My Addiction
Yes, I have one. It's an addiction that some might agree with, but others enjoy themselves. It's an addiction that drove me out to the quickie-mart (Fasttrack) at 3am last night.
My friends, my addiction is Snapple Peach Iced-Tea.
I've decided that I'm addicted to it because there's some sort of drug they put in it. I wouldn't be suprised if it was cocain, or mari-ju-wana. Hmm...Then again, if they spiked it with mary-jew-wana, you'd have to smoke the tea to feel any effects...
In any case, there is no reason why that stuff is that addicting. I mean, come on? 3am, forced to go get it? Sounds like a drug to me.
Even now, the second bottle that I purchased is calling my name from the refridgerator. I can...hear the peachiness sloshing around in the container.
But I can fight it. My addiction cannot control me. Ha! That's right. And I know what you're thinking - NO. It
DOES have to be Snapple. That Arizona crap tastes like...cheap iced tea.
No - Snapple Peach Iced-Tea has to be it.
Oh...the peachyness...the cold ice tea greatness...the thirst quenching qualities...
That's it. I have to go.
Me and my Snapple Iced Tea need to be alone.
The Sunroof
Ah...my apartment. Reletivly small rooms. The fishtank purring in the corner. My computer flickering on and off with new email. The sound of my fan circulating the air.
The water, falling from the ceiling in the kitchen.
It's great. I now have a fountain in my kitchen, which, let me tell you, is fantastic. I've always wanted to have inordinate amounts of water falling out of the ceiling.
Every day more of the ceiling is on the floor. Actually, the landlord is up there right now. I can hear him trudging around on the roof. I have no idea what he's doing, and I really don't think he does either. After all, my landlord's philosophy is to just add another blue tarp to the roof.
I'll tell you, that fills me with confidence.
In any case, he says he's going to fix it. I told him he might want to consider stepping on it. But, then again, if the ceiling does cave in, he can always charge extra rent to the next tenent for there being a built in sunroof.
What The?!?
So there I was, working on a project for a client, when a tv commercial came on for a local law firm.
You have to understand, I've worked in the video production field here locally, and usually, outside of a few companies, the general video production level is so low that it looks like a few narcoleptic kindegartners put it together.
So, anyway, this commercial comes on for this local law firm who's commercials before were absolutely
terrible.
Guess who's hawking their law services now?
Captain Kirk.
That's right, William Shatner is selling this local law company.
I'm just dumbfounded.
I'm so shocked, I can't even think of something creativly witty to say.
Myspace - The Plague
In my clan I have several clan members that have these things called "myspaces". They've asked me for awhile to check them out, and up until now I was able to sidestep the issue.
Well, I went there.
Oh. My. Dear. Sweet. Bippy.
I went. I saw. I got a migrane.
Whoever invented those things deserves to be locked in a small room with a few rabbid woodchucks.
They're ugly. They're formatted
terribly. They look like a sasquatch threw up on the page. I mean - look, I realize that it's free and all, but
come on! You can't tell me that my ENTIRE GENERATION has absolutely no knowledge of asthetic values! Their sites look terrible!
And that's not even the pinnacle of the problem! Some of them have
music in the background. I'm not talking about cheesy midi music - nope. I'm talking about BLARING tunes - most of which have lyrics that would make Keith Richards blush.
It just goes to prove that my generation will settle for anything.
Go figure.
Blog 2.0
Ha! Take that, Blogger tempate! Four hours and seven Photoshop documents later, Jeremiah has build his own template. Woo-hoo! Plus, I even managed to figure out how to hide that really ugly bar that was on the top - that nav bar thing.
Mmmm...can you smell that?
That, my friends, is the smell of individuality...
Double Post!
So, there I was. Getting ready for bed after posting. Then, this nagging thought bounded around in my head. I'm using a Blogger template for my blog. Me. A full time web developer, using a template.
That irritates me.
Tomorrow, Jeremiah builds himself a custom template.
Right Polly?
"Bu-CAW!"
Exactly.
(For those of you who don't know who Polly is, she is my alter ego's parrot. It's a 15 minute video - watch it
Here.)
Thinking.
It's been a long time since I've posted on here. It's funny - you always plan on doing something, but never get around to it without the proper motivation.
Maybe it has something to do with people thinking that they've got better things to do.
Personally, I'm torn. Odds are the people that stop by don't know me, and don't know anything about me. Then again, maybe you do.
I know my sister visits once in awhile - heh. If you're reading this, Hi Sissy!.
So where has Jeremiah been for the last 90 days exactly?
I got a new job, then I was fired. For - of all things, the most lame of excuses the guy that ran the place could think of. Needless to say, I found out that he went and hired the guy that had been in there before me. He wanted him back all along...
So, after my brief 1 month stint working at this...shall we say...less than great place, I started my own company. RenovatioStudios.
People think it's a weird name. It is. Renovatio is the latin term for "Rebirth". I figure that I've been through more crap than anyone else I've ever met. In the process I've managed to lose all my local friends, and isolate myself in almost complete solitude. I figure that hey - I keep getting up - somehow - and so hey, why not name it something hopeful?
Buisness - well - it could be doing better, but it's new. My client base of a whopping five people would take a bullet for me - they're very loyal to me.
I also think about where I am. From Sunday night to Sunday morning, I am here. Rarely do I leave. Same routine every day. Get up, work out, get some praying done, sit at the computer either doing work, or looking for work, watch tv, play a video game, go to bed.
At this rate I'll be married when I'm dead.
How does one improve himself when there is no longer any measuring stick to go by? No competition? No challenge? I don't want to be in this crappy apartment for the rest of my life - I'll tell you that. But without some sort of change, how do I grow?
It's times like these, I wish my old friend "Chewie" was still friends with me. He'd have something biblical to tell me. I know he would. He'd tell me some way that I could make myself better - something I didn't think of.
But, hey. Life moves on. People grow apart. Sometimes at gunpoint.
I raise my Pepsi to you, Mr. Chewie. I miss 'ya.
