VileSlay

[rant]I know they are all around. they just happen to annoy the shit out of me. here are two examples of recent stupidity, both of which coincidentally occured on the same day.

idiot #1: going to the back entrance of my job when I see a lady in an svu pull up near said entrance, which happens to be a "no standing"zone. she gets out, sets up one of those strollers that you fit a car seat in, takes car seat w/baby out of vehicle and places it in stoller. woman then wheels baby across the street to the park, leaves baby on sidewalk, gets back in car and drives to a metered parking spot that she apparently didn't notice was open. WTF? where can I nominate her for mother of the year?

idiot #2: I'm somewhat of an artist, and guys at my job know this. they like to tell me that I'm nice when in fact I'm mediocre at best. anyway, this wannabe rapper, who had previously asked me design a logo for him (which I didn't) came up to me and asked me to do an album cover for him. now get this. the album is to be caleed "dramatic progession" and he wanted somthing along the lines of the evolution of man, done with ghandi, dr. king, malcolm x, puff daddy, and them him. WTF? thats just stupid on so many levels. let me list them

• why does this wannabe belong with such great men?
  
• why does puffy, a mediocre hip hop personality who rode the coat tails of his "good friend", who can't even write his own lyrics, who can't even make up his mind on what to be called, belong in the ranks of three great men?
  
• why does wannabe have another hip hop personality thats has nothing to do with him on his album cover?
  
• why does wannbe put himself above said personality like he's better and without permission? does he want to get sued? or shot? or both?

after four years, I have ended my relationship with my fiancee. there comes a time when a man tires of bulshit, laziness, and lack of respect and that time has come.

you see patience is by far my biggest flaw, meaning I have way too fuckin much of it. some of my friends told me I should have done this a long time ago, but my belief that she would turn herself around, get a job, loose weight, be social with my family, and get her head straight outweighed the advice given. well my patience has finally reached it's limit and she is now on a greyhound going back home to virginia. it's quite liberating on one hand, but I will miss the good parts of her.

well, enough with the bullshit. it's time to for me to start living for myself for a change and really do some growing up. so here's to freedom! I raise my guinness to it and drink deeply! and to the future, may I grow and prosper free of the chains that bound me!

thanks for the space to rant.

as I type this I am staring at a striped, greyed out field with some bright neon icons on the bottom of my screen. so the tube in my monitor is goin, and at a bad time to. I'm tryin to get a new bed frame and mattress, trying to save money for a new tv (tube is also going on that one but not as bad) and to replace stuff that belongs to my ex. gotta love crappy timing.

D as in Done. tomorrow (well technically today since it's passed 3am as I type this) my ex will be coming to get the last of her stuff. it's a lot, but I have it all ready so she spends as little time here as possible. it's been almost nine months since I bounced her and I've been quite gracious in keeping her stuff here this long. my graciousness has come to an end though. I gave her an ultimatum: come and get it or I trash it.

legally I could have tossed her stuff after 30 days. she said she would sue me if I did, but my first argument would be that if she can take time off from her job, come up here to NYC from Roanoke, VA, secure lodging for duration of suit, hire a lawyer, and pay court fees then she could afford to come get her stuff.

I was inspired to post this after reading Ling's bump of the "I will answer any question you have about Doomworld" thread. so this is me borrowing Ling's time shift ability to say something to me five years ago.

Hey five years ago VileSlay. listen to me, the future VileSlay. that girl you meet next Halloween, take my advice and keep it to a one nighter and move on. don't call her. don't go see her. believe me, it will save you a lot of time, money, and bullshit and you would probably have yourself a somewhat decent life right now.

ok so does anyone else want make use of the timeshift and say something to yourself five years ago?

it's been a while since I've posted. lots of stuff goin on here, most of which suck. first, and foremost, I am in danger of losing my job. the hospital that I work for, and it's sister facilty, is teetering on the edge of bankruptcy.

for some more info read this article

what sucks even worse is it's not just me. my father also works at the hospital. he's been workin for 23 years and is 54 years old. he has a debilitating disease and it would be even more difficult for him to find a job than it would be for me.

to top it off, we just recently got our house in our name. it belonged to my grandfather, who passed away almost two years ago. he didn't leave a will, so we had to struggle to get the place that we've called home for 35 years. if both my father and I loose our jobs, there would only be one income, my brother's, in the house. if he can't keep up the mortgage payments by himself before I can find another job, we could lose the house.

as stated in a previous post entitled "Medical Suckness", I have avascular necrosis of my hips. it's gotten worse and later this week I will be consulting a surgeon to schedule surgery. I'm hoping that the surgical option can help me. it could be up to a year before I get back to work since I have to get both sides done. I can't get them done at the same time since I can't bear any weight on the affected hip for 4-6 weeks.

so that rounds up the latest bullshit in my life.

