The Mind of JIB

Hey, look what I found!!

2009-02-09T22:53:05Z

It is official, JIB has gained 1x Facebook. Not sue why I'm saying it, most the people still here are already on my friends list. That being said, in the interest of being as lazy as possible, I might not post here for a long while, as I can do the same thing on The Facebook, and more people would read it. I'll be famous, just as soon as I find something controversial to write/type...maybe its time for my "God is a Socialist" paper I've been meaning to get to.

-JIB

Why is artistic weasel blurry?

And several years later...

2009-02-06T00:22:21Z

Actually, its been 1 year, 225 days, 7 hrs, and 1 minute since my last post, but who's counting?

Lots of stuff has happened in the last 1.617ish years. I got my firefighter I and II license, got my EMT-B license back from the state, started and am mostly through my paramedic training (and doing quite well too), have trained for and subsequently been stomped in a MMA match (0-1 FOREVER!!![actually until I get more time and energy to train more]), I switched from a crappy, low-paying job to a slightly better, slightly higher-paying job, actually dated someone for a while(a real person this time), then broke up, all but quit playing MTG, DnD, and compy games, started playing Dark Heresy, 360, and going to bars, stopped going to church, but regained a more absolute faith.

I think that's about it. If I forgot anything let me know.

-JIB

cheezmonky @ 2007-06-25T07:34:00

2007-06-25T12:42:34Z

Sup all.

This summer thing is boring, too much free time.

Got Forza Motersport 2 for the 360, figured out how to drift a curve at 40 and not end up in the wall.

Work sucks, I hate my job and kinda want a different one, but I doubt I could find a better one that will tolerate the academy in the fall.

Started playing with that MySpace thingy, apparently people need it to learn about other people. Saves on potentially good, invigorating conversation and skip straight to the boring pointless conversation. Whatever, it gives me a chance to weird people out.

That's all I think. Peace out yo.

-SPQR

Time over

2007-05-16T19:24:53Z

Points to note:

Finished school
-scored lower on final exam than I wanted (92%)
-GPA jumped to 3.8, but I am missing the lecture from the first half of the semester, so that should be higher

Have all EMT paperwork in the mail
-everything has a licensing fee
-saving people is expensive

Decided to not quit job
-only until end of June left
-ignore hassle of looking for another

Decided to take the active approach
-on what I intend to keep to myself
-fat chance of it happening, but hey, I surprise myself sometimes

-JIB

The Last Day (for the time being anyway)

2007-04-01T17:59:37Z

Pancake boxes lie. Ten to twelve pancakes my foot, I make three, guess the pakecake people don't know anything about (ex-)Boy Scouts.

Anyways, now to the hard(serious) part. Two years and nine days ago, I told a story of someone that I met (Steph), and how we hit it off and went out and stuff. Now I have to destroy it.

The whole story, Steph included, is a lie.

It never happened.

I looked everyone in the eye, lied to your faces, accepted your praises, sympathy, and good will, all for my little fantasy, so I wouldn't have to tell you I lied.

All I can say is how sorry I am, and how I will pay everyone back for my deceit.

-JIB

Is it spring yet?

2007-03-18T19:54:59Z

So, long time, no type.

Not that I don't care, there just haven't been anything of note, or of note to people that didn't already know.

Yesterday was an....indescribable day. It started plainly, work from 6a-2p on 4 hours of sleep. Went home to do "stuff" then nap, but I never got to fall asleep. At about 5p-ish, I got a call from Steph (ex-girlfriend for those with short memories). She was home for the weekend (something about not wanting to be at State over a major drinking holiday), and wanted to hang out. Sure, why not.

Went over there at about 7p-ish. Her parents had gone to some party and her bother was out getting wasted at a friends house (at least he was honest about getting wasted, her hungover parents insisted they didn't want to drive with drunk people traffic). We started talking about life and "stuff", watched some chick flick. At some point, she busted out a bottle of wine to "lighten the atmosphere".

Things get kinda fuzzy after that. We started talking about what happened to us, why we broke up, what we felt about each other, etc. Then we were making out on the couch, then walking down the hallway, then on her bed, then *censored for content*, then that damned sun thingy shining through the window and a pounding headache.

