A Daring Expedition to 'Emoville'

Damn! Has it been six months already?!?

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 07:43:03 GMT

As the title suggests, It is time for my semi-annual LJ post. Oddly enough, I am actually listening to the same song i was five months and one week ago when i made my last post. Anyhow, I, at the behest of (I think) Kevin Woody, will now make a genuine effort to be a more regular LJ'er. I know that likely the last five entries over the last 3 or 4 years have made the same claim with little action to back up my feeble words. I will of course be the first to agree with any skeptics of my bold statement of regular patronage that it is utter hogwash. And they would likely be right. However, woody came up with the perfect solution to my poor attendance. You see, I never post anything here because, unlike most of you, I have absolutely no motivation to do so. like my MySpace, I am pretty sure I just got this thing because everyone and Gin wanted me to. It was not my idea, and for the most part, i have very little interest in it. I think i have little interest in it because I, unlike many of you, have nothing to say/share/present/boast/expound upon/etc. So here when you have nothing to say, you're really just stuck with nothing at all.

now then, as I was saying about woody, he came up with the perfect content for me; something that is right up my alley! He suggested that I make this an outlet for the unhealthy amounts of rage i have about the things that enrage me. the most common topics will undoubtedly be the result of television commercials; I FUCKIN HATE TV COMMERCIALS!! Also likely to make appearances are: bitches, politics, school and the like, and probably the public at large. I look forward to bitching into the ether and am open to topic-matter, so feel free to either make suggestions of fodder, or just add a thread and go to town yourself.

By the by, i think i will also put my rants on my MySpace blog, so the whole world may have the benefit of my windbagery.

LOLZ!!1!

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 09:02:41 GMT

So today i remembered how to log on to LiveJournal. It would seem that, according to my last post, that i have not been on for near two years. I had just gotten engaged then and now i have been married for almost 4 months. also i am in big boy college! :) my car took a shit, but then was risen from the dead like Frankenstein's monster. life is generally good. see you in two years!

Just checking in - status ENGAGED (woot!)

Wed, 08 Feb 2006 05:36:35 GMT

so i just thought that i would check in so that if anyone out there reads this and was worried about the absence, i am fine and still alive. to make matters even better(for me anyway), Gin and I are finally Engaged to be wed. i know that this is relatively old news by like 5-ish days, and that anyone who really cares/would read my shit already knows. I don't really care if it is late or that everybody knows, i just want to make sure because it makes me feel cool; fine there i said it, i am cooler than all of you!(with the exception of those that i am not; you know who you are.)

anywho, life is grand and i am still kickin'.

Audio Ambrosia!!!

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 05:47:37 GMT

SOAD just released the first single off of HYPNOTIZE. it is friggin boner-riffic!! I am driven to become a better musician and create a band that makes awesome music, and is politically active and tries to change the world! Goddammit i love that band!! I can not wait for Nov. 22 when the album comes out

Dildo McGoo!

Tue, 04 Oct 2005 02:27:13 GMT

I am so goddamned tired. yesterday i worked on stats homework for like 10 fuckin hours. i shit you not. i woke you at like 2-ish and worked until about 1am. i ate some dinner of course, and was, for the most part, distracted like the ADD son-of-a-bitch i am. but still, 10-11 hours of fucking stats! grrr! then today work was fucking me against the wall, in the ass. seriously, i will be so damn lucky if they don't just fire my ass. we got so backed up, like 3 or 4 tables of people just got up and walked out. it sucked. then, to top it all off, i had to tell my boss that it was I that flooded the kitchen at work on friday, had to clock off before i could clean it up, and had to come in unscheduled on saturday to clean it up, and inadvertently stripped the seal off of the floor. not to mention i near sliced off the top 1/4" off of my thumb. luckily i only made an incision about a 1/4" deep and stopped just short of finishing the job. i also got burned, and choked by my apron, and if you count the flood as near drowned, i just needed to get electrocuted and shot and i would be Rasputin.

not really a bad weekend; let's just hope the week doesn't kill me.

Please Help. This is Important to Me.

