Here are the rants, opinions, musings and myriad insane ramblings of one slightly crazed SubGenius preacher man. Light up a bowl of Frop and stay awhile.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
The NFL and Criminal Behavior
The NFL has proven on multiple recent occasions that it doesn't give a rat's ass about child abuse, spousal abuse or any other crimes committed by its players. All it cares about is money. Money, money, money, money. Fuck everyone and everything else. It's time for the higher ups at the NFL to stop huffing their own fermented shit and clean up the league. As long as it coddles the criminals in its ranks, those players will consider themselves above the law and learn nothing. They must suffer the consequences for their actions.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Heading for Surgery
On Sept. 25th, I'm going to have laparoscopic colorectal surgery to remove the cancerous polyp from my cecum. Despite the fact that the polyp is only approximately 1cm, about one third of my large intestine will be removed. I believe this is being done in order to prevent the cancer from spreading to my lymph nodes. There's some lab and prep work that needs to be done prior to the surgery. I also have to get in touch with Human Resources at work to secure the time off. I'm going to be in the hospital for about one week and off from work for about a month. I also need to call AIL and see if they need to get involved.
Monday, September 8, 2014
Science may have identified Jack the Ripper
The Daily Kos has reported that Jack the Ripper's identity may now be known. Genetic material obtained from a shawl found by Catherine Eddowes' body had DNA evidence from both Eddowes and one other person. Rather than restate things, I'll post links to both articles. The articles are from The Daily Kos and The Daily Mail. If this proves to be legitimate, we'll finally have the answer to one of the greatest unsolved crimes of all time.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
My Last Rant on this Subject
My sex life is nonexistent. It is always going to be nonexistent. With that in mind, I've decided to make this my last rant on this topic. After this, I won't write about it anymore. As any regular reader here knows, women are utterly and completely disinterested in me. I am the ultimate omega male. There many reasons for this.
1. I'm not particularly handsome. Let's face facts, I'm a dumpy, possibly balding fuck. My looks pretty much scream genetic defective.
2. Despite a college degree, I work as a wage slave in a grocery store doing a job a retarded monkey could probably pull off. Whatever potential I had was wasted due to laziness and stupidity on my part. A B.S. in chemistry and nothing to show for it.
3. I never left home. That's right, dear insouciant reader, yours truly still lives with his parents. If there's anything guaranteed to both turn women away and keep them away, it's this.
4. No woman wants to deal with someone as sexually inexperienced as I am. Being a virgin at my age is proof positive of how undesirable I am to the opposite sex. Hell, I couldn't get laid at a heterosexual nymphomaniacs convention.
5. While it might appear at times that I seem to be a happy person, deep down I'm a bitter, cynical individual that tends to regard humanity as little more than a large group of vicious animals. There are times when I sincerely believe that the only reason other people exist is so they can metaphorically shit all over me.
6. I'm a nothing and a nobody. I'm so far beneath contempt it's a wonder the rest of humanity even bothers to acknowledge my existence.
7. Too much fantasizing has severely skewed what I want in a potential mate. I cling to an image of a desirable woman that is unachieveable. Expecting any woman to become my perfect mate, especially given how woefully inadequate I am is the height of arrogance. I have no right to hold anyone to standards I have so miserably failed to achieve.
Taken singly, none of these physical and character flaws would necessarily prevent me from finding that special someone. However, the whole is far, far greater than the sum of its parts. Each defect augments and magnifies the others rendering said whole wholly, completely and utterly unpalatable to the fairer sex. I'm surprised they don't become physically ill whenever I'm around.
So ends my final rant on this matter.
1. I'm not particularly handsome. Let's face facts, I'm a dumpy, possibly balding fuck. My looks pretty much scream genetic defective.
2. Despite a college degree, I work as a wage slave in a grocery store doing a job a retarded monkey could probably pull off. Whatever potential I had was wasted due to laziness and stupidity on my part. A B.S. in chemistry and nothing to show for it.
3. I never left home. That's right, dear insouciant reader, yours truly still lives with his parents. If there's anything guaranteed to both turn women away and keep them away, it's this.
4. No woman wants to deal with someone as sexually inexperienced as I am. Being a virgin at my age is proof positive of how undesirable I am to the opposite sex. Hell, I couldn't get laid at a heterosexual nymphomaniacs convention.
5. While it might appear at times that I seem to be a happy person, deep down I'm a bitter, cynical individual that tends to regard humanity as little more than a large group of vicious animals. There are times when I sincerely believe that the only reason other people exist is so they can metaphorically shit all over me.
6. I'm a nothing and a nobody. I'm so far beneath contempt it's a wonder the rest of humanity even bothers to acknowledge my existence.
7. Too much fantasizing has severely skewed what I want in a potential mate. I cling to an image of a desirable woman that is unachieveable. Expecting any woman to become my perfect mate, especially given how woefully inadequate I am is the height of arrogance. I have no right to hold anyone to standards I have so miserably failed to achieve.
Taken singly, none of these physical and character flaws would necessarily prevent me from finding that special someone. However, the whole is far, far greater than the sum of its parts. Each defect augments and magnifies the others rendering said whole wholly, completely and utterly unpalatable to the fairer sex. I'm surprised they don't become physically ill whenever I'm around.
So ends my final rant on this matter.
Labels:
asocial,
dating,
mediocrity,
omega males,
rant,
self hate,
stupidity,
unperson
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Colonoscopy Update
In my last colonoscopy post, I mistakenly stated that one of the polyps was in a precancerous state. That statement is wrong. The polyp found in my cecum is cancerous specifically an invasive moderately differentiated adenocarcinoma. As far as I know, the cancer is limited to the polyp itself. I had a CT scan this past Friday that will provide more information about the extent of the cancer. Needless to say, I'll be getting surgery to remove it some time in the future. Updates will be posted on this blog as more information comes in.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Colonoscopy: The Results Show
Dr. Hernandez called me at work with the results of my colonoscopy. It seems that the polyp that was partially removed was in a precancerous state. Fortunately, it was discovered before it became a major issue. He recommends that I get a CAT scan and then some surgery to remove what's left of it. He'll most likely called sometime in the near future to make the appointment.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Colonoscopy
This past Monday I had my first colonoscopy. Yup, I had a camera up my ass. Overall, the process wasn't that bad. Whatever sedative they gave me zonked me out to the point where I have no memory at all of the procedure. I remember being wheeled into the room where it was going to take place. Then they attached various monitoring devices and administered the sedative. After that, nothing until I was in the recovery room. Two polyps were found. One was completely removed. The other was partially removed. The results are expected to come in the mail in about 10 days. The least pleasant part of the whole thing was drinking the MoviPrep. Despite smelling somewhat like citrus, its taste left much to be desired. I had to drink two batches of this stuff at 3:00 and 7:00pm this past Sunday. Each batch was drunk in four stages over the hour in question. Then I spent all kinds of time running to the bathroom in order to clear out my bowels. In all likelihood, I'll have to repeat this process in about 3 months in order to deal with what remains of the one polyp.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)