Thursday, October 15, 2009

Peeves

Everyone has them. Recently a couple have been rearing up a bit more often than I'd like for them to so I'm writing about it.

People eating/drinking loudly. You know, chewing with your mouth open and slurping your drink. It makes me want to punch whoever is doing it in the face. If you can't eat like a civilized person I don't give a fuck about eating with you. I know your mom taught you better manners than that so use them.

Generally worthless people. Now it's ok for people to be lazy from time to time or even frequently but to avoid being of worth all together is another situation indeed. Get off your ass, out from behind your beer, pop that bubble you're living in, put the drugs down for one fucking minute, open your eyes and do something already!

That's all for now.
-Reno

Monday, June 29, 2009

Change, growth, evolution

Direct change was always the hardest thing for me. Now before I get into this let me explain my outlook on the word change. Change is the instant alteration of and object or a thing. For example, I changed the play dough from a ball shape to a pancake shape or I changed the way I feel about abortion, the bug was alive now it's dead.

With that said, I never could change things like how difficult it was to get out of bed, even if I knew the boss would be pissed that I was late for work again after a little “talk.” I never could change my views on love, fairness and justice. I never could grasp one thing about my life, squeeze it, shake it or quite frankly do anything to make it immediately conform to my desires, and that’s MY LIFE we’re talking about here. How could anyone think they could actually change anything around them, especially other people? No matter the desire or effort change doesn’t work for me.

Growth is another thing entirely however. Now I’m not talking about physical growth, aging or weight gain though what I’m talking about sounds quite similar. I’m talking about inner growth. So, understand, growth is what’s happening now. It happens while you’re sleeping, walking, sitting on the toilet and within every facet of your sane life. Growth is the result of the world taking it’s worst and best out on you. Now you understand that inner growth obviously can’t be measured by conventional means such as height, weight or with any direction at all. You’ll understand when I mention how we’ve all been down in the dumps and grown due to the experience. Your boss yells at you because you’re late or not producing well enough and fires you or maybe your significant other has said they are calling it quits. These are real shitty situations because of what you loose. Income and love are important. (Debatable as to the importance of one over another but that’s a debate for another time) You do the time and put in the work to deal with the hand you’re dealt and next time you’re going to set you alarm 15 minutes earlier and be a little bit more cautious with your heart. You’re saying – but this is change this is an alteration in my life, your life, your world and thoughts! No, no it’s not. This is growth. I’ll show you.

My tree example: Take a tree, obstruct it’s growth and the tree will grow around that obstruction but not only that the tree’s growth will make that obstruction part the tree. The tree was forever changed and altered by what happened to it (You coming along and fucking up it’s program) the tree continued to grow regardless of what happened. (Barring you doing something to kill it) The tree continued to grow in it’s altered state which though the tree was altered it remained a tree; it simply evolved into a tree with a bike or chain or something sticking out of it. You see we can't change the things that happen to us or what others have done. We can however take that occurrence and grow with it. What doesn’t kill you is going to leave a scar.

Evolution is what happens when growth changes something over a period of time. Distinct change in someone or something that becomes their make up, fabric or eyes through which they see the world is evolution. So like I said, I could never grab my whole life or even part of it, shake it and spin it into something else immediately or even over night. No I couldn’t mold me into a play dough perfect Mr. Potato head. I had to go through life, watching, learning, making mistakes and being the butt of others mistakes, taking those events and growing over time to allow evolution occur.

Jaded is a word I hear often. I’m not offended by the accusation though I am put off that the accuser thinks I’m so close-minded. Personally I see it to be completely opposite. I am open-minded. I understand that my actions would easily lead someone to earnestly think I’m close-minded and closed off to “rational” processes of thought; what with my openness to scoff at your notion of love, today’s society’s institution of marriage and how fickle the word compassion has become. Let me start by saying I used to be nothing like what I’ve become. Not one ounce could have imagined being anything like I am now way back in the day. I wasn’t aware time, growth and change lead to evolution and their ability to re-write my entire program, though that’s what happened. Lets get back to that box known as jaded. Jaded has a since of irrationality brought upon by emotion. I would have to be bitter to be jaded. Bitter I am not. I used to be so caught up in what had been done to me that it consumed me, made me bitter and yes I was quite jaded. Given enough time I moved on, thought about things, grew and evolved. What we have is the end result of two things the initial catalyst, then seeing the same scenarios play out with the same end multiple times. I’ve simply become and equal opportunist with and opinion based on experience. I can’t help that the results have been of negative nature over and over again nor can I help that I can’t alter the outcome. Imagine a scientist performing the same experiment over and over expecting to get different results. That’s insane. I simply accept the results, expect they will be reoccurring and move on. All of this is pertaining specifically to love and relationships. Please understand why I’m skeptical when you tell me “I’m not like all the other girls.” So far I’m 5 for 5. Last I checked there we’re too many boys in the big leagues batting a thousand.

