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Status: I'm really gonna need to get my shit together if I wanna make 'it' happpen...

Wipeout

Tuesday, July 29, 2008
The bastardized version of Most Extreme Elimination Challenge (aka MXC) is on the television right now.

It's a "reality" version of it and has normal people (aka actors).

On MXC, every contestant would be branded with some silly name like Chesty Roundbottom or Richie Longfellow and it was always good for a cheap laugh.

BUT... Wipeout, the clean-cut ABC version, just had a woman (a big girl) with the actual name... Sandy Bowles.

Done.

Fun Stuff All the Time = Less Blogging

Bayonet Tailgate Party

Wildwood Beach Ultimate Tournament. My team names keep getting better and better.

And this probably the only tournament team picture I have; hence, it's Internetedness (though I stole this from Lasky).

...

As far as what all my fun stuff is, it's sorta hard to always remember and document. Maybe I should get one of those helmet cameras to document all of my shenanigans and lame nights.

One thing that does come to mind is actually a reoccurring event that takes place during work. So, I work in a smaller office above an auto body shop but it's fully functional with offices, desks, walls and even a water cooler. Dynamo. Anyway, in the little landing at the top of the stairs heading into our office is a foosball table. I remember walking in and seeing people playing when I was originally interviewing and thinking that it was pretty awesome that people working can play Foosball! OMG! People having fun at work? Unheard of, indeed.

So, after a couple of weeks, I was finally extended the invitation to join the engineers and partake in a game. So, the first thing I noticed is that the score sliding wood things only have 5 on each side. That... was a bad sign. Hey Adam, why is that a bad sign? Well, if it's only a game to 5, that means that the people who play are pretty good and the contests are heated and points long.

I was not disappointed. For full disclosure, I had a foosball table in my college dorm junior year and would pretty much beat up on everyone, with occasional challenges by ringers or sober people. All of that experience, and training and practice meant not a goddamn thing when I stepped up the table. Passing, blocking, shooting from the side strikers is all standard for these guys. If it gets to the front 3 strikers, I will get scored on easily 70% of the time. And when it gets to my front 3, maybe a 10% success rate.

It is UNBELIEVABLE. Hopefully though, my soccer prowess can be exhibited in the real sport of soccer as opposed to the table variety... a chance I will have next Tuesday at Telegraph Field.

In conclusion, Yankees are two games back on the Sux, I know three couples getting married in May 2009 and once I get enough venture capital to invest in all of my crazy inventions, there will be so much cool stuff available to purchase from www.adamscrazyshit.com. Believe that...

A Time For Everything

Monday, July 7, 2008
I realize that sometimes my blog titles are a little too grandiose for the ramblin'-on's that follow it but I guess I can thank marketing for that. And Michael Bay's theory of "Explosions make every movie awesome and if that I put all those explosions in a 3 minute trailer, people will come see my billion dollar budget movies and be severely disappointed that the other 87 minutes of the movie is poor acting and nails-on-a-chalkboard dialogue." Whoa, that one got away from me.

Alright here we go. Getting into some new territory. I have a new job.

Crap. That news has been delivered many times through this medium, hasn't it. If you want to count every job, then it's... number 6. Jeez. Okay, in order:
#1 - Location: DC / Job: Auction Analyst / Time There: 10 months
#2 - Location: New Paltz / Job: I call it Operations, my sister would call it Company Gopher. / Time There: 4-5 months
#3 - Location: SF / Job: Recruiter aka Satan's Used Tissues / Time There: 1 week
#4 - Location: SF / Job: Motorcycle Salesman / Time There: 1 week
#5 - Location: SF / Job: Asst Control Buyer for frilly girly nancy type things / Time There: 5 months
#6 - ...

[Addendum: Yeah, I was at two jobs within a month, each for only a week. Call me what you will but sometimes soul sucking employment isn't worth the measly paycheck they exchange for your values.]

If you want the company name, e-mail me directly or check out either Facebook or LinkedIn. No name dropping in these posts to prevent any sort of interweb-tomfoolery. Here's what I can tell you, and you should be honored that I am even telling you at all, you vagabond. (Sorry, I feel like I just challenged a peeved 19th century Englishman).

Search Engine Optimization and Pay Per Click advertising / marketing / interwebness. Basically, it goes like this:

Person - Hey, I am looking for this particular thing! I'll try the Internet.
Internet - I AM THE MIGHTY INTERNET. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR, PERSON?
Person -Um, oh hey Internet. Whoa, you're tall. Oh right, I'm looking for "this." [Editor's Note - I can't tell you what "this" is].
Internet - HERE ARE YOUR RESULTS. GO FORTH AND BE INFORMED AND SEEK WHAT BEST MEETS YOUR NEEDS. INTERNET, OUT.

[I sorta channeled an Aqua Teen Hunger Force episode for that; It was the one with all the Pop-ups and the random guy is like a Wyzzard, or spelled someway.] Anywho...I work for a little company out of SOMA near the ball park and it's a breath of fresh air. And by fresh I mean that I am not surrounded by middle-agers and people worrying about whether or not their colostomy bag is full or not.

To put it this way, the age range is 20 to 36, with the mode being 25 (most likely). There's the standard graphic designers, engineers who are constantly playing foosball, the sales staff always on the phone and the random smattering of other oddballs who have creative thinking and can get shit done.

Get. Shit Done. This is what I've been looking for all this time. My quest for a job where something is actually accomplished and as a bonus (or requisite) working with the InterWebs is pretty fulfilling. Oh, and I made it through one full week so that's a good sign, right?

Beyond the job, there was something else I was gonna expound about. I am gonna steal Ed's technique of writing nonsense and worthless words until I can remember what it is because it seems to of worked for Ed on quite a few nonconsecutive occasions. But alas, it's late and this really isn't working for me right now...

So I'll leave you unfulfilled and wanting more. Like... a John with a narcoleptic hooker. (Yeesh, my bad.).