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 06:49:05 GMT

Hey everyone, i have a rather important message this time with no room for my usual bullshit. while perusing the internet yesterday, i ended up on the System Of A Down website where something about the Armenian Genocide caught my eye. now, for those of you who may not know, the Armenian Genocide was an event in history between 1915 and 1923 when the Turks of the Ottoman Empire set out to slaughter the whole of the Armenian race, killing 1.5 million men, women, and children in what was the first genocide of the 20th century. you would think that such an important and horrible event in world history would show up in our education. after all, we study the terrible and brutal slaying of innocent Jews during the Holocaust, which was also a genocide, so why not the Armenians? this is because the United States of America, the up holders to "truth" and "justice", does not officially recognize it as a genocide. how could this be? We are bitches is why. we allow Turkey, even to this day, to manipulate American Government into denying the Armenian Genocide.
This issue has been brought before many US administrations, and through Turkish pressure and American cowardice, the US has yet to resolve to officially recognize the Armenian Genocide. This is unacceptable.

Something else you all may or may not know is the has for many years, it has been System Of A Down's goal to have the genocide of their people (they are Armenian) to be recognized by the government of their country, the US. This goal,which they have fought for so long to achieve, is now, once again within reach. there is a bill up for congressional vote for the United States to finally recognize the Armenian Genocide as the crime against humanity that it truly was. we will finally stand up and defend the descendants of the victims of this horrible act. but they need your help to encourage Speaker Hastert to allow the bill to be heard.

please help by visiting System Of A Down's website at

http://www.systemofadown.com/
click on the news link to find out how you can help.

For more information on the Armenian Genocide visit
http://www.theforgotten.org/

This really means a lot to me and a great many people. please respond to this with your thoughts on the matter.

Fuck statistics right in the ass!!!

Tue, 06 Sep 2005 08:19:17 GMT

I just fucking roughly (meaning both; approximately[in regards to time]and Brutally or Forcefully[in regards to hard sex]) spent (i shit you not) 10 fucking god damned HOURS doing statistics homework!!! Now, to be fair, i was having a horribly A.D.D.-tastic day today ( not that i have actually been diagnosed with ADD by anyone more important than every teacher i had from elementary to high school. which means i don't have ADD for they are not doctors, but who's splitting hairs?) ANNNYway, today was super gay.

fin.

Chubby Cox, you devious bastard!

Fri, 26 Aug 2005 05:42:26 GMT

just as memory of me slowly begins to slide out of your brains like cranial feces, i re-appear like a gelatinous ninja seeping under a doorway to attack my unsuspecting gerbil pray!! HA-HAA!

Aaanyway, its been so long since i've posted that i couldn't even remember my username much less my password. pretty weak considering that i pretty much use the same shit for everything in the world. i figure, why pick nine-million different usernames and passwords? if someone got my password(s), they could pretty much get into anything i have a password on, however, if anyone tries to steal my identity, they get what they ask for. they would probably end up worse then they started with my identity.

identities blow. they are way over-rated. except secret identities, they are cool, but a lot of work to maintain... like a chia pet.

ROAR!!!

Thu, 10 Feb 2005 09:44:28 GMT

Hi everyone!(as if someone other then me reads this) I have declared that i shall make a supreme effort to regularly post entries in to my 'journal'. Unfortunately, I have nothing important to say. I don't even have anything unimportant to say. This is probably why I never post. Oh well. I will just write about World of Warcraft, the best game in the world.

Hi, My name is Joe, I am fiending for money.

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 10:01:56 GMT

Grrrr... DAMN THE ESTABLISHMENT!!!!

*Ding*
It is once again 'Philosophy Time'

Your question to ponder today is-
'why do we see money as being worth something?'

I fuckin hate money! the only thing money does is prevent things. if you really think about it, money actually prevents you from getting more things than it allows for you to get. it prevents you from getting a big nice house, it prevents you from getting a nice car, it prevents you from so many damn things! damn the man, damn the establishment and curses on monetary systems! FUCK ALL!!!

p.s. I am aggravated with money.

by the way, if you hadn't guessed, there are certainly underlying reasons behind all of this. I'm not just losing it.

