Unroll less dead grass in predeterminded shady location.

Get told less dead grass is too unorgansised.

Roll less dead grass, move over two feet, unroll (repeat ad infinitum)

Decide on location of where less dead grass should go.

Roll less dead grass.

Put less dead grass in cart.

Get told there are two types of less dead grass, both of which you now have in cart.

Transport both less dead grass.

Unroll less dead grass.

Sort less dead.

Roll one of less dead grasses, unroll the other less dead grass.

Transport the rolled less dead grass and transport it back to start.

Unroll transported less dead grass.

Return to less dead grass.

Cut less dead grass until sufficient amounts are of relatively equal lengths.

Place less dead grass in appropriate location.

Cut less dead grass so the pieces fit.

Find more less dead grass from a different location (which ends up being the first location but a different first location)

Put new less dead grass with old less dead grass (at appropriate location)

Roll up unused less dead grass.

Return to different first same location.

Unroll less dead grass.

Return to other less dead grass.

Place other elss dead grass in cart.

Find other less dead grass, and slightly living grass, throw in same cart as otger less dead grass.

I've been earning my wage, you better belive it.

Soup... and not the edible kind

So the weather left the parts of the course we needed to drive on in quite a state...

A least 6 inches of swamplike mud on all of the non paved paths... Everythig is filthy...

It's still cold... but it's a bareable cold now...

Indeed

Work work work

Why, oh why, does it have to start snowing the day I start working outdoors again?

*shudder*

at least i remembered two pairs of gloves (oherwise it would have been way too cold)

Work is good. Everyone has gotten back into the routine of making fun of me (ah ha ha ha ha... neal doesn't have his drivers liscense lets stand around and make him park all the workmans... bwahahahah...)

Other than that, everything is pretty enjoyable.

The fences came down a lot faster than they went up, the hay is a lot easier to deal with when you're not trying to spread it evenly, and picking up garbage when there isnt waist high grass isn't my least favourite chore.

Theres a new guy whos started today with me. He asked me if we normally got to take so many breaks (no we dont) so I hope he doesnt get to used to the 45 minutes of work 45 minutes of break routine.

Oh, and for those of us retouring to Highlands this eyar (or those of you joining us)... The snow came to quick so the ground didnt have time to freeze before it was insulated. Almost all the greens have severe winter kill, and we will be resodding... A LOT of resodding (when I asked in comparison to last year, they laughed and told me we barely did any sodding last year) *shudder*

on a very light note

An update

...

Yup...

that's about everything...

Work starts at the golf course on monday (although checking the weather, I hope thats still the case)

I am terribly excited...

Can you watch it with a straight face?

What not to do...

Note for all my readers...

When people are walking down a dark deserted street, a flash of bright light WILL draw their attention... This is an unavoidable fact...

So if you are in a ground floor bedroom turning on the lights with the blinds open before you put on any sort of clothing...

I mean, I don't want to sound like a prude, but I was just as surprised as they were...

The truth

Have you ever told someone how you really truely felt?

Sometimes it takes a lot of courage, but it usually ends up paying off... right?

I told my boss how I felt...

I don't appreciate being told, on one hand, that if I treat the druggies the crackheads and thw whores any different than any of the rest of the customers I'll be fired, but, on the other hand, being told that I'm being too nice to the widower who's son has left her to California to live happily with his wife...

And then not being told the work schedual more than 48 hours in advance (that's right folks I was schedualed to work sunday morning... but I wouldn't have found that out until I went into work at 11pm on friday night... giving me all of 34hours between when i got off and when I started...)

needless to say i said no to that idea...

Actually... I didnt say no... I said never... I also said something along the lines of "if I'm expected to do my job then why the hell aren't you doing your job"...

So keeping up with that tradition...

You're a crazy bitch... and living in the same house with you has been the bane of my existence for the last two months... No, I dont think your behaviors are normal or justified; in fact I think childish and deviant are much more accurate.

I swallow my toungue every time you ask me for advice because telling the truth would make our living situation that much more unbearable.

And no, I didn't want this FUCKING bed in my goddamn room...

That's why it's never been set-up...

In fact I'll return it soon...

Enjoy...

God that felt good

On the plus side... only a few more months til I move out...

=D

Been Tagged...

First a note..

I truely hate my job... I hate the customers, who are the emitomy of slime and make me think twice of the social programs I would normally support without question... I dislike my boss who's only form of discipline is writing a note in a book for everyone to see detailing what stupid thing you've done wrong with no advice on how to recitify the situation or how to follow proper protocol... I hate a lot of my cowokers... well... I dont hate the ones that are still here, but 4 have quit/been fired/given notice since I started a month ago... not too shabby considering we started with 11 employees...

yes..

so...

Being tagged appears to imply that I have to share 6 random things about me... I shall try my best to be completely random...

1) The first thing I do whenever I turn on my computer is disable quicktime... I know there are ways to permanently disable, or simply stopping it from automatically starting up on login, and I've done both... but for so long I've been logging in and turning it off that it doesn't feel like my computer if I don't do it (so I set it back)

2) When I feel sad or lonely I stare at my desktop picture... the bird looks as sad and lonely as I feel some days... it makes me feel better...

3) I like my sneakers to be exceptionally grubby... My last pair of converse looked awsome, but I had to stop wearing them most of the time cuz I wore holes in the leather... dirt and stains are cool by me, but holes make you look poor...

4) Wolf blass is (and has been for a while) my favourite winery... I would drink it by the barrelful if I had the money

5) The smell of stale coffee is almost as effective as the smell of oranges at making me feel queezy... who would have thought something I <3 so much could have something in common with something I
6) I've prayed the rosary more times in the last month than I've "normal" prayed... Despite what I may not like of the Catholic church, the rosary is a very helpful prayer tool... today I will be covering the sorrowful mysteries...

And since it appears I get to tag people myself... I will choose randomly... Morg-o, Lauren, Vince, Chelsea... i don't know how many I'm supposed to randomly choose... 4 seems like a nice low random number...

Life Story (and then some)

We have a regular customer whom I know to live nearby our house...

Ove the last weeks she has come in every day and chatted about nothing..

Today she offered me a ride home... Against my better judgement, I accepted (mostly cuz I know where she lives and shes a frail old lady who can barely see over the counter at the store)...

I kinda wish i hadn't..

She ambushed me with pictures and photo albulms and talked to me about Dieppe and her daughters wedding and her first ex husband and her best friends daughters husbands brother (literally... he's a police officer in St Paul)...

I should have walked..

Time it takes to walk, 8 minutes..

Time it takes to drive and be bored by stories, 48 minutes...

I was contemplating saying something like "LET ME OUT OF THE CAR PLEASE!!! I CAN SEE MY HOUSE FROM HERE!!!" but I suppose I'm too polite...