Every year around this time I start to get really excited about the Auto Show in Cleveland. It is a source of tremendous joy and hope for me. I know it's not for another month but, still, I'm excited nonetheless. To be able to sit in and talk about some of my most favorite cars. Especially Audi. If one could be in love with a brand name, Audi would be my second love. I get all giddy looking at them, touching them and sitting in them. You may find that weird, but I find it to be awesome. I'm hoping this year that Audi has the new A8 out on the floor so I can take a minute (or 30) and just relax and bask in it's awesomeness. But, it's kinda hard to do that with thousands of people there. I also hope that they have the R8 5.2 there (the Coupe, not the Spyder). Last year they had the 5.2 Spyder, which is a hell of a car, but I like the Coupe better. I remember one year when Audi was placed right next to Kia. Kia is worthless garbage. So much so that I make it a point not to even step foot in their floorspace. All they do is attract people with their hugely overblown gimmicks. At the Auto Show that year Kia was giving away prizes and they had a veritable carnival of games for whatever reason. It was a ZOO. A ZOO! Needless to say the crowd bled over into my beloved Audi floorspace and the parents let their zoo animals roam free and an Audi TTS (sports car) had parts of it's interior destroyed. These motherf***ing hillbillies think that they can do whatever the f*** they want. I mean, that's a $60,000 car your little brat just ripped to pieces. Needless to say, the next year, Audi was very far away from Kia. In fact Kia was pretty much secluded. As it should be. As you can tell I have an extreme passion for cars, and I am very biased against certain makers (Kia, Hyundai, Toyota, etc...). I can't stand car makers (and dealers for that matter) that use cheap gimmicks to get people to buy their cheap plastic trash cans they call cars.
Anyway. I have compiled a short list of cars I like but, in which, I do not fit.
1. Mercedes-Benz SL63 AMG: Fantastic looking hard top convertible. I got in this at the Auto Show last year and I just simply did not fit in it. I really like that car. I really do. I just...don't fit.
2. Mazda 3: I like it's stylish look, aggressive stance, and sporty feel, but I can't fit in it. The seats do not move up and down and I was hunched over getting in it.
3. Subaru Impreza WRX: Great car. Too bad I'm too big.
4. BMW Z4: Great looking car. Hard top convertible (like the SL63), but with most cars like that there's no room for giants.
5. Audi S5: I absolutely adore this car. It is one of my favorite of all time, but the bucket seats are not wide enough to hold a person of my stature. I could have cried.
It's tough loving something that you know you'll never have. But I do it for the thrill.
Buzz
Monday, January 31, 2011
Ah, Monday, how I kinda like thee. Let me count the ways...
Monday's are usually a day off for me, 'cept today. I went in for a "half day" at work, which turned into more like 2/3 of a day. I kinda like working for the German club. It gives me a sense of doing something helpful for the organization, while getting paid. It's a non-profit organization so I don't make very much money, hence one of my previous blogs "A career, a career. My kingdom for a career." I understand the sacrifices that were made to create this organization and the monetary restraints that go along with such, so I don't ask for more money. Money is kind of a lost cause for me. I've never had much, and probably never will, and that's fine with me. Just as long as I can support a family, which is impossible at the current rate. Even though I have very expensive taste in cars, I will probably never step foot inside of a Ferrari, or my beloved Audi R8 because of my contentment with being broke.
All I really want out of life is to be a man that supports his family while still being me. Is that too much to ask? I have to stay out of the negative to attain what I wish. I have taken drastic measures against negativity in the past several years. I have ex-communicated some "friends" that were just dragging me down, and I have reduced the amount of cursing to a minimum. I know I'll never get rid of everything that bothers me, but I'm stepping in the right direction. Man, that's a lot of metaphoric clichés.
...For long you live and high you fly.
The smiles you give, the tears you'll cry.
And all you touch and all you see,
Is all your life will ever be...
---Pink Floyd, "Breathe"
Buzz
All I really want out of life is to be a man that supports his family while still being me. Is that too much to ask? I have to stay out of the negative to attain what I wish. I have taken drastic measures against negativity in the past several years. I have ex-communicated some "friends" that were just dragging me down, and I have reduced the amount of cursing to a minimum. I know I'll never get rid of everything that bothers me, but I'm stepping in the right direction. Man, that's a lot of metaphoric clichés.
...For long you live and high you fly.
The smiles you give, the tears you'll cry.
And all you touch and all you see,
Is all your life will ever be...
