It is morning time!

You know what that means, right? No? Well, I’ll tell you! I get to go to work! Not everyone gets to say they have a secure 9-5, and those of us who do have this option typically feel better off than the next person because their fast food job never treated them with retirement benefits, health benefits, vision care, and hourly wages of that type of magnitude! I mean, who doesn’t want to make more than $10 an hour? That extra bit of money in your hand by the next paycheck is always welcomed!

But, as you grow older, you begin to realize that things change. Your perspective begins to focus its shift away from buying extravagant items, such as an expensive pair of shoes to match your fashionable jeans which were made to look used, or another CD to add to your growing collection.. You begin instead to look forward to putting some away, what little is left after your child support is removed every paycheck. You put some here for retirement, some here for gas and electric bills, some here for diapers, most here for car payment, insurance, food, replacement socks and t-shirts, internet, phones. And then, you have to prepare for dinners, your personal breakfast foods (I like eggs, but once in a while it’s nice to just eat a bowl of oatmeal in the morning).

How is there ever enough time to enjoy life with all these requirements? Well, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I know there is no way that my life is intended to work for someone else while begging for a higher wage. At the same time, I’m glad I’m not working in fast food or part time anymore because those types of jobs were not exactly within the realm of “desirable” when it came to what began to matter most in my household. I needed something bigger for myself, and for my fiancee and her daughter. (And my dog. He’s a family member too, even if he does poo indoors BAD DOG!)

I’ve been searching for solutions to my particular set of financial problems and this blog is helping just a little bit. It gets my mind off of life for the little bit of time I’m able to come to write or make updates. At this time, I must begin to prepare for work, but if anything changes for financial betterment, then I should let you know here. I know I need to start a website, but that’s a first-of-the-month thing (which approaches rapidly).

If you have something you would like to suggest, I’m an open book! Speaking of which, please check out my book here.

If you just want to say you enjoyed it, that’s cool too. I like feedback, and critique. See you all later!

I Can Writing Poem?

Flat upon the rounded earth, still in the midst of partial sanity
Revealed within the spectrum of conscious thought
Lie a simple shell of a human, planted among hundreds in a cemetary
Below the surface of this cold reality, yet freedom a body has not
Doth one become free upon burial or a higher risk of
Purgatory doth he risk upon this anchor?

Do You Like Money? Me Too!

You know, being a coin collector is one thing. Hoarding nickels and pre-1982 Lincoln cents is basically the kind of coin collector I am. And by “hoarding,” I mean, I live paycheck to paycheck, and storing nickels for future use is my version of an emergency fund. Being that I am new to the “making money online through affiliate marketing” area of the internet, this seems to be coming off as a slow start. And you must know that I’m REALLY trying to make money online to the best of my ability through Twitter and linking here.

But, there are some success stories out there regarding an extravagant network of new marketers working part time for a relatively short period of time generating enough money, working simply part time, to quit their full-time day jobs. I would like to eventually reach that point.

Some of these programs require an up-front purchase of the entire program, and their promises to earn you several hundred dollars sound SO CONVINCING, but because $30 or $40 is actually a cut out of our budget, that seems like a large expense to me. We could use that for food, and whatnot.

Besides, how nice would that actually be? They give you the entire training program, plus a team of helpers who are skilled enough in this marketing to help you reach a point where you begin to fly on your own wings until you’ve made a full contribution towards sustaining your financial freedom and become that success story. That sounds FREAKING AWESOME.

And the other thing is, I’m a little bit insecure in making such a leap, but I’m toward a point now where I’m nearly too broke to live now (tax people say I owe some $1,200 from last year. What?!).

You know that times are bad in today’s world when someone who works as a lower-level employee in their local government is still struggling to get by. So I’m either working too hard and sacrificing my health for too little pay by working for someone else, or I’m too lazy and tired after working an eight-hour manual labor day to keep lifting a finger to do more for myself. I have noticed that I have some energy on the weekends, during which I take care of some household chores. If I had a few tools I could use, and a budget-friendly means of starting up a more realistic side income, and learned how to generate online sales and other affiliate-related things, I would be more on top of the world than I already am.