I have a wonderful Girlfriend, p.s. I'm still not dead.

Sat, 22 Jan 2005 10:47:30 GMT

I love Gin!! She makes me super happy! By the way, I am not dead. Some of you (as if anyone reads this when i do actually write in it) may have thought that i may have died due to the fact that i have had a rather long leave of absence, however i am still not dead. perhaps I may even take to writing regularly again. How knows. Anything is possible.

I'LL FUCK ME IN MY OWN WAY!!!!

Sat, 30 Oct 2004 08:43:24 GMT

It is strange how things work out. I had a plan totally set out in front of me in plain sight for all to see. It was an easy path with very few, very minor bumps along it's length. A path one could follow were he blind (which was fortunate for myself). A path so desperately easy to travel, one would hardly take notice of the rock in his shoe and the thorn in his heel. Or perhaps it is the other way about, that the path is far from easy and it is I that could only follow it for I am blind. That I would trudge happily on, in whatever I do, over a twisting trail of broken glass, not bothering to take heed of my bleeding, festering wounds. So blind that even when told the obvious truth of my situation, I am in disbelief and am taken-aback with the possibility of it's validity. Usually, it is quite easy for one to realize they are unhappy, for who should know ones self better than ones self? For me, it has never seemed to be quite so simple. Gin is so very wonderful, both to me and for me. she knows every time exactly what I am feeling. She can read me as if I came with subtitles, a narration of my being of which I am unaware. She can tell that I am desperately unhappy with something, even if I don't think that I am. and god damn-it she is always right. It actually took getting shot dead in the face with a total strangers blood to finally dawn on me that I had by and far the fucking shittiest partner one could ever have in a job. I can not believe that I could not see from four-thousand miles and twelve-feet that I was NOT happy in my career and current life plan as an EMT. fuck them all straight to hell. I almost can't believe i have wasted so much of my life on this shit-cake. and it wasn't even until I was on the flight home from "the very best 10 days I have had the privilege of living in recent history", that I had possibly most important moments of my life. I was suddenly enlightened. I was blessed with an incredibly clear affirmation of the choices i had made during that week. I was listening to Incubus on the MiniDisc player I had just bought. It was 'Make Yourself'; a song that states probably one of the most significant noble-truths in its lyrics I have ever heard recorded.

If you let them make you, they'll make you paper-mache
At a distance your strong, until the wind comes
then you crumble and blow away

If you let them fuck you, there will be no fore-play
rest assured, they'll screw you complete
turn our asses blue and gray

You should make amends with you
if only for better health,
but if you really want to live
why not try to make yourself

If i hadn't made me, I'da fallen apart by now
I won't let 'em make me, it's more than I can allow
So when I make me, I won't be paper-mache
And if I fuck me, I'll Fuck Me In My Own Way
Fuck me in my own way,Fuck me in my own way
FUCK MY IN MY OWN WAY!

You should make amends with you
if only for better health,
but if you really want to live
why not try to make yourself
make yourself
Make Yourself
MAKE YOURSELF!

and then I understood. The plane landed, I gave myself three days for reflection, and I fuckin quit that shit hole job. I realized it was not what i wanted and fuckin quit.

Now, for anyone that would care further insight on my life as of these recent events, I am going back to school to double major in History with emphasis on Asian and European history, and Philosophy with emphasis on ancient Greek and Asian philosophy. I figure with my degrees in these I will teach and impregnate the minds of our youth with the seed of knowledge. and as for any of you that are privy to the facts of my educational record, lay your doubts and fears to rest, for my personal Council and I have developed the 'Joseph "Stalin" Komenda 3 Year Plan of Success'. I will finish up my gen-ed community college shit in the next year (or so), transfer to Cal State Fullerton, and graduate in about 2 years with my bachelors in both subjects. I think it is a pretty damn good plan myself. however, I would greatly enjoy your in put on the matter, positive or negative. especially if you took the time to actually READ this gianormously huge post.

its good to be back among the living,One love and peace out.

Suprise, suprise.