---Pink Floyd, "Breathe"
Buzz
Sunday, January 30, 2011
My Music.
Lately I've been trying to write some music. But with all things creative one needs inspiration...
So, what is my inspiration? I listen to a wide variety of music (as you can see in my blogger profile). My music taste is so varied that it is hard to write something for a specific genre. I have the talent and skill for some genres, but I lack the inspiration. Even with all of my ideas I have finished and recorded only a handful of songs. I have so many ideas throughout the day that they all get lost in a sea of garbled musical mess. Most of the ideas I have are so far beyond my skill level that I can't possibly put them into anything useful. In other words, my imagination is better than me at guitar. MUCH better than me. I'm one of those people that if I can't figure out a riff on the first or second try, it's scrapped...immediately. Most of my "genius" ideas are scrapped because of this. In my head I have everything perfectly orchestrated and it sounds so good, like I have a recording studio in my brain. And it's all thrown away after I figure out I can't play it.
I recently upgraded my studio to accommodate a sweet drum midi pad and new recording software. Ableton Live is what I use. Integrated with a Line 6 UX2 with PodFarm for the guitars and such, an Akai LPD8 drum pad with EZDrummer for the drums, and a Kawai digital midi piano with Reason 3.0 for the keys.
Another part of the reason why I have no inspiration is because I spend so much time learning how to use Ableton (since it is still very new to me) that I have no time to think of stuff to play. Writing music is easy. Writing music that I like AND that other people will like is extraordinarily hard. That's why i find it hard to write music. I want to enjoy it and I want others to enjoy it too.
If the future's looking dark
We're the ones who have to shine
If there's no one in control
We're the ones who draw the line
Though we live in trying times
We're the ones who have to try
Though we know that time has wings
We're the ones who have to fly.
- - -Rush "Everyday Glory"
Buzz
So, what is my inspiration? I listen to a wide variety of music (as you can see in my blogger profile). My music taste is so varied that it is hard to write something for a specific genre. I have the talent and skill for some genres, but I lack the inspiration. Even with all of my ideas I have finished and recorded only a handful of songs. I have so many ideas throughout the day that they all get lost in a sea of garbled musical mess. Most of the ideas I have are so far beyond my skill level that I can't possibly put them into anything useful. In other words, my imagination is better than me at guitar. MUCH better than me. I'm one of those people that if I can't figure out a riff on the first or second try, it's scrapped...immediately. Most of my "genius" ideas are scrapped because of this. In my head I have everything perfectly orchestrated and it sounds so good, like I have a recording studio in my brain. And it's all thrown away after I figure out I can't play it.
I recently upgraded my studio to accommodate a sweet drum midi pad and new recording software. Ableton Live is what I use. Integrated with a Line 6 UX2 with PodFarm for the guitars and such, an Akai LPD8 drum pad with EZDrummer for the drums, and a Kawai digital midi piano with Reason 3.0 for the keys.
Another part of the reason why I have no inspiration is because I spend so much time learning how to use Ableton (since it is still very new to me) that I have no time to think of stuff to play. Writing music is easy. Writing music that I like AND that other people will like is extraordinarily hard. That's why i find it hard to write music. I want to enjoy it and I want others to enjoy it too.
If the future's looking dark
We're the ones who have to shine
If there's no one in control
We're the ones who draw the line
Though we live in trying times
We're the ones who have to try
Though we know that time has wings
We're the ones who have to fly.
- - -Rush "Everyday Glory"
Buzz
Late to bed. Early to rise.
Why do I get up so early in the morning? I can't really answer that. I've always gotten up early throughout my whole life. I have never been able to sleep in and I don't really care to, either. All throughout school, in my youth, I was afraid of being late. Can't be late for school. Can't be late for work. Can't be late for anything. I also like to enjoy the entire day on my days off. Enjoyment filled with mindless Internet surfing, video game playing, and the occasional family visit.
I was thinking about this being late thing the other day. It is very very rare that I am late for something, and even when I am late it's only a few minutes. In my childhood I was a nervous wreck. I was scared I would be late for something important. I would always be scared that the car would run out of gas and we would be stranded. I was scared that I would upset someone. I was scared that I would get harassed and beat up in school. Anything you could think of made me nervous and I would literally almost piss myself, if I got in trouble, from being so nervous. Then, at one point, I stopped being nervous. I just...stopped. Maybe the military straightened me out, or maybe I just stopped. I don't know. But the adamance about not being late carried over into adulthood.
