For those men who do not know of the code of man please read bellow ( btw, maxim mag made it )

1. Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.

2. Any man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.

3. When you are interrogated by a buddy’s wife, girlfriend, mother, father, priest, shrink, dentist, accountant, or dog walker, you need not and should not provide any useful information whatsoever as to his whereabouts. You are permitted to deny his very existence.

4. Unless he murdered someone in your immediate family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.

5. You may exaggerate any anecdote told in a bar by 50% without accusation; beyond that, anyone within earshot is allowed to yell “liar!” (Exception: When trying to pick up a girl, the allowable exaggeration rate is raised to 400%)

6. If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off-limits forever.

7. The minimum amount of time you have to wait for another guy who’s running late is five minutes. For a girl, you are required to wait ten minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 babe scale.

8. Complaining about the brand of free beer in a buddy’s refrigerator is forbidden. You may gripe if the temperature is unsuitable.

9. No man is ever required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering a friend’s birthday is strictly optional and slightly suspicious.

10. Agreeing to distract the ugly friend of a hot babe your buddy is trying to hook up with is your legal duty. Should you get carried away with your good deed and end up having sex with the beast, your pal is forbidden to speak of it, even at your bachelor party.

11. Before dating a buddy’s “ex,” you are required to ask his permission and he in return is required to grant it.

12. Women who claim they “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to pick a buffalo wing clean.

13. The universal compensation for buddies who help you move is beer.

14. A man must never own a cat or like his girlfriend’s cat.

15. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sports event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but may never ask who’s playing.

16. When your girlfriend/wife expresses a desire to fix her whiny friend up with your pal, you may give her the go-ahead only if you’re able to warn your buddy and give him time to prepare excuses about joining the priesthood.

17. It is permissible to consume a fruity chick drink only when you’re lying on a tropical beach… and it’s delivered by a topless supermodel… and it’s free.

18. Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.

19. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.

20. If a buddy is outnumbered, out-manned, or too drunk to fight, you must jump into the fight. Exception: If within the last 24 hours, his actions have led you to think, “What this guy needs is a good ass-whoopin’,” then you may sit back and enjoy.

21. Phrases that may not be uttered to another man while weightlifting:
“Yeah, baby, push it!”
“C’mon, give me one more! Harder!”
“Another set and we can hit the showers.”
“Nice ass, are you a Sagittarius?”

22. If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be referring to his beer.

23. Never join your girlfriend/wife in dissing a buddy, except when she’s withholding sex pending your response.

24. Never talk to a man in the bathroom unless you’re on equal footing: either both urinating or both waiting in line. In all other situations, a nod is all the conversation you need.

25. If a buddy is already singing along to a song in the car, you may not.

I hate working the dayshift on the weekend. Well, I hate working the dayshift period, but it’s especially bad on the weekend. Have to get up at the ass-crack o’dawn to get to work on time, then I spend all day here with little to nothing to do. The day just drags by.

My back is really starting to feel better. There have been some times lately when there was no pain at all. Yippie!!

I’ve yet to get anything in the way of Christmas gifts for anyone in my family. I’m going to try and get that resolved later today, after work. We’ll see how well that goes.

Finally contacted the BBB (Better Business Bureau) about my claim, they said they sent the letter out on 11/12, got a response back from the dealership on 11/26 saying they have no record of me in their computers. BULLSHIT!! So, I gave the BBB the same phone number I use at the dealership (a listed one vs. the unlisted one I gave the BBB) and they’re resending the complaint. More waiting time for me, and more no driving MY CAR!

Fuckers.

All persons are contained within a single individual, just as all time is in a moment, and the entire universe is in a grain of sand. ~~Fremen Saying.

Woohooo!! I just got tickets to see it tonight, online no less. Of course, there was a stoopid service charge, but I’m going to pass that along to the other people I go with, who now need one of my 6 tickets. Muaah-ha-ha!!

That is all for now.

Not much to say today. My back is still aching, I’m seriously fiending for some paintball, my birthday is in 6 days, and much like recent years, I’m not enjoying this holiday season at all.

I just tried contacting the BBB about the status of my claim, and got stuck in the phone system, lovely. I’m going to try back again after lunch.

I’m super tired today as my sleeping schedule has been totally wreaked, and what sleep I do get, isn’t worth much. I suppose I should start back in with the melatonin pills. I didn’t want to last night because I had had a couple of beers, and figured the two wouldn’t combo so well.