After locating all necessary articles of clothing, we had a somewhat quiet breakfast. When her parents came in all hungover-like, I explained that I slept on the couch as I also didn't want to face drunk people (natural 20 bluff check). Drove home and here I sit. Not sure what to feel, except utter hatred for that damned sun.

-JIB

I feel funny

2007-02-22T16:29:10Z

I'm wearing pants, and I'm wearing combat boots.

I rock.

cheezmonky @ 2007-02-21T14:44:00

2007-02-21T19:46:39Z

Who is the stronger person: the one who feels every pain and endures it or the one who cuts themselves off from the pain they feel?

Which is more disrespectful: hating something with every fiber of your being, or viewing it as not worthy to hate?

Et tu Deus

2007-02-19T13:54:21Z

II Kings 2

23 And he (Elisha) went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head.

24 And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the Lord. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them.

Matthew 19

13 Then were there brought unto him (Jesus) little children, that he should put his hands on them, and pray: and the disciples rebuked them.

14 But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven

cheezmonky @ 2007-02-12T07:34:00

2007-02-12T12:34:42Z

Last night, before going to bed, I tried to work out the next part of the campaign. The hard part wasn't figuring out what I wanted to happen, or how to make sure it happened. The hard part was just doing it. That caught me off guard as usually I like writing adventures, and this one has been in the works for a while, and has a full story arc with an end point. So how could it be hard?

Today I woke with the answer. I didn't want to work because I feel no one would appreciate it, save me. Last week and the week before, you all have been exploring a tomb that's thousands of years old. The mood should be dark, gloomy, and apprehensive, yet with everyone cracking jokes and adding their funny little interruptions, it was like you were at a festival. Why should I bother to spend my dwindling free time on something one one wants, and that causes stress?

I shouldn't, so I won't. This week might be the last I do. Now to deflect the inevitable whining, here's what I want, plain and simple. Keep it serious, keep it on track, and most importantly, NO MORE FUCKING INTERRUPTIONS. Everyone, with the possible exception of Toni, has interrupted me in the middle of a room description more times than I can count (no of course not you, its everyone else thats the problem). Yes I know part of it is my fault, I crack jokes too. No more from me.

-JIB

Hmmmmmmm

2007-01-30T23:33:19Z

THINK ABOUT THIS FOR A MOMENT.

Denver Post:

This text is from a county emergency manager out in the central part of Colorado after todays snowstorm.

WEATHER BULLETIN

Up here, in the Northern Plains, we just recovered from a Historic event--- may I even say a "Weather Event" of "Biblical Proportions" --- with a historic blizzard of up to 44" inches of snow and winds to 90 MPH that broke trees in half, knocked down utility poles, stranded hundreds of motorists in lethal snow banks, closed ALL roads, isolated scores of communities and cut power to 10's of thousands.

FYI:

George Bush did not come.

FEMA did nothing.

No one howled for the government.

No one blamed the government.

No one even uttered an expletive on TV

Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton did not visit.

Our Mayor did not blame Bush or anyone else.

Our Governor did not blame Bush or anyone else, either.

CNN, ABC, CBS, FOX or NBC did not visit - or report on this category 5 snowstorm. Nobody demanded $2,000 debit cards.

No one asked for a FEMA Trailer House.

No one looted.

Nobody - I mean Nobody demanded the government do something.

Nobody expected the government to do anything, either.

No Larry King, No Bill O'Rielly, No Oprah, No Chris Mathews and No Geraldo Rivera.

No Shaun Penn, No Barbra Striesand, No Hollywood types to be found.

Nope, we just melted the snow for water.

Sent out caravans of SUV's to pluck people out of snow engulfed cars.

The truck drivers pulled people out of snow banks and didn't ask for a penny.

Local restaurants made food and the police and fire departments delivered it to the snowbound families.
Families took in the stranded people - total strangers.

We fired up wood stoves, broke out coal oil lanterns or Coleman lanterns.

We put on extra layers of clothes because up here it is "Work or Die".

We did not wait for some affirmative action government to get us out of a mess created by being immobilized by a welfare program that trades votes for 'sittin at home' checks.

Even though a Category "5" blizzard of this scale has never fallen this early, we know it can happen and how to deal with it ourselves.