This is where I loose most people. Well Josh, if you’re right all the time and you’re not willing to give anyone a chance to prove you wrong that makes you jaded and it makes me right. Wrong again. I welcome my theories and results to be proven wrong, blown out of the water even. I’ll happily find myself swimming in a whole sea of love and everything else I rebuke. The thing is, it’s a long road to walk between here and that big wonderful sea and it’s an even more difficult thing to find someone worth starting the journey with. I know you can empathize. So what I’m getting at is that even though your mom brushed your hair as a kid and said you were special I’m telling you you’re special to someone else other than me. That I am open to find that person but they are going to have way more impressive qualities than you do. Only then will I consider maybe taking that long walk. Now don’t take it personal. You’re probably fantastic, maybe you’re even reading this and we’re friends or maybe you’re reading this with hurt in your heart from the things I’ve written here. Let me say your mom is right you are special. You and I just aren’t the right fit. It’s like trying to the piece of the puzzle that goes on the bottom right corner to fit in the dead center, by the end of everything the corner piece is nothing like it was supposed to be and not one but four other pieces are forever altered as well. Enough with the metaphors, bottom line I’m open to love with the right person. I’m not jaded the word for the way I am, cynical.

Now lets get back to the main topic, evolution within a person. I wish all of you tremendous evolution. I do so because evolution supersedes desire, emotion, condition and even needs. Evolution takes from any one or all of those things and betters the person that you are. You evolve into someone stronger, happier and more capable. All these things I wish for you. I hope it doesn’t take long for whatever it is that’s troubling you to result into a new version of you, that your evolution is quick though I doubt it will be painless. I understand now how and why people work this way. I’ve been rolling it around in my head for about two weeks and I’m happy to take the time (mostly because I’m on my 6th day in a row at work and don’t feel like doing anything work related) to put this on paper. If you’re still reading, I appreciate your dedication. This drivel is really intended for my own self-service and offers minor insight into what’s bouncing around in my head. I suppose it’s published because in some way I feel like if someone else reads this and I’m way off base they will hold me accountable and I’ll have to re-evaluate my ideals there by furthering my evolution.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Cold blooded

Because the world is a cold place.

Frankly I showed up for the win. That's right, you might as well put the "W" in my column. I won't quit until it's there.

I know where your allegiance lies, right beside that number 1 you've got pinned to your chest. You've got an assortment of names for someone like me. I've only got one name for you; liar.

So many people want to act caring and kind as if they were good for the world when the truth is no matter what we're all in it for ourselves.

FTW. For the win, that's what I signed up for. Not to buy your bullshit, laugh at your jokes or give you a slap on the back. No, I walked in to accept you for who you are and to verbalize that I can see you're an actual asshole. Now I know you think I must be mistaken but have no doubt I'm a terribly good judge of character that's accustom to being right. Invariably you should conclude that I'm not to be fucked with. I understand you think you're quick and all but just because I'm nodding and smiling doesn't mean I'm buying.

Just bringing a little darkness to your sunshiny world,
Reno

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Kick ass

That's right - I've waiting two years to write a "This year is kicking ass blog." Well I'm writing it today.

Up to this point 09 is kicking ass. I'm selling a bunch of shit. My roommates are cool as hell. I'm content with living here for now. Life can't get much better.

I was going to write more but my ADD is kicking my butt so this is all you get.

Lata,
Josh

Friday, March 20, 2009

Baby girl

I don't own a boat but I can float your boat.

I didn't show up for the heart break. No that wasn't my intent at all. Simply I'd rather see you happy without me. Guess that's because I'm fine with out you, or anyone looking for a companion.

See, I've got tons of friends. Tons. I make new ones all the time. I love to work. Love it. After that I enjoy being alone. All alone. So you see, just as I told you, that makes me a terrible boyfriend. Don't act like this wasn't something I brought up in the very beginning. Once your heart stops hurting you'll be able to hear that. Other girls already have, other girls have yet to. But enough about you.