But then again, there’s a phrase or two that goes towards people like myself: “Easy come, easy go,” and, “A fool and his money are soon parted.” I wonder if those quotes have withstood the test of time for a reason, heh.

Well, I do have to go because the background noise in my apartment has quadrupled and I can no longer concentrate on writing at this moment.

Drink up!

Ah, Mickey’s malt liquor. How many times have you ended my day? Well, to be honest, quite a few times. There were weeks when I would have nothing but these. Due in large part to the fact that they’re budget-friendly in today’s world of margaritas and hard liquor, nearly every convenience tore near me has a good supply of these. So what makes alcohol such a wonderful part of my weekend?

I stopped binge drinking some time ago, since I’ve learned in some fashion or another that moderation in drinking is one of the best precautionary statements I can make to myself– and to spread that message is of great personal importance. As such, I have never really been much of an aficionado in alcoholic drinks, and my experience with mixed drinks is extremely limited. When enjoyed on a more occasional instance, a good drink is one that is enjoyed socially (and perhaps paired with a good cigar).  Drinking multiple times per day for weeks tends to become both monotonous and dangerous, as I experienced rapid weight gain in a matter of weeks with obvious notice from family. So, it is something that I do try as best as I can to limit to the weekends. Now, on to some of my personal favorite drinks. (These are not in any particular order, by the way. These are just placed here as I remember them.)

1. Mickey’s Malt Liquor

This has been a relatively good go-to for me since my cousin introduced it to me perhaps as long ago as 2008, or 2007 even. Budget-friendly, I find Mickey’s to be a good, ice-cold nighttime cheap booze because of its relatively smooth, albeit bitter travels across the taste buds. And boy, oh boy does it feel AWESOME on a hot night! It fills the belly with a refreshing feeling, and when bottled in their glass grenades, are freaking awesome without the aluminum bite. I rate Mickey’s highly because it really isn’t bad compared to the price point. (Your opinion may vary.)

2. Foster’s

I have to tell you, I didn’t have this beer until my first try perhaps about four or five years ago. I like that it’s kind of less watery than other Anheuser-Busch products. It’s got more of a hoppy or malty body to it, and the sheer volume of its barrels allows for a pretty good head spin by the end of just ONE on an empty stomach. After a beefy dinner, or a really seasoned chicken dinner, this beer pairs VERY well with a Blue Label cigar, a Rocky Patel Vintage 1990, or a freaking ACID Blondie. If your head decides it wants more, then instead of another Foster’s, grab yourself a Joya de Nicaragua Cabinetta cigar. That’ll put you in some serious relaxation mode before you can say, “Supercalifragilistiexpialidocious” backwards with a Russian accent (no offense to Russian speakers. I really love their accent when native Russians speak English. I just think it would be hilarious for someone to speak that word with perfect phonetic accuracy with a Russian accent, because I may end up laughing so hard that someone actually managed to do so while I lived, that I would expire on the spot).

3. Steel Reserve

I, coincidentally, “reserve” these for very long weekends. The reason? They’re high in alcohol content for being a carbonated booze, but since they’re not craft beers, they’re really budget friendly alongside Mickey’s and Foster’s. The main problem I have with Steel Reserve is that its stronger alcohol content and stronger flavor tends to wipe out that savory food you just ate. Don’t mistake this for me saying I don’t like it! I just think that, in certain situations, they’re probably best for being ingested on their own and hour after dinner. And as for a good cigar to pair it with? Maybe Alec Bradley Black Market. Personal preference. Steel Reserve is a stronger flavor profile than your average malt liquor, so approach with caution if you’ve not yet managed to get your mouth off the teat of standard beer. Speaking of which:

4. Budweiser

Grilling season is right around the corner, so you know that Budweiser (and Bud Light) will be up on the ice in the chest for the party that is going on this weekend. Smooth, but some hardcore drinkers would say something along the lines of it being too watery. I might agree, but because I actually like drinking lightly sometimes, Budweiser and Bud Light do exactly that for me. So, while I do enjoy my less pricey drinks to be on hand more so than the “typical” big brewery beers, when it comes to just randomly relaxing around the house when there’s nothing to do, it’s kind of hard to beat a lighter drink.