"In my many travels, I have noticed that once one gets north of about 48 degrees North Latitude, 90% of the world's social problems evaporate."

It does seem that way, at least to me.

I hope this gets passed on.

Maybe SOME people will get the message. The world does Not owe you a living.

Stuff ver 2.5

2007-01-09T19:45:37Z

Things have happened, more things have not happened. Thats about it.

What, ver 2.5 needs more stuff than that? What kind of crap is that? Plus who really cares, I know I don't....well maybe I do, but still.

Operation Coconut Lifekiller has been in a standstill for about a month now, due to the fact that, when it comes to members of the female race, JIB is in fact, chicken s**t. Hence, that is why I, the voice in JIB's head, have taken over (Really I just tell him that to shut him up. You should have seen what he did, or rather, didn't do yesterday).
Humph, you keep talking little man.
What do you mean little, we share the same body?
Dude, nows not the time.
Did we just type that?

Anyway, Operation Magic Gamers has begun the transition from stage one (card design) to stage two (picture taking). As it stands, I have need 4 more non-lands, as well as ideas for Toni and Essie. Scratch that, 3 non-lands. Preveiw card coming soon (Freaking Wizards, forcing us wannabes to show some of our more limited awesome stuff.)

Schools starts Thursday, can't wait. Home life is boring, now I'll have something to do besides be lazy with sick parents.

All for now?
Yep.

-JIBx2

Mmmmmmmm, greasy cheeseburgers

2006-12-17T00:16:35Z

So now thats school's out, I've got more time to be in thinkingness, and thus to come up with new coolnesses. I've restarted Operation: uhhhh, can't remember name.......ok, now called Operation: Magic Gamers. Thus far I've got 30ish out of 40ish cards, but technically, 2 of thems aren't done yet (Darn you Essie/Toni, why must yous be difficult to design!!).

Also resumed preparations for big battle, hopefully set for Friday. Need enough baddies though, apparently lots of people will be there, stupid overflowing party. Maybe I can off some of them with the opening volley.

Oh man, nothing deep or insightful this time. I need inspiration. Dammit muse, wake up.

-JIB

Internal war against the outside

2006-11-20T16:02:35Z

So get this, I'm coming home from work today, about 1015ish, and I get stuck behind this big truck guy carring a backhoe. Thats fine, whatever, I get to my street and goto make the turn, when theres this big squeeling behind me. Apparently, I wasn't turning fast enough for the guy in the big pick up behind me, so he decided to slam the gas. He was also wearing a very angry face (justifyable if Dr. Freud was correct, though I think his signifigant other would be more angry/disappointed).

So to the point, why the anger? Why would someone get angry at something so small? Moreover, why take an utterly ineffective action to express that anger? In the end, all he did was waste gas, tire life, and truck life. All for what? Its deeper than that, I think. Very rarely does getting angry actually pay off. Maybe for the big stuff, but for something little?

Even more, why should anyone here be angry? In fact I now declare that if you:

1) Are overweight
2) Have money in your pocket
3) Have had a decent meal within the last week
4) Have drunk clean water within the last year
5) Have had medical care/medicine in the last year

your right to complain has been offcially revoked, well at least about coporial matters. Perhaps have such a bounty of goods is more a curse, as it leaves time for other things to crop up. If every moment of every day was a struggle for survival, there wouldn't be time to worry about higher things (and yet people in Africa have time to go to church). Maybe its just me, with a resonably solid grasp of the world (I hope).

Yet, I'm somehow supposed to care about the complaints of those who have nothing to complain about? Thats what God calls us to do....I think, It feels righter than to not care about the hurts of others. But how would we know the difference between the real hurts and the imagined ones? Are we ment to heal them all? Can we heal them all? Hmm...

-JB

cheezmonky @ 2006-11-04T09:00:00

2006-11-03T14:06:48Z

Good morning everybody. Theres been a bunch of things that prompted me to write, but nothing substantial enough for an entry, so here's a bunch of disjointed topics in no order.

Work is getting almost unbearable. The upper dogs are crushing down on our peeps, who are in turn crushing down on the peons like me. Some of the peons turn on each other, staying out of it best I can. It just seems so...I don't know. Maybe I miss Sparkle more than I thought. She was the closest thing I had to a friend, but she got a different job closer to her home and making more money. I'm happy for her, but still....

