Me

I always knew I picked the right one.

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My LovelyWife left me a message at the bus stop this morning. ūüėČ

 

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One bullet short of a full gun (36)

Welcome to the “Don’t know what you got (Till it’s gone)” edition of one bullet short of a full gun.

Hacked. I had not blogged in almost two months, but when I got hacked and the blog was gone for a few hours, I realized how I really miss this blog. Of course, rebuilding everything from scratch presents its own challenges. I’m trying to figure out how to have the new “Add Media” see the old images I uploaded in the previous version of the site… I guess this will keep me busy for a bit.

Family Day. Every family day it’s the same thing. My family either works or goes to school while I stay home. I wonder what I could do today since I’m all by myself…

Wii. A couple of months ago, I moved the Wii to the kids TV room. The kids love it, but now I’m out of a source of entertaintment in the living room… Maybe I’ll finally get that PS3 I’m always talking about. Hey, it’s not like there’s any other family member here to stop me! Any good games I should get?

1,000+. On the other hand, I haven’t read any of your blogs in a long while. I know this because my Google Reader is mocking me with its 1,000+ proudly displayed on top of the page… Maybe I’ll catch-up to what you’ve been doing in the past six months. Did I miss anything important?

Exception. Of course, there’s always an exception to every Cinderella power ballad rule: Sometimes you know exactly what you have, and you can’t wait until it’s gone. Counting the days…

In pure Call of Cthulhu tradition, I’ll keep the last bullet for myself for when the madness finally comes.

Grrrrr-Rrrrr!

Grrrrr-Rrrrr!

I don’t think I’m better than you.

And that’s what makes me better than you.

The person who inspired this post will most likely never see it, so don’t bother asking if this post is about you. This post is about the chain letters that I see making the rounds on Facebook and other social media (Gotta love Twitter for that, 140 characters is not a lot of characters to forward a chain letter), but mainly on Facebook.

This afternoon, I was catching up on some Facebook browsing, I love reading what you guys are doing. Scrolling backwards through my newsfeed, I noticed a post warning me about the “New Facebook Privacy Issues”, and asking me to un-check some option in my settings in order to prevent people from seeing what this other person was publishing on my timeline.

When I see a post like this, I always do the same thing: I reply to the post explaining that this is a hoax, and I add a link to hoaxbuster, snopes, or any other relevant website where more information can be obtained about the hoax in question. That’s it.

I don’t call you stupid.

I don’t make fun of you.

I don’t send you emails full of threats.

I just try to inform you, because I believe that knowledge is power, and I want you to have more power.

I admit that after a couple of those posts from you, or if you email me multiple times to tell me that you know that most chain letters are dumb but that you know for a fact that this one is not a hoax, and that you’d be so grateful if I would just follow the instructions and forward the message to all my contacts, I may lose my temper a little and write a very nasty post on my Facebook timeline along the lines of this one:

Seriously, just look at all that vitriol dripping from that post.

What you fail to understand is that even if this post seems to be about you, it really is about me.

About my strong desire to make people better, stronger, brighter, smarter, and how I seem to be failing miserably at doing this with you. This post is not saying: “You are inferior to me”, it’s saying: “I have a hard time understanding what I’m doing wrong, why am I not getting through to this person?” or more¬†literally: “Why the fuck do I keep trying to do this?”

Normally I get a few funny comments from dear friends and I move on. Until next time.

But this time, you replied to my post:

I’m sorry, Superior¬†being.

Wow.

I try to help you and you think that I’m calling you inferior? I have a hard time understanding why you would think that way – if I’m about to stick a screwdriver in an electric outlet and someone tells me that it’s a bad idea, and sends me references to electricity and wiring a house, my first instinct is to thank that person, not get frustrated and call him names.

I’m smart enough to know that I don’t know everything (but I’m working on it) and I’m always grateful when someone takes the time to teach me something. Especially when it’s done gracefully.

Unless you think that all teachers are all secretly thinking that all their students are inferior. ¬†Remind me what you do for a living again? Oh right. You teach math in a high school. I sure hope that when you grade exams lower than 100% the kids don’t think you’re calling them inferior, and that they didn’t nicknamed you “The Superior Being”. I’m sure that after having to explain twenty times the same thing to the same kid, you never got home, cracked a beer open and vented to your significant other.