My grandfather passed away today at the age of 73. He was at church in Puerto Rico when he felt sick and went out to get some air. On his way back in he collapsed. The crazy thing is that the 3rd anniversary of my grandmothers passing is in 5 days. Also he was supposed to be coming home in a couple of weeks. My mom was starting to get everything ready for his arrival, like making a list of groceries to buy and getting his laundry done. I was hoping to work with him on my apartment. I had a bunch of ideas to to run by him and was hoping he would think they were good. I was hoping for a little bonding through home improvement.

My grandfather was a very set-in-his-ways type of guy, but he had a lot of love in his heart. He softened up a lot after my grandmother passed. He always had a sense of humor, but he really didn't show it till after that. Her death was very hard on him because she took so much care of him. He was a little lost for a while, but he seemed to be gaining a sense of normalcy back. He was strong in will and body. I guess thats what really gets me is that he was a healthy guy.

I feel that grandparents are keystones to the family, and now I have none left. At least I know that he is back with grandma, and in the presence of the God that he loved. I'm going to miss him a lot.

Rest in Peace Grandpa.

okay I know it's not even spring yet, but I'm tryin to sort outwhat I'm doin for Halloween. I've been askin friends to help me out with this, so I figured why not see what my fellow doomworlders think.

anyway, my original plans for this year was to be Jack the Ripper. my ex was going to be one of his victims, but since she's out of the picture, well I'm going solo on this, unless I find someone else willing to be the victim. the reason why we came up with the idea is because this year marks the 120th anniversary of the Whitechapel killing spree.

now the reason I'm asking for advice is I'm wondering if i should go thru with it since I'm most likely going it solo. I was going to do the modern prototypical image of the Ripper: Victorian gentleman carrying a doctors satchel, fake knives, maybe a couple of mason jars with fake organs. thing is I'm not sure if people would get who I'm supposed to be unless I have my victim. of course it may also be expensive to get all the costume pieces. it's a worthwhile investment becasue it could be used over and over and not just for a Ripper costume.

I do have other costumes I can fall back on. I always have tried and true original vampire, my dark warrior, the zombie (will be a bit hard to do myself), and Aragorn (although I still need the duster and good boots for that). I also have the sirius black out of azkaban that I did last year, but I don't think I'm gonna rock that costume again.

So should I go ahead with the Ripper idea, or go with one of my old costumes? what do you guys think?

so yeah, thursday is valentines day and it's the first time in four years that I'm single on this crap-tastic holiday. never thought much of it. take your girl out to dinner, get her something marginally nice, but expensive and then get some ass, if your lucky. another day to spend more than you need to just to display your love. it's just retarded.

anyway, my plan is going to this:

http://newyork.metromix.com/bars-and-clubs/bar_club_event/x-your-ex-west-village/301978/content

there is another event kinda like it at the new york helmlsey hotel. they got a giant shredder to destroy the memories of your ex and they got hot models there you can take pics with and send to your ex. I would go to that but it's $45 to get in.

so anybody else have anti-valentines day sentimemts to rant about?

this past saturday I participated in the fouth annual Zombiecon. it's a flash gathering of people dressing like zombies and "terrorizing" New York City. here is a photobucket slideshow of my day:

http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c292/VileSlay/zombiecon%2008/?albumview=slideshow

some notes. thats my girlfriend in the wedding dress. that was her actual wedding dress mind you. she's divorced. the wound makeup on her chest I made myself and I'm kinda proud of it. turned out pretty good. everyone had a great time at the event and there were even some kids involved. the tourists loved us. we put on good shows for them "attacking" the busses and cabs. I think we gave them a unique experience. lots of pictures were taken. I believe the main repository for zombiecon pics is on flickr. they should all be tagged zombiecon08. so check 'em out.