5. Arrogant Bastard Ale

They’ll offend you. They’ll talk crap to your face if you read their label. They’ll insult you. And because you can’t finish a whole bottle, they know you aren’t worthy. And the reason why I love this drink so much is because it challenges you to go outside of your comfort zone of typical draught and bottled beers. Craft, here meaning custom strength, has gone way outside the comfort zones of brew, and they’ll challenge your palate in ways one might think, of not already plan to take, personal. If hops isn’t your thing, I’d steer clear of this. But if you’re feeling adventurous and want to take on a personal challenge, then please be my guest and buy yourself one of these. In fact, take an adventure through all different types of craft brews! This is my personal favorite, and you don’t have to think that way. I’m just expressing my views here!

All right, well– that’s all I have time for at the moment. Next weekend, if I remember, I’ll try to expand on this list and help you see my perspective of drinks that I would take with me to the grave. Until the next time you see me, adieu!

Going to the gym?

I might possibly be the least qualified person to talk about going to the gym. I haven’t been to the gym in years, I haven’t exercised on a consistent basis at least since the navy, I haven’t followed a health regimen since at least 2006. That is 10 years of sedentary activity.

But there is actually one thing that I did for a little while— Captains of Crush hand grips. For a long time I’d been somewhat keen to the idea that functional strength would mean an easier life. But those were really foggy days when it came down to actually understanding functional strength as it applied to the whole body and not just my hand strength. So what if I could open my pickle jars in my elderly years? If I can’t do sit ups, pull ups, or general body weight exercises, then what chance do I have getting up out of bed?

Luckily, it’s dawned on me that maybe I should get into shape. I’m able to do three pull ups… Well, actually, I’ve always been able to do at least two on a whim. I’ve never been unable to do a single one, save high school, when I literally did nothing to maintain my stick figure appearance. But suspending my body weight for anything longer than ten seconds is quite a task. I intend to improve that time.

Needless to say, that will take a bit of grip strength. The folks over at Ironmind have developed their own hand strength tools, including their Captains of Crush line of hand grippers. You see, when I first ran across their website, I thought it laughable to think that hand grippers could be a challenge. I was quickly brought to my knees when I discovered that I could not close the #3 gripper. My first time trying to close it, I had probably 3/4” of space between the handles (the point of hand grippers being to touch the handles together). I worked myself into closing it, but by that point in time I had no means of traveling to get certified.

Their hand grippers range from the Point Five all the way up to the #4. If you can successfully close the #3 gripper while being witnessed by an official, you get your name on an international list of Captains of Crush, showing that you’ve reached a very difficult benchmark. But everyone strives to close the #4, which is the true separator of men from boys! (Not really. The #3 is a monster to close. That alone does it for me.)

Ironmind are the industry benchmark for hand grippers. Everyone goes for these because they’re built in such a fashion that they do not “season” as quickly (seasoning is a term applied thus: the amount of torque required to close a gripper becomes easier. All grippers season, but Ironmind seem to not season very much before reaching a particular level of being fully seasoned) as other hand grippers on the market.

Besides hand grippers, though, they also make a smaller version for strengthening two fingers at a time called the IMTUG. This is particularly useful for getting your ring finger and pinky finger strengthened up to help you reach the next level.

But, overall hand strength is well and good, but exercise aficionados are well aware that for each muscle, there is one for performing opposite movements. For example, biceps move your forearm up. Your triceps move your arm down. Many people exercise both groups of muscles because it is easier to avoid injury if you balance everything out. The same applies to your hands. One group of muscles allows your fingers to curl up. Another group allows them to expand. Thus, improving your hand strength means to avoid injury by all obtainable means. Ironmind figured it out a long time ago. But it isn’t something that you can use a hand gripper to exercise, right? Right. So how would one go about exercising their opposing muscles?

Expand-Your-Hand Bands. Yup. These rubber bands are made in such a manner as to allow you to provide a balance of gripping strength and expansion conditioning, to keep everything running smoothly. Just as with the hand grippers, these increase in difficulty from the least to most resistance. This allows for you to maintain the highest level of forearm and hand health possible.