I'm finding it very relieving to put my thoughts into actual sentences. Either in a blog or talking to myself. I have found that I learn much more whilst talking to myself than I do with anything else. It's weird, I know. But it works. You should all start talking to yourself. In privacy, of course. Not out in public, you'd just look like a loony. Try it, I dare ya. You'd be surprised at what you learn.
Buzz
I was thinking about this being late thing the other day. It is very very rare that I am late for something, and even when I am late it's only a few minutes. In my childhood I was a nervous wreck. I was scared I would be late for something important. I would always be scared that the car would run out of gas and we would be stranded. I was scared that I would upset someone. I was scared that I would get harassed and beat up in school. Anything you could think of made me nervous and I would literally almost piss myself, if I got in trouble, from being so nervous. Then, at one point, I stopped being nervous. I just...stopped. Maybe the military straightened me out, or maybe I just stopped. I don't know. But the adamance about not being late carried over into adulthood.
I'm finding it very relieving to put my thoughts into actual sentences. Either in a blog or talking to myself. I have found that I learn much more whilst talking to myself than I do with anything else. It's weird, I know. But it works. You should all start talking to yourself. In privacy, of course. Not out in public, you'd just look like a loony. Try it, I dare ya. You'd be surprised at what you learn.
Buzz
Saturday, January 29, 2011
A career, a career. My kingdom for a career.
For the past 3 years, or so, I have been on a constant search for something that I can call a career. I don't want work, or a job. A career is what I seek. I can't tell you how many interviews I've had in the past few years. It's probably upwards of 30. That's a lot of interviews.
My wife, whom I love dearly, is always helping me search. Pulling up this, that, and the other thing off of job search websites. I'm not gonna lie, she's found about 75% of the places that offered me an interview. It is very discouraging to be rejected on that many accounts. I want to have a positive attitude. I really do. And my wife tells me to be positive every time I have a negative attitude. She tells me to suck it up and move on to the next one. I like that. Keeps me grounded. She has no pity for me, she gets mad if I even think of being negative. She's perfect for me. Her eternal optimism to my pessimism. Her iron fist is soft but it strikes hard in the face of adversity (me). I'm sure it's hard for her to understand why one can be so mopey and lazy. But she's never been rejected on a scale of that magnitude.
This past one at the Rock Hall didn't hit me as hard as I thought it would. I thought I had a fabulous chance of nabbing that illustrious career. I stayed positive. I stayed in touch. But I just knew, in the back of my mind, that it wasn't going to work out. Every time I had that feeling after an interview, no matter how slight, I knew I wasn't going to get the position. So far I've had that feeling after every 30+ interviews. Striking, isn't it? I can predict the future.
So, will the right career come along? I sure hope so. I'd like to start a family soon (as does the wife). But that's not the only reason. I ain't getting any younger. And the older I get, the less chance I am going to have to start a career. No one wants an old man with no related job experience.
Cross your fingers for me.
Buzz
My wife, whom I love dearly, is always helping me search. Pulling up this, that, and the other thing off of job search websites. I'm not gonna lie, she's found about 75% of the places that offered me an interview. It is very discouraging to be rejected on that many accounts. I want to have a positive attitude. I really do. And my wife tells me to be positive every time I have a negative attitude. She tells me to suck it up and move on to the next one. I like that. Keeps me grounded. She has no pity for me, she gets mad if I even think of being negative. She's perfect for me. Her eternal optimism to my pessimism. Her iron fist is soft but it strikes hard in the face of adversity (me). I'm sure it's hard for her to understand why one can be so mopey and lazy. But she's never been rejected on a scale of that magnitude.
This past one at the Rock Hall didn't hit me as hard as I thought it would. I thought I had a fabulous chance of nabbing that illustrious career. I stayed positive. I stayed in touch. But I just knew, in the back of my mind, that it wasn't going to work out. Every time I had that feeling after an interview, no matter how slight, I knew I wasn't going to get the position. So far I've had that feeling after every 30+ interviews. Striking, isn't it? I can predict the future.
So, will the right career come along? I sure hope so. I'd like to start a family soon (as does the wife). But that's not the only reason. I ain't getting any younger. And the older I get, the less chance I am going to have to start a career. No one wants an old man with no related job experience.
Cross your fingers for me.
Buzz
Memes! Memes EVERYWHERE!