::edit:: sorry if you couldn't get into the slideshow. forgot it was set to private. fixed now. check out the pics.

well here are pics I took on halloween. most of them are from the NYC halloween parade in greenwich village. I'm posting the link as a photobucket slideshow. I would have had a whole hell of lot of pics of hot chicks, but I was with my girl and you know how that goes.

http://photobucket.com/albums/c292/VileSlay/halloween/?action=view&slideshow=true

well I'm turning 30 on august 30th, so to celebrate I want to have a 30 themed day. one idea I had would be to ride the cyclone 30 times. another idea was to do a pub crawl and have one drink at 30 different bars. I also though of having a b-day party where I would have 30 beers in one night, something I have suprisingly never done (for the record 15 was the most beer I recall having in one night). I have no idea what to try, so help me out by voting in the poll. voting end the 29th.

well, I had hernia repair surgery yesterday, and boy does it suck. what made it worse is that I had it at the hospital I work at, so gettin prepped and shit I had people I knew, or barely knew, coming up to me getting all in my shit about it. at least I'm not gonna be workin for three weeks (missed the big flood yesterday, LOL). My girl's, who is takin very good care of me, BTW, mom sent me a pretty sweet, and I mean that literally, care package. cakes, cookies, and brownies. yumm :)

so yeah, the pain sux. feelin helpless at times sux. and layin in bed all day kinda sux.

well, I've been experiencing pain in my hips lately, sometimes so severe I have to walk with a cane. I had thought, and got one medical opinion that it may be bursitis. an MRI revealed that is is in fact avascular necrosis. what that means is the femoral head isn't getting enough blood so it is starting to break down. the only thing that could have led to this is that I drink alcohol daily. I used to drink heavily but I don't anymore. now I have to stop drinking completely.

the most conservative treatment is taking NSAIDs, like like ibuprofen, and physical therapy. the next option is a surgical procedure called core decompression, in which they drill a hole in the femoral head to relieve pressure and hope to increase blood flow to the bone. if the degeneration continues, the next step is total hip replacement.

so to sum up, this sucks.

Well, it's been a week since I went in and had my right hip replaced. I'm home and dealing with the pain nicely with my oxycodone prescription. the sutures itch like crazy and my leg muscles are always stiff.

for the surgery they put me to sleep and gave me an epidural. there were a couple of times during the procedure that I regained enough conciousness to hear them working on me. quite fun. the first nite after the surgery I was "kept comfortable" with morphine. fun in a different way.

so now I'm home, walking on crutches. can't really bend over yet. for the first six weeks you can't bend over 90 degrees, so I have to use special tools to put on sock and shoes and pants. can't wait till all the precautions are over.

well, remember when I posted a poll asking what I should do for my 30th b-day? well that went out the window. the night before (that would be monday) some friends from my job took me out and I got wasted. whiskey and guinness were flowing, bad games of pool were played, and a generous smattering of birthday kisses from strange women landed upon my cheeks and lips. we hit three different bars that night, one actually kicking us out.

well the general concensus from everyone I asked was that I should try to ride the cyclone 30 times, as part of my ill-conceived "turning 30 on the 30th" theme day. there was no chance of that happening. I hadn't been as hungover as I was tuesday morning since that night/day in isla vista, ca. (long story, not getting in to it) so many years ago. so I spent the day recovering and got a kick ass homemade steak dinner my girl whipped up.

well, the next day I took my father, who was celebrating his birthday (weird, I was like an day early b-day gift for my father 30 years ago), to the mets vs phillies game. we had great field level seats and with pedro on the mound we figured that we would get a good game, but that was not to be. pedro lost the game himself, and with rain and lack of foul balls coming our way it was pretty dissapointing.

afterwards I went out once again with some friends. we went to the city to coyote ugly (looks nothing like the movie if ya wanted to know, but yes they do dance and the girls are hot) and witnessed a bodyshot contest between french and japanese guys. the way that goes the bar tender kneels on the bar with a lime wedge in her mouth and has you give her belly a good licking, and you better be good at it, cuz she'll let you have it. she pours salt on the spot you licked and makes you lick it again, then she pours some tequila down her belly and you have to catch it all. she then gives you the lime wedge with a kiss. all that for $20us! the french were doin it better until a fellow met fan came in the bar and got a body shot. the bartender annouced that america won the bodyshot contest to resounding U.S.A.! chants.

after congratulating the winner, we went and saw what could could have been the last show at CBGB's. it was a weird vibe, and the last act was some skinny kid on a guitar who worked there for five years and a drummer doing some improve punk stuff. after that I went home and crashed.

now comes thursday, the last day of my vacation. my girl and I were going to see shakespeare in central park. the tickets are free, but you have to the public theater early in the morn to get tickets. well, apparently the power company, responding to another customers power failure, accidently cut our power as well. our alarm never rang and we never got tickets, that added to other drama (not going in to it) meant another night at home.

well if you made it this far, congrats for having the will or curiousity to take in my rant. hope that didn't take up too much of your life.

yep, I hit my 33rd year on this miserable mudball today. spent most of the day at the bronx zoo and went to coney island yesterday. my girl got me a nice ring with runes that translate to "gift of luck" and a viking scamseax.