Esoteric in Definitive Existence

I am surprisingly unmotivated to write these days. Many people close to me throughout my life, to some extent, has said that I write very well. That is to say, from the time I was in grammar school, I possessed a unique quality of mastering English for the age I was (I forget now when, but perhaps around second grade– yes, it was second grade. I remember the teacher making comments on my writing now that I think back). Unfortunately, I do not remember what I had written, and this piece of personal literature was not suspended in a suitable catalyst for the purposes of preservation back then. It must not have mattered much, anyhow.

But, the problem I have is simply this: I was recently watching these videos on TEDx Talks on YouTube, and one woman in particular had an attention-grabbing headline to a speech she gave regarding the typical human’s capacity to sustain a particular career choice with relative ease, and how they differ from her. She used a not-very-well-known (in fact, perhaps as of yet unheard of) idiom to describe such individuals. It was “multipotentialites.” Broken down into three roots, “multi-” is obvious, as it refers to many. “Potential” is a bit more obfuscatory, yet simultaneously directly descriptive term. And “-ite,” meaning that people who relate to the combined two prior subsections of the word (ex: Mennonite). To conclude this ever-growing paragraph, and to somewhat summarize her video, it means “people who do not belong to the applied norm of societal expectations.”

What do I mean by that? I mean, people like myself. I’m a severe case of this multipotentialite personality. Over time, I’ve become somewhat of a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to random trivial information. One of the few things I have been able to consistently do without boring myself after a few months would happen to be writing. I’ve never really been able to sit down and write a book because– well, that takes time. I like to try to master [read: learn]  things quickly and efficiently, but plopping down and coming up with something breath-taking for readers to behold is something which, in theory, is quite simple; but it’s also exceedingly difficult to do because I always block myself with random questions about suitable subject matter [read: no creative endeavor]. I always try to make things sound textbook-ish, which is boring. Who wants to read something that sounds like it came from a college reading requirement? I know of zero people who ever would.

But then, I also sit down to think about WHAT to write, only to become distracted for a few weeks, and then the entire thing is lost in my endless thoughts about life in general. I think this multipotentialite thing is the closest description to ADHD, sans medical terminology. I’m even distracted for an hour (which has happened since I started this article) and can lose my train of thought, as well as the entire point of my message. I then attempt to become motivated to write, then I start (similarly to how you would see my posts here on WordPress begin, and end), and then that’s the end of the thing I was writing. I don’t have to worry about thinking about it for a very long time once I have published my random article.

During which I sit down and start reading random articles (recently, cast iron and entrepreneurship and bacon), browse the internet to learn anything and everything I can about what it is I’m reading… Some of you know what this type of psychological slavery feels like. Some of us know how to harness the power of this condition of existence. I am not one of these people. I have a steady job (for how long, I do not yet know, as I am still within the probationary period) but I have quickly become bored with that too. But to pay bills, yeah, I must keep it. I bore so easily after such a short time frame, and it is confusing, irritating, and above all, one of the other things with has remained as a constant to my otherwise hectic mind and wild thoughts.

I’ve tried meditation, handwriting three pages of random notes a day for a few months to boost my creativity, read about quantum theory and quantum physics knowing full well that my mathematical understanding is capped at basic algebra, looked at multiple videos on Vsauce to kind of glimpse at the scientific perspective of the universe (and learned quite a lot), and multitudes of other things to read and learn between actually posting. I rarely ever type during these periods except to enter search terms. In other words, I bore VERY QUICKLY of everything.

In this video I’ll be linking shortly, the woman about whom I am writing expresses her ideas and explanations regarding multipotentialite characteristics. It makes sense, because I believe that a good portion of college dropouts simply couldn’t stay in school because of this condition of existence. Here it is. Make sure to consider someone that you think is weird who just might have these qualities. You never know if they’re just bored to death or otherwise just feeling s if they’re trying to fit in where they don’t belong.

It’s helpful to know that there are people out there who are actually making strides in their fields to explain certain personality types. The DSM-IV can only explain so much from a third-person perspective. The world from the first person perspective is vastly greater than the sum of all literary parts, and this is something that is far more difficult to describe than one may think. In a way, though, it could be just over-thinking which is getting in the way of practically everything.