People at school are interesting enough. I don't see becoming close to any of the other people, but still. The frequent DnD sessions are becoming somewhat tiresome, maybe the new one with Tom will be better. Or not, I'm almost beyond caring.

Kickboxing started 3ish weeks ago, great stress relief. Kinda wonder why there're more girls than guys, but whatever. Seems like it'll be easy enough.

Had another talk with guy 2 from my previous post, apparently the guy tried something and the girls delivered the most elegant response ever. Something to the effect of "WTF *slap*". I managed to limit myself to a seris of snickers.

I've attempted to goto the movies no less than 3 times in the past 2 weeks, but each time I was too tired or didn't want to see anything. If anyone is going to the movies any time soon, please tell me, I wanna go, but doubt I will without external prompting.

I've finally parted ways with the Mormons. I'm thankful for them bringing me back to the light, but I can't follow a false prophet. Its strange, it feels like a real church, and gets results like a real church, but it is founded on a lie. I suppose God could be slowly bringing them back, but they still cling to their false book. If their faith in something true is grounded in a lie...ow, my brain hurts. Maybe I can do something aboutm it though....

I think thats about it, peace out all.

-JB

No, it has no benefits

2006-10-14T20:35:04Z

At work today, we were standing around talking, and one of the other guys said something about breaking up with his girlfriend, but he was still hoping that they could be friends "with benefits".

Guy 1: So ya, _______ and I are breaking up.
JB: Ouch. (From what I have seen, she seems cool enough)
Guy 2: Oh, too bad.
Guy 1: Ya, but she said we could still be friends. Maybe with a little something extra.
JB: *raises eyebrow*
Guy 2: You mean friends with benefits?
Guy 1: Hell ya, it'll be great.
Guy 2: Awesome.
Guy 1: What do think Jon, ain't it great?
JB: *pauses to consider appropriate response......puts on quizzical face.*
JB: Friends with benefits? Isn't that redundant? (Wait for it)
Guy 1+2: *Looks confused*
Guy 1: Ummmmm, that means we'll still be....you know, doing it.
JB: So there's something different about "friends with benefits" than just friends. (Wait for it)
Guy 2: F**k ya.
Guy 1: Big difference.
JB: Big enough that you wouldn't be her friend if she decided she didn't want benefits? (Ready)
Guy 1: Ya. I mean, why complicate things.
JB: Because the concept of "friends with benefits" is a feral idea unfit for human use. (Aim)
Guy 1+2: Huh?
JB: The face that you need to have sex to stay friends with someone shows you're no better than an animal, a dog the that needs to learn to keep it in his pants. (Fire)
Guy 1: *Shocked expression*
Guy 2: Oh, smackdown!
Guy 1: What the f**k?
JB: You heard me.
Guy 1: Alright, what's your problem?
JB: The idea that sex is needed for friendship is so abhorrently anti-human, I refuse to tolerate it.
Guy 1: *looks both angry and confused at the same time.*
JB: *remembers to use small words, orders came up, thinks for a bit*
JB: Having a relationship with someone-
Guy 1: But we're not in a relationship, we're just friends!
JB: Right, not dating, got it. Being "friends" with someone just to f**k them is something sluts do. Its something animals do. Its not something humans should do.
Guy 1: Take your religious bull s**t and give it to someone who cares.
JB: Will you turn her into a slut?
Guy 1: What?!?
JB: By the definition I just gave you, both people that are are "friends with benefits" are sluts.

He looked rather unhappy, mumbled something and didn't say anything to me for the rest of the day (oh darn). In hindsight, that probably wasn't the best response, but I wasn't thinking to clearly. Ya, I know, no excuses, but I fracking hate that term. It makes friendship seem worthless unless the all-powerful sex is involved. Stupid people. I wonder what they use their grey matter for, obviously not for thinking.

