Archive for February, 2010

My Winter Olympics Boner

Posted in Sports, Uncategorized on February 26th, 2010 by admin – Be the first to comment

The opening day of the Olympics was the first day that I was officially moved into my new place.  Since I have been at home cleaning, rearranging and getting my shit together I have watched a ton of the Olympics. While putting my bookcase together I cheered for cross country skiers and as I was swearing at a half assembled desk in front of me curling was on in the background.  I have never been a huge fan of the winter Olympics – instead of running, jumping and swimming of the summer games the winter has bobsled, ski aerials and the luge.  Most of the events are more of a drunken dare than a sporting event.  Regardless I have a few observations about the past 2 weeks: read more »

Be a Team Player! Then throw yourself off the balcony…

Posted in Work on February 22nd, 2010 by admin – Be the first to comment

I just endured a meeting at work today that was 40 solid minutes of nonsense.  My manager went on and on about sweet-baby-jesus-knows-what and everyone listening had a mix of confusion and annoyance on their face.  He opened it up to the audience and looked over to me for input.  “What do you think” he inquired.  I paused a second to wipe the glazed look off my face and said “Well, I feel that in this type of situation it is best to use a framework of structured flexibility and went on to use an analogy of building a house to reinforce my position.  He ate it up.  I had no idea what the fuck I was talking about.  For the minutes running up to when he called on me I had been spaced out thinking about winning the lottery, flinging myself off of the office balcony or some-such thing.  This made me realize something – any crackpot idea can be swallowed by someone as long as the idea is accompanied with a easy to understand analogy.  Tough to understand the mortgage crisis?  Compare it to car maintenance, or a baseball game.  Need to explain quantum physics to an idiot?  Say it is like a rubber band. Even if it doesn’t make any sense, people think they understand and will go on to believe whatever you just said.  Go try it in a meeting, I guarantee it will work.

These kinds of meetings and conversations are really just a symptom of the problem, not the problem itself.  That problem is Corporate America.  A place where no one works hard or gives a fuck but everyone (according to them) is “stressed out” and “sooooo busy”.  It is a crock of shit.  80% of people work just hard enough to keep their job and most people do less than that but have become experts at hiding the trail of their laziness.  In my 10 years after college I have seen incompetence get commended, brilliance get discarded and wasteful behavior get rewarded.   I just got off the phone with a colleague who was confronting someone who had just stabbed her in the back.  My colleague had email proof of the backstabbing yet the backstabber denied the allegations and said she was trying to be a “team player” and “strategic”.  This backstabber is loved by management and is always getting promoted.  How does that kind of shit happen?  The more full of shit someone is, the more respect they get in the organization.  That is fucked up. How has society been built to have everyone doing jobs that they don’t believe in to buy things that they really don’t need?  Another good question – why am I always a whiny bitch about work on my Monday posts?

Better go swing by my bosses office before I leave because I stayed at the office late today!  Ugh… I hate this shit.

My dreams of T-Dub died today…

Posted in Uncategorized on February 19th, 2010 by admin – Be the first to comment

I am winding up my work day and I am in the midst of watching Tiger Wood’s apology video. There are a few things that need to be said: read more »

Downtown musings and the Rollerhobo!

Posted in Musings on February 17th, 2010 by admin – 1 Comment

My move is basically over… sweet baby jesus, my move is OVER!  It has been a few days of aggravation but I have moved 99% of my crap over to the new pad and I just need to add a few little things and I will be all set at my new pad downtown.  For the past 4 days I have done 2 things – move my shit and drink heavily.  I’m not Mama Cleo or anything bu I have a feeling that “downtown me” is going to have a serious drinking problem.  My new apartment is a 3rd floor loft in the heart of downtown San Diego and there are just too many options.  In fact, on my first night in the new place I went to the Sound Tribe Sector Nine show at the House of Blues and got absolutely blown out.  I was to the point where even I knew that I should not be out in public being that trashed.  I eventually had to pull a “Houdini” halfway through the concert and took off without telling any of my friends.  I ended up stumbling back to my apartment and passing out in my shoes…. IN MY SHOES.  That is not a bad showing for the first night downtown.  I woke up in the morning to a text from my buddy that was received at 1AM: “Dude… I’m at the Ramada Inn. 24 HOUR FOOD… GOOD”.  Looks like they had a good time without me.  In addition to feeling like shit I frantically searched my apartment but couldn’t remember where I packed my bath towels so I had to dab myself dry with t-shirts after.  All time low or all time high… you make the call!  I lasted about 5 hours at work before I had to give up and  to curl up in the fetal position on my couch.  This could be dangerous for my professional career! Bottom line is that with my new living situation there is really no reason for me NOT to drink, except that my liver may decide to say fuck-off and leave me downtown by myself.  Barring a organ relocation I should be good to go though.

Aside from my drunkenness and towellessness, being downtown has been nothing but fantastic.  I can finally walk to the bars and restaurants that I most often go to and drunk driving will be down about 95%.  I should get a congratulatory letter from MADD for moving!  Another bonus that I did not realize until after I moved in was all of the interesting stuff I get to see while walking around downtown.  On my way to my car the first morning I overheard 2 bums talking.  One bum was trying to fish something out of the trash and the other stopped him short when he wanted his help and said “Hold on, I need to take a shit, then I will help you with that.”  Who said bums don’t have a schedule?  The next afternoon on my way back home I saw a guy wearing old school roller skates loading empty bottles into his 1970’s style cargo van.  It was magical, he even had the jewfro circa ‘72.  He was like Rollegirl from “Boogie Nights” except 10 times as dirty and not hot at all.  Wait… he was actually NOTHING like Rollergirl but that’s beside the point.  He could have being the star of “Rollerhobo 2: Electric Bugaloo”… damn you cruel fate!   What I am getting at is that life just got a bit drunker and more interesting for me.  Good times…

Babies, Moving and Laziness

Posted in Sports on February 10th, 2010 by admin – 2 Comments

Let me start by saying that Drew Brees has the ugliest baby I have ever seen (yes, I am an asshole).  That kid is fucking ugly – hopefully he grows out of it for his sake.

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John Denver is NOT full of shit

Posted in travel on February 8th, 2010 by admin – 2 Comments

So… after ranting about our society at the precipice of a giant metaphorical toilet bowl I have been conspicuously absent from my own website.  Have I been busy/lazy/tired/bored/apathetic and the thought of writing on ultraparadoxical.com been a bit daunting of late?  Yes – but I am back and reinvigorated… kind of… maybe… a little bit.  Anyways, I’m back and that’s all that matters, right?  I beg your forgiveness for being lazy and I will apologize with my favorite get-out-of-jail-free lines… “My bad?”  “My bad” is perfect because I get to take blame for something, never actually apologize and make light of the situation, all with 2 short words.  Works for me… moving on…

One of the reasons that I took my impromptu sabbatical from the blog was I went on vacation to Vail, Colorado.  I was initially skeptical about how much fun I would have because  (1) – Last time I was in Denver I came down with a wicked altitude related sickness that concluded with me puking at about 10,000 feet in the middle of my decent down the ski slope. (2) – I hate the cold.  After I landed I realized that (1) – I must have been a pussy when I was 13 because the altitude did not bother me at all and (2) – I only hate the cold when I need to wake up in freezing temperatures, scrape my windshield and go to work.  If it is cold and I get to do whatever I want to do the mornings are not THAT miserable when it is freezing outside. read more »