Remember in last days of high school, in that fine time between finals and graduation where classes didn’t matter, teachers didn’t matter and yet my dumb ass still trekked across Philadelphia and went to school just so I could be marked as ‘present.’ I walked around aimlessly during first period before running into some whites girls from my anatomy class (my first period), who sat behind me. With nothing better to do, we skipped school the rest of the day, went to the movies and saw Godzilla (no man in suit), and drove around (Black card revoked in 3… 2… 1…) singing One Headlight by the Wallflowers. School was the furthest thing on my mind. I had no worries, I was a day I easily enjoyed by not doing much of anything.
That was almost ten years and I’m in dire need of a cut day. A day where I don’t have to listen to phones ringing, machines running or bill collectors hounding me down. So I’m serving notice that starting at Thursday, February 1st, 2007 at 12:00 AM to 11:59PM Tony Mercer will be completely off the radar. I’m will not be online, I will not be answering email, and all phone calls will go straight to voicemail.
I will enjoy my day by taking care of me. Maybe I’ll sit back and finally finish Prince of Persia or Devil May Cry 3, partake in some couch yoga aka Sit and Be Fit but gluing myself into some daytime television or maybe I’ll just say ‘fuck it’ and sleep in the entire day.
So have good morning, and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!
Sometimes I enjoy being by myself. Alone to collect my thoughts and reflex on the details of life. I tend to perform this introspective around January, a time when the year is still new and I finally get a chance to catch my breath from the hectic and rush of the holidays. The lack of sufficient work hours affects my pay, which also affects my lifestyle, mood and disposition. Simply put, my money fluxes and my bills are constant thus I’m sit home, broke and stuck on a lame mission on Devil May Cry 3. It’s a classic (-A) + B = C scenario.
The search for a second job is exhausting. I’m either finding places that aren’t willing to work around my schedule or claim that I’m over-qualified. At one point I seriously considered dropping an application off at McDonald’s, but I’ve made in 26 years without flipping burgers, I guess I can pull those boot straps a little tighter, cut back on more stuff and work it out.
Despite the money issues, I try to keep a Happy Face. Even with the series of flat tires on the car, the rough days at work and the large strips of skin shaved off my scalp I have faith and determination that is all going to work out. I’m getting a nice chunk of change via my income tax returns, and I might be getting a housemate soon as well. Now I just wish gas was back to fewer than two dollars.
I had just upgraded to Wordpress 2.1. So far tinymce still isn’t supported by Safari and my Podpress plugin just crapped out. And it was suppose to be better and faster than Windows 95?
*Update* Well, I just downgraded back to Wordpress 2.0.7 and I have my Podpress functionality back, but I just lost all my static pages. I’m really having one of ‘those kinda’ weeks.
I don’t care who you think I am, you got the wrong damn number! I don’t care how you got my number, stop calling it! You couldn’t have gotten my shit from a chatline, because 1. I don’t do chatlines and 2. my shit is all local. I usually don’t put folks out on blast but that shit, calling my house seven times in 5 minutes, was not cute. So Anna, you retarded bridge troll, here’s your 5 minutes of Internet infamy.
Standard Podcast [0:18m]: So I’ve been looking for a part-time job. While work at my primary gig has been going steady, the higher-ups decided to temporarily stop paying salaried over-time and replace it with compensatory time. And as much as I would love to stay home and sit on my ass, a good portion of my paycheck comes from over-time. Unfortunately, I can’t pay my bills withs comp time so now I have to make up the difference.
I willing to do anything but flip burgers or walk the streets, so I started to fill out internet applications for big retailers, supermarkets and chain stores. Over and over again I answer the same questions because everyone is using the same company, Unicru, for online job applications. So I’ve been sitting around pretty much suffering from application induced brain drain, but hopefully I’ll get a call back soon.
Check out CTRL+ALT+DEL, Tim’s pretty cool for a Mac-hater
Who says watching television never solves anything. For most of my adult life I’ve had to deal with the fact that I’m not photogenic when it comes to candid shots. I’m either in bad lighting, unintentionally make faces or just a complete hot ass mess. Well I as I was watching some great anime, Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, I had an epiphany. In the world of GitS:SAC, people with cybernetic brains & bionic implants are the norm. Other then inciting the cyber punk within, it was modus operandi of The Laughing Man that got me thinking about a solution to my picture issue.
“Laughing Man proves to be the ultimate hacker, capable of such feats as hijacking multiple video streams simultaneously, taking over someone’s cybernetic brain entirely, or even editing his own images out of someone’s cybernetic eyes, and all in real time.”
In other words he’s able to conceal his identity and commit acts of cyber terrorism in public by overlaying his logo over his own face or the faces of his victims. The effect is demonstrated below:
So my thinking was why don’t I apply the same concept to my own pictures? Now I know what you’re thinking; Why don’t you just not use the pictures? Well, in most of the pictures I’m referring to, I’m not in the shot by myself, and everyone looks good by me. I’m the rotten apple. For example, here’s a picture from New Year’s Eve with my frat brothers, and with my intended logo and the results are:
Much better right? So this is my plan, and I’ll be busy this weekend pasting my logo on all the pictures in iPhoto and on Flickr. And if you take this post as anything other then a really bad joke then I know a disposed African Prince who seriously needs help to reclaim lost money. (*Side note* that is a really bad picture of me from New Years Eve, post above. I can’t even begin to tell you how drunk I was that night. Damn you, Unshakable!! And so the orginal will never see the light of day.)
Will two thousand seven be the year of prosperity and happiness for Tony? Unfortunately I won’t really know until this time in two thousand eight. But I do know that two thousand seven will be another year where I grow a little older, hopefully a wiser but probably not more patient. I pray that two thousand seven will be a year I get to spend with family, Phamily and friends. I want two thousand seven to be three hundred sixty-five days of living for me, fifty-two weeks of enjoying the small things, twelve months of having good times sprinkled with the bad, one year of being Tony.
What will two thousand seven be for you?
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