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 11:34:30 GMT

Once again i am up at fuckin 4:00 in the morning on mfing livejournal someone help me. help me before it is too late! any whoo, boring day today, i was supposed to hang out with scuba steve but by the time i woke up, he was no longer home. poopoo mcgee. better luck tomorrow i guess. talked to Gin for a good long time tonight. it is starting to sound like i will have to go up there and open up a good old fashioned can of whoup-ass on a whole slew of people. to quote the Chappelle's Show, "is Wayne Brady gonna hafta choke a bitch?!?". apparently a whole mess of folks up north like to give shit to good people about long distance relationships between loving couples. granted they are hard for high school kids, sluts, tramps, whores, immature individuals, man-sluts, and anyone else that has trouble keeping it in their pants (or out of their pants for the ladies[viva la equal rights!]) and a significant amount of trust is required, however i don't see any of these situations as being a problem for this pair of kiddos. so in october when i go for my visit, i am going to have to put on the big hurt in the forest, which is troubling for me, as many of you know, being that i am a very peaceable man. i don't like fighting, and don't care for real violence, even though i am built in such a way that fighting would not be difficult. best to let a sleeping dog lie.

stolen from james who stole it from chris who stole it from chelsea who stole it from...

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 10:57:29 GMT

stolen from james who stole it from chris who stole it from chelsea who stole it from...who cares. here you go.

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Have you ever had a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain it.
7. Describe me in 1 word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When was the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this in your lj and see what I say about you?

i know i am months late on this shit but fuck off.

GAAAH

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 05:14:52 GMT

SO.....BORED....MUST....NOT.......DIE...GGAAAAAAUUAHH!!!.........

O-Ren (woot!)

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 01:51:57 GMT

O-Ren Ishii (Cottonmouth)

You're O-Ren Ishii! Twisted and homicidal, you respect most people, but let them know not to mess with you. You have a talent for sensing danger, and keep only the most loyal and skilled people around you.</font>

Kill Bill: Which Deadly Viper Assassin Are You? (Vol. II spoilers... results with pics)

It Is So Gay Being Me

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 12:14:55 GMT

Holy fuckin shit, would you look at how lame it is to be Joe. here i am, up at a quarter to five in the fuckin morning on livejournal. it is so sad. my job keeps me up all night and then on my days off, i end up being so tired that i crash out all day and stay up all night all by myself. it is so sad. all alone in a house full of sleeping people. this is ridiculous. for many of the people that will read this, it is probably followed by the other two posts that i wrote tonight to kill time. i am not sure that this job is good for me. i mean that i seem to always be alone. my brothers always have either work or school, Megs has school all day, mom and dad work all day long. steve is mormon so he can only hang out 2 of 3 of my days off, Gin, dave and julie went away to school. everyone that is still here are probably sleeping while i am awake and vice-versa. when i am not home i am alone in my car driving to or from work. at work the only people i see are my partner, dead people, dying people, and fucking whiny people with nothing the fuck wrong with them.with the exception of Teri, it is not the most satisfying group of people to hang out with.
and also, the job is seemingly making me grouchy and bitter. the patients are starting to work my nerves. they call for the lamest bullshit sometimes.

me:"so, why did you call us out here this evening?"
them:"i stubbed my toe."
me:"are you fuckin shitting me?!?"
them:"no, it hurt."
me:"HURT?!? like it does not any longer?!? as in past tense?!?"
them:"well, yeah."
me:"so it doesn't hurt now?"
them:"umm...no."
me:**STEAMING**
them:"so are we going to go to the hospital now?"
me:"GAAAH!!!!!"(me coming unglued)**beating the piss out of the patient**
corpse:"......" (silence is golden)

I swear to god that this is actually the types of things that REAL PEOPLE pull. it's fuckin ridiculous.

Seriously, don't read that other post.

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 10:22:50 GMT

Sorry about that last post. If you have not yet read it, don't. i strongly recommend against reading it. i tried unsuccessfully to censer it of the gore and frustration and crap that comes with the job. and it just takes up too much space. sorry again.

