Don’t Tag too Hard, I’m Fragile.

03.31.2006

The first player of this game starts with the “6 weird things/habits about yourself”.  (Lindsay got me.)

People who get tagged need to write a blog entry of their 6 weird habits/things, as well as state the rules clearly.

At the end, choose the 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

Don’t forget to leave a comment that tells them they’ve been tagged in their comments section and remind them to read your blog entry so they can continue the game.

Also, you cannot tag the person who tagged you!

Stuff about me:
1. Some problem with my brain causes me to have trouble with left and right. I don’t know if it has to do with being born left handed and forced right by my family (I can’t prove that, but there’s some evidence) or if it’s a learning disablility or if I’m just kind of dumb. It’s frustrating to me, but I’m sure it’s way more frustrating to the people who need to know whether they’re going left or right in a split-second decision and miss the turn while I think about it. When driving, or sometimes even doing other things, I have solved this issue with people who know my by coming up with a system labeling left as the name of the person in the driver seat and right as the passenger. “Turn Cory at this next light.” “Keep to the Alia at the fork up there.”

2. What was that? Huh? Uh… could you repeat that? If you hang out with me on a regular basis, you’ve heard me use many similar phrases. I can’t hear worth a damn because I have terrible tinnitus, or ringing in the ears. I’ve had it since as long as I can remember, litterally. One of my earliest memories is sitting on a bed in my room in San Jose listening to the noise the silence makes. I’m pretty sure there’s no cure and I need radio or a fan or a TV on at night because sometimes it becomes so distracting when I’m trying to sleep that it might as well be traffic or a party (which incidently, has been drown out by my tinnitus on more than one occasion so I could sleep with commotion right outside.) Lately I’ve found that a sound known as “pink noise” will drown it out perfectly, and as a bonus I can do my homework listening to pink noise no matter who is watching what stupid show or having whatever stupid conversation.

3. The high pitched squeal of CRT televisions pisses me off. No one knows what I’m talking about unless they can hear it themselves, but it’s like nails on the chalkboard, I can hear it from across the house even when the input is paused and silent and it used to piss the kids off at my old job that I knew they were turning on the TV in the morning even though their look-out verified I was on the other side of the house.

4. I’m convinced that if I could get a fake ID and go to high school again, it would solve my academic problems. I would get scholarships and acceptance to great schools and everything would be paid for, and I wouldn’t have to limp through community college trying to make the rent every month. All my friends in the AP classes would have me help them with papers and study, even though I was in the dumb, non-college prep classes. I took Algebra 3 times (once in Jr. high, because I had gone to algebra a year early) and geometry twice. I was not dumb. I was unmotived. Now I’m motivated. I just can’t imagine the administration not asking questions about school history, parents or walking into the office saying “sign me up.”

5. I have a thing for small boobs. They’re just nice. (I am really running out of things to say.)

6. On that colorblindness test where you look at the dots, I can see some of the numbers you’re supposed to see if you’re color-sighted, but I can also see the number in the picture where it’s designed for colorblind people to see, but not colorsighted people. People are always telling me I’m wrong about the colors I see but, I’m pretty sure people don’t see colors the way I do because they are unobservant and conditioned to see what they see. For instance, if I asked you right now what color tail lights and traffic lights are (for stopping) you would say red. “Red light”, duh, of course. But if you looked carefully, most tail lights and stop lights are not red. They are orange (at least the way I see it.) Even if you were looking right at one, I’m still sure you’d probably say they are red, and I will never know if people say that because it’s what they know or because they see the color different than me, but I have gotten a few people to admit “yeah, they do look orange.”

NOW FOR THE FUN PART!!!
Alia, Anne, Gladys, Johanna, Kat and Will are all “it” next.

I’ve Got Moxie

03.31.2006

Martina asked me to design a logo for her store and if she liked my work, she would have me do her website and ecommerce for her store. Yesterday after 6 hours of adjusting nodes and tweaking contours I showed her a final proof and she loves it. She’s using it for her windows, store tags, business cards and maybe even ads. Though, I think she should still keep using live models on her ads.

This graphic will be cut in vinyl and stuck to her store window.

It’s nice to wake up in the morning and have stuff to do.

