Tats

Let me preface this entry by saying tattoos with deep personal meaning are fine as long as you are up to explaining it to me. I guess my problem is, as always, with conformity for conformity's sake.

My official view on tattoos is not a positive one. Maybe it's the permanancy, maybe it's the first impression I got as a child from dirty-sticky-fat carnival workers, maybe it's that more and more kids get them these days, not sure. But I know there's not many girls left under 25 that don't have a lower back tattoo (or flaming butt wings as I like to call them) to accent their thong sticking out of their low-rise jeans. I weep for the future generation that follows the hurd.

Most people I see with tattoos encourage my view that tattoos have become a symbol of conformity and fitting in to a certain crowd rather than standing out from it.

I think if you respect your body and yourself, you don't want something that permanent. It's like putting a bumpersticker on a Ferrari.

I realize some people want to display their personal life or something with deep ersonal meaning on their body (remember a dead family member, remind them of their roots excluding "tribal" banding, that's just ridiculous). That all makes sense and I can respect that. But butterflies, barbwire, dolphins?

To reiterate the above, if you're going to do it, go all out - do it big with lots of detail. If you want something that you can cover up, don't bother. You are a sheep and a flake.

"You don't have to have tattoos, piercings, etc. to be a punk" -Mike Ness

My Problems with Organized Religion

My issues with Christianity and general religion/faith:

If a man is caught in the act of raping a young woman who is not engaged, he must pay fifty pieces of silver to her father. Then he must marry the young woman because he violated her, and he will never be allowed to divorce her. (Deuteronomy 22) WOW.


In the Old Testament, God cursed wicked men by giving them male pattern baldness. As an outward sign of their sin, of course. (Isaiah 3:24).

Not against God, just against religion. I don't believe what man says about God because there's no way He would communicate with us, but I think I believe God exists.

And if God does exist, I bet it’s a woman. No man would ever be that vindictive.

Having “faith” requires a huge jump/leap, as they say leap of faith. Belief in miracles, divine intervention, that kind of stuff. It requires believing that something was created from nothing. I have a hard time with that.

Speaking of creating something from nothing, the Christian faith is compiled from many other religions around the world. Jesus wasn't born in December. Missionaries adapted this time of year to coincide with other religions' annual celebration to make the transition more adaptable. Much like The Matrix.

If there is a God, I don’t believe He is vengeful. I don’t believe he has human characteristics. I know that my mind will never be able to grasp the concept of the omniscient.

More wars and more blood has been shed on account religious beliefs than anything else in history.

The bible says nothing against slavery.

I have a problem with people who ignorantly judge me. My first taste of this was around religious people, but as I go through life I have encountered others who are quick to judge and I have little tolerance for that.

I hate that a good Christian's main goal is to convert others. Don't pressure me into something I am educated on and have decided not to pursue. It's fine if you hate me for it - I didn't want to be around you anyway.

Yes, I realize Jesse Ventura is not the brightest man to talk about religion, or talk about anything for that matter, but I thought this was well put:

"Organized religion is a sham and a crutch for weak-minded people who need strength in numbers." -Jesse Ventura

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When I’m relaxing in the shower, just standing there in the hot water, I hate the point when I realize I’m just wasting water. Really ruins it for me.

I think I’ve mentioned “How was your trip?” before, but I hate obligatory questions that people feel they need to ask, but they don’t really care about your answer, just making conversation, and I don’t really have a good answer anyway. For instance: “How did your test go?”, “How was your flight?”, “How was your trip?”, How was the funeral?”, etc. How do you think it was, jackass!

Speaking of obligatory replies, someone at my work called me out for one. He announced his wife is going to have a baby. I said, “Congratulations!” He says thanks, but for what? Why do people always say ‘congratulations’ why I announce that?” I had no answer.

I love Wasted Happy Hour Chick. This is the girl who came straight from work to the bar and is still there at 11:30 PM even though her colleagues are all gone, she’s lost a shoe, her hair is in disarray, and she’s been carrying around her laptop bag for six hours. Wasted Happy Hour Chick can usually be found dancing wildly by herself in the corner and is easy prey for Shady Traveling Salesman Dude – who’s not nearly as drunk but has far fewer morals, and is still wearing his company logo shirt from earlier that day.

5,000 staples come in a box 1” x 1” x 4”. That’s enough staples to handle all my stapling needs for the rest of my life. Talk about big things in small packages.

If someone redoes their kitchen, why do they feel the need to boast their asking price $50,000? Newsflash: It’s still a shithole, only now it’s a shithole with granite countertops.

As I am the self proclaimed Captain Obvious, I guess bands are out of ideas for their names. Seems like every band nowadays is “The (insert noun)’s”. The Shins, The Decemberists, The Believers, The Ponys, The Replacements, The Vines, The Briefs The Hives, The Killers, The Concretes, The Thrills, The Stills, …the list goes on forever. I love their music, but so much for being creative with your name.

The Christians in my area have just figured out that “Diablo” in Spanish means "The Devil”. They are proposing the 200 year old name “Mt. Diablo” be changed after 200 years because I guess the Devil is bad. Reminds of a few years ago when the PeTA freaks tried to change the name of the town Rodeo in Marin (pronounced roo-DAY-o like Rodeo Drive) because it looks like “rodeo” as in bull riding which I guess is bad.