-JB

Bring it bitch

2006-09-12T17:06:00Z

Sup all. As far as life goes, its....there. Nothing big happening. Had a "Crew Meeting" at AMC 30 yesterday, big waste of time. Won a $5 Wal Mart gift card, better than nothing I suppose. Got a plot for the new campaign I want to start. No, I'm not telling, but I can say for certain role players will like it, roll players will die.....repeatedly. After the meeting when everyone went their separate ways, my status as the outsider was reaffirmed, despite my recent outgoingness. Not sure how to feel, kinda expected to be further in by now, but I'm not sure how deep in I want to get. I think I'll just do what I usually do, be me and see what happens. It forces me to wonder if there is something about me that forces people away, and if so, if theres anything I could do to change it.

-JIB

By the way, I'm throwiung out half my soul if anyone wants it. Not sure which half yet, will know later.

Thought, the thing the world needs

2006-08-22T23:33:42Z

So ya, did stuff today, bought books, bought other school stuff, bought a new Bible that can travel better (my old one's starting to fall apart, and it was my dad's, so...). Anyways, I went to meet the Mormon missionaries as I've done nigh every week for the last several months. Not sure why, every time I talk to them, I go in feeling good and come out feeling less good. This time I brought up the story of Matthew Hoffmann, a forger that managed to sell a number of forged documents to the Mormon church for thousands of dollars. For those who don't know, the leader of the Mormon church is supposedly a prophet of God sent to guide the one true church of Christ. If he was a prophet, why did the church waste money on fakes? Then, after the church bought the documents, why did they hide them (some of them were very...unfriendly to Joseph Smith, the first prophet that "restored" the church)?

That's not the bad part, the bad part is that neither the missionaries had heard of the guy or the incident, and didn't want to know anything about it. One of them said "If I have a plate of spiritual food, and a plate of spiritual poison, why would I look at the poison?" TO KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE WHEN IT ISN'T OBVIOUS WHICH IS WHICH!!!! Ok, I've seen people that didn't care about the truth and enlightenment, but to actively seek to avoid alternate possibilities? How can someone find truth if they cut themselves completely off from half of reality?

Whatever, maybe this is getting to me more than it should, but still.

-JIB

Oh Gameboy, Gameboy. Where for art thou Gameboy?

2006-08-04T18:13:22Z

So, here I sit, waiting for my brother to arrive so we can go watch people get married, funness.

Yesterday, after work, I asked Big Boss Bonnie (Store manager, highest up that still talks to crew) if I could train in new stations, because grill is rather boring, and she asked if I wanted to train for manager. But to do so I need open availability; basicly, work Sundays, which I don't. The conversation went:

B: What's your availability now?
J: Open except Sundays?
B: Why not Sundays?
J: It's the Sabbath.

Question for you all: Is there any other reason that someone would want Sundays off as opposed to any other day? Is there a group of punks that refuse to work Sunday to "Stick it to the man"?

Oh ya, I tied my own tie today! I rock!

-JIB

Oh, and I lost my Gameboy. In case you couldn't tell.

A dream

2006-07-26T22:51:09Z

Hurrying home, raindrops splashing around.
I huddle under a raincoat, warding the rain from my face.
My skin is on fire, burned by the chilled air.
Glance left, glance right, dart into the street,
Horn blaring, new lights spring into existence,
Tires screech, time stops, regret pours out.
Impact, I'm flying, rolling, finally coming to a stop.
On my back, the water seeping into my skin,
raindrops baptizing me again.

As the world fades out, regret pours in.
Regret for a flawed life, regret for wasted time,
regret for pain caused, regret for love lost.

Floating in water, regret is washed away.
Rising slowly, ever so slowly, a bright light overhead
I am not alone, others float with me.
We float up, towards the light, breach the surface,
everything is shone, we our naked to each other.
Every flaw, every pain, every blemish plain for all.
Embarrassment washed away by peace, dissolved in the warmth of the light.

We are home.
I feel the light focus on me.
A voice in my head whispers "Not yet."
Drip
I answer "Why?"
Cold
The voice replied "You haven't finished yet."
Falling

My eyes open to grey, my skin burns from the cold,
the puddle defeating my raincoat's feeble attempt to fend it.
Looking up to see the red lights of my attacker, growing distant.
Nothing broken, nothing damaged, I continued on my way.
Back home.