Kosher Coke

03.27.2006

Long story short:

It’s passover time, so many supermarkets are selling Kosher for Passover coke. What’s special about this? It’s made with cane juice and not high fructose corn syrup, so it tastes better. It generally only comes in 2 liter bottles, and it will have a yellow lid with a circled U and a little p next to that. (Not to be confused with promotional bottles which also have yellow lids sometimes.)

The long story:

On passover, observant Jews are not to eat leavened bread which is to say, their bread cannot have risen. At some point it was decided that grain soaked in or mixed with water for longer than half an hour without being baked counts as “letting it leaven” so it’s not Kosher for Passover. Now, technically corn is not a grain so things with high fructose corn syrup are totally within the rules. However, some european Rabbis decided that corn (which was only brought to europe and the middle east relatively recently, less than 500 years ago) was a grain, because it was treated like a grain and made into the same things as grains, so it would be classified as a grain. Well, under those rules, high fructose corn syrup is unkosher as it’s a corn derivitive mixed with water and definately isn’t baked after 30 minutes.

 

So… because of superstition and some one abitrarily deciding corn was a grain, once a year we get to drink Cocacola that tastes extra delicious and doesn’t contain the cheap, disgusting poison, high fructose corn syrup.

 

If you find some in Sonoma County, tell me where.

On Photographs and Theoretical Quantum Mechanics

03.20.2006

Have you ever had two glossy photos get a little moist and stick face to face? You’d be hard-pressed to find a stronger bond. You’ll never get those photos apart without destroying both of them.

My theory is that this bond is caused by the extreme gravity of a worm hole.

When the photos meet, their moistened chemicals mix and a worm hole forms, causing a rip in spacetime, thus creating a new quantum reality where Sleeping Beauty Castle is next to the Golden Gate Bridge and two identical Corys (wearing different shirts) are waving at each other.

You Won’t Notice a Difference.

03.18.2006

…because if you’re like most people, you haven’t been reading this.

 I’d love it if you caught up on the archive from the old blog.

 I changed hosts for Itscory.com and Greencircuits.com and they gave me this blogging software to play with. How AWESOME of them. (I couldn’t figure out how to make my Blogger.com blog work on this host, so I’m switching over to this one.)

 

Also…

Take a look at Cutetology.com, the newest member of the Itscory.com Family of sites.

The Blogger.com Archive

03.18.2006

Here’s the link to my old blog. I hope nobody reads all the bad stuff I said about them. http://itscory.com/oldblog/

Unproductive Streak

03.18.2006

Well, not totally.

I wasted the entire day, but at least I wasted it doing things I wanted to do.

I picked up some spray-on vinyl to refinish my fake leather jacket whose finish was lost in the wash. I also spend a few hours working on an art piece involving a laptop monitor and some keys. (I’m calling it “Password Protected”)

I suppose I have to make up for my laziness with some laundry.

Two by Two

03.09.2006

Questions found on Stefi’s MySpace

Two Names You Go By
1. Cory
2. Sparky

Two Parts of Your Heritage
1. Scottish
2. Irish

Two things that scare you
1. Failure
2. Falling

Two of Your Everyday Essentials
1. Coffee to wake up
2. Alcohol/benedryl to unwake up

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now
1. White boxers
2. black socks

Two of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists
1. Tom Waits
2. Bob Dylan

Two of Your Favorite Hobbies
1. Getting bored of new hobbies
2. Learning new software

Two Things You Really Want
1. Green Circuits must succeed
2. An affordable house

Two Places You Want to go on Vacation
1. Space
2. A warm ocean

Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die
1. Interface my brain with a computer
2. Cure whatever it is I die of

Two Things You Are Thinking About Now
1. This stupid blog entry
2. Green Circuits must succeed

Two Stores You Shop At
1. G&G Supermarket
2. Costco

Two people you haven’t talked to in a while
1. My sister Traci
2. All of my cousins

Two favorite web sites
1. Tivocommunity.com
2. Ebay

Two Favorite Sports (to watch and/or play)
1. Hockey
2. Running

Two People who will fill this out
1. Lindsay
2. Someone who is bored

Two things you did last night
1. Made coupons at kinko’s
2. Fantasized

Two shows you like to watch
1. Mythbusters
2. Daily Show

Two Favorite Subjects In School:
1. Math
2. Art

Two Favorite Places to eat:
1. U&I Sushi
2. Rubio’s

Two things you ate today:
1. Oreos (free for giving blood)
2. Turkey meat patty.