This Post is Rated 'R' for Violence, Adult Language, Adult Themes, and Graphic Depictions. Seriously

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 09:30:29 GMT

Last Night was such a pain in my ass!!! We ran so many god damn calls! I know you are going to say

"...But Joe, it's your JOB to scrape people off of the pavement, and take their bullshit because you are trying to help them and they don't appreciate it, even though THEY called YOU to come TO THEM and HELP THEM, and get paid virtually MINIMUM WAGE for a job where trained skills are required and peoples lives could very well depend on your every decision. So suck it up, you whiny ass-hole."

While this very well may be the case, i am going to bitch and moan about it regardless. fuck off.

So anyway, the shift starts at 21:15 (9:15 pm). right out of the gates we got two calls back to back. It's annoying even on a good day to have back to back calls without a breather, however we plugged right along. so then we got sent over to the west side (compton, lynwood, southgate, huntington park, paramount, downey, bell, bell gardens, cudahey, east LA, etc.)for coverage. this is annoying because i hate the west side. i don't know the area very well yet and it sucks. fuck. so we got posted in huntington park. we stayed there for about a half hour to 45 minutes. while there i got to call Gin and talk with her for a while and it made me happy. while there, we also saw 2 drug deals go down, god bless america. fuck. anyway, after probably 45 minutes of goodness, we got called out. it was a GSW (gun shot wound) you would not believe how much a mother fucker squeals after getting two in the chest and one that shot off his elbow. the stupid fuck should have thought about what would happen BEFORE he opens fire on police with an assault rifle. and the little bitch needed to take a man pill and suck it up instead of crying about how "i'm gonna die! wah wah" and carrying on like a child. fucker.

Now i know you are thinking "...but Joe,how insensitive can you be? would you begrudge a defenseless gang-banger his american right to shoot at law enforcement with an assault rifle, a weapon that has no other purpose than to kill people? you should be ashamed of yourself." fuck you. survival of the fittest, elimination of the stupidest.

the best part was that both Teri and i got blood on our shirts. the fucker bled on us. so we had to return to base for a clean change of clothes. this was thought to be good because we hoped that they would keep us over on the east side, and surely you would expect that after such a call we would get a rest. wrong. directly after we cleared from base we were dispatched on a car accident. a 22 year old female hit a parked car (alcohol suspected) and had a 2 inch laceration to her leg. it was a pretty ugly wound. a touch shocking, especially when you are not expecting so much blood. but then you would certainly think we would get a rest after 2 hard calls like those. you are wrong. for the remainder of the night, this was the norm. for all twelve hours of our regular shift we ran call after call after call to total 7 full calls for one night. just as reference, a normal night constitutes about 3-4 calls. meaning we were getting our asses pounded into the ground, and not the enjoyable kind of ass pounding, but the ripping, tearing, pummeling, unlubricated kind not even acceptable in prison. we had so many crappy calls of varying degrees of annoyance.then came bertha,the last call of the day. imagine the biggest black lady you can, then imagine her puking her stomach lining up and flailing about on the floor, squirming all over the place being as dramatic as possible wailing the following phrases: 'lord have mercy' and 'save me jesus' and 'fan me, fan me!! Please FAN ME!! It feels better went you fan me!' IT FEELS BETTER WHEN YOU FAN ME TOO FUCKER, AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!!!!!!! This is all i can say without having too actually explain it in person. it was fucking ridiculous.

But after all of that, at 8:43 we got cleared for shut down, right on schedule. we turned off the radio and headed back to base. We were just about to get off of the freeway when we got a page to "turn your radio back on". thinking this an odd request, we turn it on. THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS GAVE US ANOTHER CALL!!! we were done and returning to base, and they gave us another call. I have no problem getting held over for a couple of hours if we are short on units, BUT TO TEASE US BY CLEARING US AND THEN BRINGING US BACK UP FOR MORE CALLS IS SO VERY FUCKED UP! it's like giving you a tasty sucker and letting you have a couple of licks and then taking it right out of or mouth....AND THEN KICKING YOU IN THE BALLS. okay, so that scenario is actually kinda funny, but not when you are on the licking end of the sucker after 12 hours straight of busting your ass, and the sucker is your freedom on your last day of the week! Luckily enough, the last patient was a good sport and was very appreciative, and we were on the east side so i knew where i was going.

so, by the end of the day we had worked for 13 and a half hours straight without any rest or breaks and ran a total of 8 full calls. it was one of the busiest days i have worked since i started. fuck. Damn, this is a really friggin' long post. sorry. you'll get over it. fuck.