I realized the why. An epiphany at it's finest. In order for me to be content I need to find someone that I can communicate with wholly and unencumbered by the typical relationship constraints of judgment and offense.

You dating someone that's become your best friend? Good, I think that's going to last. At least that's a form of love that I hope does. Because if not then I've lost faith in love all together. The freedom, understanding and level of comfort I hope those things entail is what I've decided upon to be true and worthy of pursuit.

Up to that point it's all another form of entertainment. Filling the gap between when you wake up and go to sleep. The gap that exists between when you're born and when you die. That's truly all any of us are doing - staying entertained. How lame is that?

Reno

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Looking back

Do you ever look back on some of the stuff you did and think "Man I was an idiot."

Whenever I do that I laugh because I of how cool I am now.

Reno

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

On my mind

Don't display your maiden name as your middle name on Face Book if you've recently gotten married.

I need to get I tunes up and running on my computer again.

I need to write about women expecting to have the seat put down.

Customers are idiots. Though with out them I'd be a broke sucka.

Don't write dramatic shit in your status updates. Keep that shit where it belongs - in my blogs.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

I will not

Ever confuse myself for being a "thug".
I might say or do some crazy shit but I never did any growing up in the hood.

Be calm about my "H" or "T" button not working on my keyboard.
I might break my laptop if it doesn't start cooperating.

Have an ugly girlfriend and say or think she is attractive.
I'm not going to lie to myself or try to convince you of my lies.

Hide my love for profoundly open and understanding old people (70+)
I don't mean this in a sexual way, sick bastard.

Tell you your girlfriend is cute, smart, funny, or anything of the like.
I will tell you the opposite if it's true though.

Lie to you but I will tell you what I think you want to hear.
I don't know which is worse.

Get over my trust issues any time soon though I do believe in love.
Unfair but true.

Ever fear saying sorry or admitting I'm wrong.

Because of everything I'm not, I am enough of a man to do those two things.

Give up the idea that taking action is easier than asking permission.
It's also more efficient.

Claim to be artistic or begin to think I fully exploit my potential.
Pretty sure it's because I'm too lazy.

Say I appreciate all that I should.
Because I don't

Reno

Saturday, February 28, 2009

HYDROCO/APAP 5/500

Is it bad that two out of the three sales guys here are high as a kite right now? One of which is me. Some times, just some times, it's fun to work here. At least I've got a prescription and a reason to be taking these pills.

Reno

Friday, February 27, 2009

My foot hurts

Almost as bad as a double dose of gonorrhea and syphilis. I would know. I really think it's a combination of too much drinking and driving, DUI's are a bitch.

It's been an eventful week what with my foot progressively getting worse, downloading demo games on the Play Station, arguing with various women, and getting involved in a web of my friend's blogs. Oh, and my girl scout cookies came in this week, they are yummy.

I've thought of a series to compose called "Fucked by the man - stories that make me wonder why I still work here and make you laugh." I'm excited to get that under way.

You need to check out sxephill on youtube. It's funny shit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLmyYbwcYc8&feature=channel_page

Reno

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

New hotness

We just rolled an 09 Suzuki Hayabusa on to the showroom today and it looks awesome! I'll also say that I love white motorcycles, I'm glad manufacturers have started to produce more of them.



One of my favorites continues to be the 08-09 Honda CBR 1000RR

Friday, February 20, 2009

Old

Haven't we all heard "They don't build them like they used to."? As time has passed I've found a new affinity for old stuff.

Take the 1974 Yamaha RD350



357 lbs, 350cc Twin two-stroke, 39hp, 6-speed, 105mph top speed. It's simple, it's fast, it's cool looking. Give me an old brown leather jacket and a set of aviators and I'll race you to Texas.

Or how about the 1936 Bugatti 57SC Atlantic?



I can't think of a modern car with a better looking ass. 200hp supercharged I-8 with dry sump lubrication, DOHC, 5500 rpm red line, 123mph top speed! This was 1936 in case you forgot! It hauled ass and looked like it had some dignity.

Any more we've got the latest version of the razors edge. A lighter, faster, more powerful object of sex appeal and speed. Though that's exactly what the two of these examples were, we've lost what old stuff has - character. The ability to duplicate the latest and greatest testimony of mobile excess doesn't build character. It builds whatever it is you're stamping out.

The RC8 and the Veyron are great but I miss these things that I never knew, these things that are older than I am. I want to see more of them. I want to be involved with objects that have more wisdom than I do, not more technology than I'll ever understand.

Looks like there's an old, appreciative side to me after all.