Two people you last talked to:
1. Sara (SallyPnut from TC)
2. Alia

Two Things You’re doing tomorrow:
1. Getting a phone interview with EDD
2. Doing my taxes

The Things I’ll Do for a Buck

03.07.2006

I was browsing Ebay for a good deal on a new TI-89 graphing calculator. I was hoping to get it for something like $70 and then I came upon an auction, about an hour from closing.

The auction was for 10 TI-89 Titanium Calculators with all their parts, cables, CDs etc. 10 complete calculators with their accessories in one auction.

The starting price was $799.99 with a buy it now of $899.99. BiN would be foolish, but if I was the crafty sole bidder… hmmmmm.

I did some quick research. These things sell for between $75 and $110 used on Ebay with a mean of $90. If I sell 10 at that price would be $900.

A quick $100 profit for 30 minutes of work and an $800 investment. NOT BAD! Not bad, but that’s not my kind of thing… not right now. I’m just a poor college student trying to start a computer salvage operation.

Then I realized that selling 9 of them will bring in more than $800 and a free calculator.

Now, that… that, I couldn’t pass up.

Henry David Thoreau

03.03.2006

What a long-winded, whiney know-it-all.

If this guy was alive today, he’d be a depressed Emo kid with a weblog.

“You’re all just a bunch of conformists. You should stop being the way people tell you to be and be the way I tell you to be. Nobody understands me. I want to go live in a hut.”

He bitches and bitches about how people go faster and faster just to get nowhere, and yet he talks and talks, and says nothing.

The Ookie Cookie of Life

03.01.2006

I was in Martina’s store today. I looked around at all the pretty dresses, the colorful paint job, the busy employees scurrying around getting ready the Moxie’s grand re-opening at it’s new location.

I was overcome with a feeling.

It’s not jealousy, exactly. Jelously is an emotion with tones of anger or spite. It’s a red emotion.

My emotion was blue. Martina’s success was vaguely depressing to me.

I’m getting old.

I’m getting old and have nothing to show for it and whenever I see someone my age who is successful, it only makes me feel like more of a big, stagnant failure.

A girl who I had a crush on in high school is married and owns my old favorite music store. Alia’s sister makes twice as much per hour now than I did at the rehab. Another friend makes $50 an hour removing spyware off of idiots computers and he only ends up having to working like 18 hours a week.

All my friends I used to help in their AP english, math and chemistry (while I was in “regular” non-college prep classes) went on to get their associate’s degrees before I got my associate’s degree.

Then they got their bachelor’s degrees before I got my associate’s degree.

Many of them now have their masters degrees… before I got my associate’s degree.

Now they have their own classrooms, offices, desks, doors, stores, titles, promotions, houses, cars, kids… success.

One of Alia’s friends (after taking a year off) was accepted to a med school in Vermont. At my current rate, she will be Dr. Balderama before I’m very deep into grad school, if I even have a bachelor’s degree by then.

I can’t fail anymore.

I’m done putting off school making lame-ass excuses about needing to eat and pay rent.

Fuck rent and fuck food. Fuck bills. Fuck obligations. Fuck anything below “self actualization” on Mazlow’s Hierarchy of Needs.

Just fuck.

I’ll live in my car and eat fast food. I’ll shower in the locker room and sleep behind the wheel.

Not having a job doesn’t scare me, and I’m done letting that be my worthless lie that I told myself so I’d feel better about putting off school.

I’ve lost my last goddamn fucking job. Never again.

I will make this mother fucking company fly if I have to loose every possession, dollar and friend I have. If college is not my ticket out of this life, Green Circuits will be.

People my age will look at me and that vague sense of depression will roll over them.

To put it in the most crass terms possible:
Life is a big circle jerk, and I’ll be damned if I’m the last to get my rocks off.

…we all know what the loser has to do.