I’ve spent upwards of approximately three to five months studying something in the greatest depth, to learn every aspect of the very thing. After a while, I’ve become somewhat decent at it, and so my learning curve is usually good enough to prevent me from being hopelessly incompetent in that field, even if it is something I’ll never do partly or fully in my life, or read about ever again. That is probably a curse as much as a gift, to read nearly infinitely or perpetually to just have the information and basic skill tucked away into the reserves of my memory. I mean, it is true that I can utilize my skills quite well when I have the motivation to do so. I still have a difficult time sustaining that skill for a period of time without becoming severely bored. The last couple things I wrote here, I had someone respond, inviting me to write out posts for a forum which he is a part of. I never did visit that site, because I left to do something else. I miss out on opportunities.

I think that, if I were to actually focus for long enough on mastering writing, I should put it toward poetry for the specific utilization as lyrics for heavy metal bands. Some of the greatest lyricists I can think of are in Cradle of Filth, Woods of Ypres, and Dimmu Borgir. Some dark, fantastic stories of demons, witches, and bloodletting; sad songs of mourning and death… These are the subjects most worthy of my time. It’s not as if I have let everything else go, no… I can’t say I’m devoid of practically every other feeling within the spectrum of human emotion. I also feel rage and anger, jealousy, sadness, happiness, pure enjoyment and appreciation, relaxation, love, hunger, motivation and demotivation. I prefer to concentrate of heavy metal as my choice of music because it is, in my opinion, likened to what hippies were to acid rock. It is the new socio-political platform.

I suppose it is just blabber-mouthing at this point of the article. I feel as if I have reached the climactic point of my story here already, and now there’s nothing left to say. There is always much more to tell, that is true. There is always more to say after the semicolon has been added. Each time I write something, it is recorded somewhere, and there it will remain until it is dug out of the deepest of the caverns of electrons that is the internet, cloud, or whatever else technology may have in the years to come. But as to adding anything relevant to this article, I must say that it is time for me to sequester from any further explanation of anything here. Good night to you.

A Day in the Life of a Valley Resident

Here in California’s Central Valley, we don’t have the liberty of accepting fall as a separate entity from the other seasons. Right now, there is a thunderstorm going on to the east, and it’s humid even inside the apartment. Here’s the truth: It’s either really hot and muggy, or it’s slightly cool and wet in the winter with chances of morning dew. No such thing as snow in this area.

In fact, I just walked across the street to break a larger bill into a smaller one (I’m not entirely out of shape, as my job requires that I stay on my feet and move around a LOT)– only to find that by the time I got back, I’d already been breaking out in beads of humidity-related perspiration. So what to my wondering brain should appear, than to sit down and write this and report it right here. Last night I was awoken by a rare thunderstorm, complete with brilliant lightning, and a sizable downpour of rain. This does not happen often. This month of October alone, we’ve seen some rain for now the third time. It’s the middle of the month, and the grass is still yellow from being so dry around here.

When living out here in the central valley, it’s important to note that this is not the same climate you would find in the same horizontal (Latitude? Longitude? I’m not a navigator)… Um… If the distance from the equator to here were the same as another region or time zone of the United States, the climate would be vastly different. I mean, even Arizona gets some powerful rains and even snow more often than this bowl of stagnant weather phenomena receives. December here means you can walk outside without a shirt, if you so chose. That’s how warm it stays. In January and February, it cools down enough to give us– and don’t panic– frost. Yes, frost. That’s all we have to deal with for about two weeks at the beginning of any year. And that includes using a plastic ice scraper. No snow shovels or anything else can be seen for miles around here.

Whew, I’m still sweating. That heavy rain was definitely worth it. The dry, dead yellow grass is now wet, dead yellow grass. That’s not to say it doesn’t get like that when we water it, but we water we can’t just let water flow. They have all these corrupt laws against people using water which don’t apply to corporations. Again, that’s another subject for another time.

Well, this certainly wasn’t all that long, now was it? Time for me to get out of here and drink some coffee and cool off a bit. Ugh, shower time. Until the next time I appear here,

Banana peels!