Bizarro!!I Love You!!Bizarro!!

Wed, 01 Sep 2004 10:36:34 GMT

The damndist thing just happened to me. I got homesick for a house that i don't even live in. Now that I have "moved back home", as Kevin has so very bitterly put it,A.K.A. Gin has moved to school and I haven't a damn place to be but home, I miss the person and place with and where i have spent so much of my time for the past 'two and heif' years. Is that weird to feel homesick, while you are AT home, about another home? I know that i am 47382736904781389547623987451986523786 times more homesick for the person than the place, especially when you never knew when you might get woken up by a random piano concerto at god-awful hours in the morning and night, but still, the old place kinda grows on you.

Thought I was dead, Didn't ya?

Wed, 01 Sep 2004 08:57:18 GMT

Well, to everyones dismay, I am, in fact still alive. Not really. Well, actually, yes really, in that i am actually alive and well, but not really in that it is to everyones dismay. I hope. Gee, you know, you really take it for granted that you are well liked by your peers until you make a comment in passing and then think about its validity. GAAHHH, head hurts....too much thinking! But seriously, well semi-seriously anyway, I finally got a permanent shift. Not really all that special or exciting in and of itself, however, along with it comes a certain desirable amount of financial stability.$bling-bling$ I'm sorry for that. 'bling-bling' is never an appropriate thing to say, even if its written. I apologize. And on that note I should stop now before I say something we will all regret for weeks to come.

Chubby Cox!! My Quest is over!

Mon, 23 Aug 2004 07:41:23 GMT

My quest for pictures is over! i have found appropriate visual decor! Please share your thoughts as to the successfulness of my quest

I am the Invisable Man!

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 09:52:52 GMT

I need a picture damnit! look at this, no picture! where is the sense of personality? where is the sense of individuality? where is the sense of coolness? This damn thing is so plain you would think it's some kind of 1984, commie, mass-produced, lifeless piece of crap! there are no pictures! Its like War and Peace, no damn pictures! i must have pictures! i am declaring myself to be on a quest from this point on to find pictures for this wretched place.(...that reminds me, i have been meaning to read War and Peace. Oops.)

Onward! To the Quest!

Bahhhh!!!!

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 09:12:54 GMT

Why is there not a damn thing to do in this god-forsaken city!?!?! Why do we even call it a city?!? There isn't even a building taller than four stories!! I say give us the cows back so at least we know full well that there isn't a damn thing to do around here. every fuckin thing is closed by 10 pm! at least if we had cows we could at least go and tip them over in the late ass hole of night! We are lamer than fuckin mid-west dairy town USA!!!

I thought I would never do this..

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 04:07:19 GMT

Well, I thought of all the people I know, that I would be the least likely to get a passport to Emo-ville,(a.k.a. any on-line journal at all) but I have ended up here regardless. I am, as well, deeply saddened that i have been reduced to such a depressing state that i must fill my time in this wasteland because i have but nothing else to occupy my time. All but a small handful of my friends have left for school or other assorted things and i have no where to go but here. Steve is still no his mish' for another year, and Gin, Dave, and Julie have just left for two years of college. i suppose it won't be so bad, i now have a wealth of time to pursue my hobbies, work a lot to amass a substantial savings, and i have a library of books i have been collecting for several years that i have as of yet not had time to read. i will miss Gin dearly, but i know that we will talk several times a day and that we will see each other at least once a month. This alone provides a substantial comfort for me and helps me more and more every time i think about it. i guess it wont be so bad after all, but it is still depressing that i have a Live Journal. Christ, i can't believe i wrote that beginning. This place is infecting me! NO!! Must resist the corrupting powers of the Emorificness!!!