So, the reason why I started this (as I know you are all undoubtedly wondering) is because I have become rather bored with the Internet. I was Facebook chatting with my sister the other day and I told her that the Internet has become "old hat" for me. I was totally into it when we had dial up AOL when I was in high school. It was rather new and exciting. Not everyone had the internet, and those who did would chat all day long on AIM and/or Yahoo chat rooms. No one uses AIM or Yahoo chat rooms anymore. They were phased out. I tried to get into other websites like FunnyJunk, but I just can't. It's full of kids in high school that make comics about being in high school and Pokemon comics. I was too old for Pokemon when it came to the States. I don't think I would have liked it anyway.
For the past I don't know how long, I just sit and stare blankly at Facebook. It's just a waste of time. So, here I am typing. Keeping the mind sharp instead of watching the gray matter ooze out of my ears. It's just something to help me stay on top of my game. Reading posts on Facebook from 15 year olds (especially girls) is damn near vomit inducing. It's disheartening (for me, at least) to see so many spelling errors. Maybe Facebook is the reason why I've become disenchanted with the Internet...
Buzz
For the past I don't know how long, I just sit and stare blankly at Facebook. It's just a waste of time. So, here I am typing. Keeping the mind sharp instead of watching the gray matter ooze out of my ears. It's just something to help me stay on top of my game. Reading posts on Facebook from 15 year olds (especially girls) is damn near vomit inducing. It's disheartening (for me, at least) to see so many spelling errors. Maybe Facebook is the reason why I've become disenchanted with the Internet...
Buzz
First things first.
As if I would put first things second, or third, or fourth for that matter. Pssh...as if.
This will be my first (outside of myspace/facebook) blog post ever. I promise I won't ramble too long. I'll even try to keep it interesting. You know, so as not to make you regret reading these. It's not like you have anything important to do, anyway. If you are here reading this, you either have a lot of spare time or you just really like me.
Anywho...
I'm trying to write a best man speech. I haven't put anything down on paper yet, it's all just in my head. I figured I'd be different and write a best man poem instead of an actual speech. I shan't dare put any quotes for fear of the groom reading this. But, I don't think he would be mad if I did. He's getting married in a few weeks and I can tell he's getting to be a nervous pervis (purvis? pervous? hgoiweokf? whatever...) about it. Understandably so. I guess it's a milestone in one's life to settle down and get married, even though married people never actually settle down. Maybe I can coin a new phrase. Unsettling up. There, new coin phrased. Not sure what it means, though.
I just received, in the mail, a letter from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. As you may or may not know, I interviewed there for a tech job a few weeks ago. I can't tell you how awesome it would be to work there. It would be my dream job. But, alas, my dreams were shattered, scattered about in a fine mess, pantsed and then laughed at and made fun of for having a small penis. Yes, this was a rejection letter. I should change my middle name to rejection. Bruce Rejection Huffman. Nah, sounds dumb...Apparently I had many many people praying for me to get this job. I guess prayer only works if your last name isn't Huffman. Oh well, ya can't win 'em all.
Well, folks, 'til we meet again.
Buzz
This will be my first (outside of myspace/facebook) blog post ever. I promise I won't ramble too long. I'll even try to keep it interesting. You know, so as not to make you regret reading these. It's not like you have anything important to do, anyway. If you are here reading this, you either have a lot of spare time or you just really like me.
Anywho...
I'm trying to write a best man speech. I haven't put anything down on paper yet, it's all just in my head. I figured I'd be different and write a best man poem instead of an actual speech. I shan't dare put any quotes for fear of the groom reading this. But, I don't think he would be mad if I did. He's getting married in a few weeks and I can tell he's getting to be a nervous pervis (purvis? pervous? hgoiweokf? whatever...) about it. Understandably so. I guess it's a milestone in one's life to settle down and get married, even though married people never actually settle down. Maybe I can coin a new phrase. Unsettling up. There, new coin phrased. Not sure what it means, though.
I just received, in the mail, a letter from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. As you may or may not know, I interviewed there for a tech job a few weeks ago. I can't tell you how awesome it would be to work there. It would be my dream job. But, alas, my dreams were shattered, scattered about in a fine mess, pantsed and then laughed at and made fun of for having a small penis. Yes, this was a rejection letter. I should change my middle name to rejection. Bruce Rejection Huffman. Nah, sounds dumb...Apparently I had many many people praying for me to get this job. I guess prayer only works if your last name isn't Huffman. Oh well, ya can't win 'em all.
Well, folks, 'til we meet again.
Buzz
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