Oops, my bad.

But here’s the good part. You know those privacy settings you wanted me to change so my friends wouldn’t see what you post? I did you one better. You never have to worry about my friends seeing what you post on Facebook. I won’t see what you post either. That’s what the unfriend button is for.

If you somehow manage to find this post, let me leave you with this one final information.

This is one of my favorite non-fiction book ever. I highly recommend it if you ever want to truly understand why we’re not Facebook friends anymore.

Spoiler Alert: It’s because you’re an asshole.

See? I’m really not better than you.

 

#NoMoreBullies

It was about a month ago now that Stuntman Stu (@Stuntmanstu) tweeted this picture:

Stuntman Stu – #NoMoreBullies

I immediately thought that I had to something to support that campaign. Obviously writing #NoMoreBullies on my hand and posting a picture would be the easiest part. Liking the “No More Bullies” Facebook page would also be painless. What else could I do?

I decided to wait about a month before doing anything. For starters, it would give me time to reflect a little more on the whole thing and I thought that if the #NoMoreBullies movement was to slow down a little, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to have people “jump in” a little later.¬†Not that I think my meager contribution will make a big difference, but it can’t make things worst, right?

A blog post

Writing a post about bullying / stopping bullies would help spread the message. What tone to use? I try to be a funny guy, but bullying is no laughing matter. On the other hand, I gotta be me. I’m still debating this. We’ll see what will happen.

Buying some stuff

Another thing I’m good at is buying some stuff. I like t-shirts, I like mugs. Surely there must be some sort of item I can buy to support the #NoMoreBullies cause. A quick search on Zazzle tells me otherwise. No stuff with the #NoMoreBullies hashtag? That sounds like something I can definitely do.

#NoMoreBullies Stuff on Zazzle

So go ahead, and buy some #NoMoreBullies stuff, either a lovely mug or an awesome t-shirt or both if you want!¬†I will donate all the profits I’ll make from the sale of these items to any charity StuntmanStu thinks will help the most.

I’m still thinking about that blog post. Stay tuned.

Pillow

If you read Avitable (and if you don’t what’s wrong with you?) you know that last Friday Adam posted a bunch of things he wanted to sell in a Black Friday spirit, and you probably know that I expressed interest in the New Moon pillow, because 1.25$ to start my Avitable Clones Army is a steal.

New Moon pillow case – 1.25$

Express air shipping – 24.97$

Black Light – 34.95$

Discovering that Adam plays for both teams (Edward and Jacob) – Priceless.

Tungsten

Tungsten¬†/ňąt ĆŇčst…ôn/, also known as¬†wolfram¬†/ňąw älfr…ôm/¬†(wuul-fr…ôm), is a¬†chemical element¬†with the chemical symbol¬†W¬†and¬†atomic number¬†74.

A hard, rare metal under standard conditions when uncombined, tungsten is found naturally on Earth only in chemical compounds. It was identified as a new element in 1781, and first isolated as a metal in 1783. Its important ores include wolframite and scheelite. The free element is remarkable for its robustness, especially the fact that it has the highest melting point of all the non-alloyed metals and the second highest of all the elements after carbon.

Still here? Good.

 

Look at that nice mane of hair. And LovelyWife’s hair is not bad either.

Sixteen years ago LovelyGirlfriend became LovelyWife. This is our Tungsten anniversary. Like Tungsten, being married 16 years is a hard and rare thing. Like Tungsten, we are remarkable for our robustness, and I have a really high melting point.

LovelyWife likes to set things on fire (that’s the carbon reference) including my heart.

And that’s a W. ūüėČ

Happy Anniversary Honey! XXX

Mado

¬†My brother‚Äôs Mother-In-Law ‚Äď Mado ‚Äď died yesterday morning after a long battle with brain Cancer. As I suspected, people on Twitter did not spend the night Tweeting about her. They did not make graphics with her quotes, direct people to watch her videos on YouTube.

In all fairness, Mado was not a public figure. She didn’t invent cool computers and technological gadgets like Steve did.

But for her family, she did change everything.

So Rest in Peace Mado. I didn‚Äôt know you very well but you did touch my life, and more importantly my brother’s life. You were and are still loved.