I am beyond annoyed at road construction here in Hawai’i. Let me rephrase that, I’ve BEEN beyond annoyed at the construction. For the past year I have driven by such a gross mismanagement and waste of taxpayer funds that I must now rant. I cannot hold myself back any longer. I am Jack’s pent up all consuming road rage.
Hawai’i, the paradise that it is, is filled with its fair share of real world problems. It is my belief that the Hawaiian Department of Transportation’s brilliant planning takes the cake. They are notorious for their blunders on the intricacies of travel. They are public enemy numero uno.
Why, oh why, do the major media outlets make me feel so angry? I seriously become ill while watching the news. Please tell me what is causing this ailment. Is it because no one is really honest? Maybe. Perhaps it is the complete and total lack of understanding about identifying root causes? Possible. How about the sensationalizing of the frivolous to keep the general public in the dark? Most likely. Or maybe I’ve just completely lost touch with the rest of humanity who “gets it” and I don’t? I’m actually inclined to think the latter has a high probability of being true at this point.
OMG!!!! Dwight is gone! FINALLY! THAT’S IT?! WORST.DEAL.EVAR!
If one of these is your status update today, then perhaps you should keep reading. If one of these status updates appears on your news feed today please point them here. Let me take a moment to calm your fears and stress the transcendent words of the Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy, “DON’T PANIC”. I am a huge Orlando Magic fan and I’m here to tell you that it’s not the end of the world.
If you were to ask the general public what criteria defines a great rock show, you would probably get a multitude of answers. I can safely say that no matter what your answer might be I’m pretty sure I got it on Monday night.
Bloc Party came to the islands and opened Oahu’s newest concert venue, The Republik, in a fitting way. The unfinished nature of the building, the lack of a box office, the proximity to the speakers, and the spilling of a poor girls beverage(which I’ll discuss later) while immersed in sound. These all contributed to one of those nights where you noticed the faults, but didn’t care. It had that underground(second floor building) “just between us” kinda vibe to it all.
And now, the conclusion we all were dreading. This paranoia wasn’t one of disappointment, but one of inevitability. Dreading in the sense that, at some point, this Batman saga had to end and we would be left with no more Caped Crusader.
There will be spoilers and as such this will be your only warning.
TRAVESTY – 1. a farcical or grotesque imitation; mockery; parody
This week I was witness to two travesties, the first being the illusion of a boxing fight and the second being a personal one. The second one I can’t elaborate on, but needless to say it was just as big of a travesty in my mind as the first. Unfortunately I had control over neither. Since I can’t talk about the personal issue, I’m going to try to express the utter disbelief and shock of the Pacquiao vs. Bradley fight from Saturday night. This is my outlet. Join me on this journey of anger and bitter contempt for the “sport” of boxing.
I experienced a moment while playing Diablo 3 recently that made me very reflective on the state of video gaming. This moment was not really special in any particular way, it was just, wrong. It felt wrong for me I suppose. As someone who started playing as a “hardcore” gamer around the time of Ultima Online it was difficult for me to realize I had just become a casual player. A “carebear” for those of you who understand the gaming community.