A family friend bought a computer from Best Buy, open box, so they didn’t get some software they should’ve, such as a burner package. She’s using WinXP and the software I had wasn’t compatible. I’ve got another friend prepping me a cd with some XP doable burner software. Then it just falls on me to get over to her house, load the software, and then spend the next excruiating hours teaching her how to use it. Thank you mom for volunteering my services.

Later days

Went to watch the Blues whomp on the Thrashers last night. Got to see a fight, some goal scoring, and some excellant play by Tyson Nash. All in all, a most excellant game. I was supposed to go to a friend’s house to watch Death Race 2000, but he…rescheduled.

So instead, my brother and I went to Wal-Mart, bought some stuff we needed and some stuff we didn’t need, then came home. He fell asleep, and I watched The Iron Giant, Double Jeopardy, and the last half of Ocean’s Eleven.

This morning I finally watched Vanilla Sky. I liked it, odd, but I liked it. And I definately enjoyed The Iron Giant, and Double Jeopardy was good too.

I got a phone call this morning from a very, very close friend of mine. Her mom had a stroke this morning. I pray for her and her mom and her family. I know, from first hand experience, that what’s coming up next for them will not be easy. I only wish I could do more.

I hate strokes.

I wasn’t on the schedule to work today, but since the marathon 12-hour session I had to work on Monday really reaked havoc on my back, I took Tuesday off. Because of that, and not wanting to give up the 4 hours of overtime I earned or any more vacation time then is absoulely necessary, I decided to make up my time and come in today.

Today…has been one of those days. I don’t feel like doing anything, but there is much to be done. I don’t feel like dealing with anyone’s bullshit, yet I am. The most minor and insignificant things are annoying me to no end, almost to the point of violent reaction. I don’t know what to do about it, and I’m not sure that I really care.

Since the world revolves around my mother, as usual, I’m having to push back my chiropracter appointment, for hopefully, later today. Fucking bitch, but I digress.

I’m toying with the idea of going to a late movie tonight, just me, no one else, all by myself. I do this every now and again to get away from everyone and everything. It comes in handy to have the ability to be in a room full of people and yet be all alone at the same time. It helps that they’re strangers and that, at times like then, I exude a definate “Leave me alone” aura. Usually, they comply, but now and again, get some bunghole who just doesn’t know subtle from a whole in the ground. We’ll see what happens.

I realize they are in crisis mode because hardly anyone is flying anymore, but that’s no reason to take it out on us. Seems that my older brother is having no luck getting us a refund or a credit or anything for our tickets (on Delta Airlines) to San Francisco later this month. We even have a signed letter from my dad’s neurologist saying he is unfit to fly.

Just wanted to rant about that real quick, now I have to go schlep my parents all over the city, for doctor’s appointments and the like.

I’m sitting here at work, surrounded by blinking lights, and flashing lights, and lights of the perpetually on kind. Today, it had been arranged for me to come in and work the 3pm to 11pm shift so that my boss, who is down with the operators at our alternate location, could give them all a breifing,attend some meeting(s), and then take them to dinner.

My shift partner called in sick this morning, and due to major installs down there, the alternate site was unable to monitor our system. So, the midnight person had to stay late, and then called me and asked if I would come in early, like, say 11.

And this is where I have been since. It’s one thing entirely to know you’re going to have to work a 12 hour, or even a 16 hour shift. With advance warning, you sort of mentally prepare yourself for the long day ahead, and it’s not usually so bad. But the unexpected long days, like today, really take a chunk out of your good spirits.

I’m trying to remain happy and upbeat about the day, but it’s kind of difficult to do even that, since all freaking day, my back has been barking at me. Not much I can do about it except to grin and bear it. Today’s cross to bear.

I saw Die Another Day over the weekend, it didn’t impress me much, and truth be told, I wasn’t really in the mood to see it anyway. I only capitulated because we (mom, dad, little brother, and I) were going to the movies, and my brother and dad wanted to see The Santa Clause 2, and mom wanted to see Die Another Day. So, being the “good” son that I am, I chose to watch it with her. And for these reasons, I can’t justify reviewing it here. I don’t think it would be fair.

I really, really don’t want to be here, but what can I do? Not much, I’m afraid.

There was more that I wanted to get into, but I think I’ll save that for some other day.