Still living.....well, not really, but close enough

2006-07-12T18:44:57Z

Good aftermorning all. Or when ever it is where you are. Life has continued much as it always has. Something in me has snapped. Well, for today anyway. I hope it stays snapped though, its better that way. Have a meeting with missionaries later today, don't know what else they could have to say. You'd think theyed run out of stuff to say after half a year. Whatever, it'll still be good. Started going to Family Home Evening on Sundays, very fun. Little Grace, only one year old, seems to have taken a liking to me, which is cool.

Finally gonna ask out Stephanie from work (not the first one). Had 2 chances today and FREAKING BLEW THEM BOTH!!!!! I'M SUCH A . Ah, much better. Anyways, what else was there? There was something else......going to Cedar Point on next Friday, I hope its Friday, I asked for the day off and don't want to call in if it was supposed to be Saturday. Hmmmmmmm, still can't remember, ah well, no biggie. Bye all.

-JIB

Damn, this typing without looking at the keys thing is tough.

Reconnection

2006-06-07T22:35:08Z

Weeeee, no friend-type contact in......long time. Well, the people at work are nice enough, but still. Went to booster-draft on Friday at Blue Dragon, got to the finals and drew with the other guy to garentee a better payoff (winner gets 18 booster packs, loser gets 6, draw gets 12). Lets see, helped a turtle on last week Monday, or maybe Tuesday......whatever. Little guy just crossed Shelby road, so I stopped, picked him up, put him in my school bag, drove to Stoney Creek and let him go in the lake. Thats about it, nothing else to say......man, I need a more active life.

A thought

2006-05-27T18:29:18Z

Everything happens for a reason. Be it divine or mundane, every effect springs from a cause. Every effect has ripples, outward spreading of more effects, all springing from one cause. Drop a rock in a still pond, and watch the ripples spread. Watch as they hit the shore, and wear it down, pulling dirt into itself. Watch everything close to the shore become wet from the ripples, holding the pond unto itself. The dry wet grass grows. The wet grass is left without dirt and is washed away. Can a single rock save or kill life with naught but ripples? Maybe.

One effect may serve as the cause of several more. Every effect is the product of one or more other effects. Think of all the things required to make bread: the sun, the Earth, water, seeds, farmers. If any are missing, the chain is broken. But what caused the sun, the Earth, the water, the seeds, the farmers? And what caused those? Follow it back and you will arrive at a First Cause, the cause of all things past present and future. Understand the nature of the First Cause, and you understand the universe. Know the First Cause, and you will know God.

-JIB

Warning: Monkies with lightsabers ahead

2006-05-18T16:01:35Z

http://cuppycake.ytmnd.com -open in a new window and listen while you read, something funny happens after a bit. You'll like it, I promise.

Good morning everybody. Bit of a drought lately, not much to say. Well, maybe there's something to say, but I can't think of any at the moment. This getting up 515 is slowly wearing me down, even when I go to bed at 2100. Its 8 hours of sleep, I should be fine, but I'm not. Have a three day weekend, time to sleep then. Wait, time to sleep now, damn my lack of foresight. What else was there.......nope, can't think of anything.

-JIB

Stuff and the other stuff

2006-05-11T04:02:25Z

Good.....evening, I guess. I mean, its not really night, nor morning so......anyways. Been busy doing alot of stuff while getting nothing done. Getting more hours at work, none on next week's weekends, all at 600 though. Bah, who needs sleep. Started practicing viola again, just as fun as I remembered, kinda painful when one's fingers are burnt. Finnished reading the "Scholars' Translation" of the Gospel of Thomas, interesting read, mostly crap. By crap, I actually mean not matching the description of Jesus given in the 4 cannonized Gospels everyone knows and loves (except for certain people that listen to a certain book that the author has dubbed litterary fiction).

Back to less controversial things, build a LD deck today, 3 colors, hopefully a decent mana base considering its lack of duel lands. F*cking WotC, in September, the best common mana faxers will rotate out, meaning that in order to build a consistant, tournement-level 3+ color deck, one will need to spring for multiple copies of the duel lands which cost $20+ each. Unless something else happens, maybe they'll move the fixers into the core set, that'd be cool.

Started playing KOTOR2 a couple days ago, already logged 13 hours. I need a new hobby. Oh, and my clock on my computer needs to understand what daylight savings time is (not that I do, but still).

-JIB

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