Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here

Welcome to the world of the mentally deranged.

Whilst you fritter away your hours searching for ways to make your improve your life and the life of those around you, there are others who seek to undermine all your create.

People who create clothing for animals.

There is no escape from this place

We are, all of us, the damned.

Tag ur it lulz

I do love me some internet memes.

I have been tagged by RememberTheMidwest.  The rules of the tag are as follows:

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.

And so in the immortal words of Waldo: “Here I am.”

The book I am currently reading is The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss.  It is the chosen book for the fifth iteration for the perhaps poorly conceived “Fantasy/Sci-Fi Bookclub” I started with some hometown friends.  It is the first book in the history of the club which I enjoyed thoroughly.

Eventually, I told my mother exactly that.  “Who cares if a Modegan viscount outranks a Vintish spara-thain?” I protested.

Hmm.  Perhaps not the best sentence to accompany a thumbs-up review.

Here are five blogs I read.  Tag, you’re it.

T. Ruth
Potentate
DI$CO
WHB n’ Friends (ie. Kool & the Gang)
C. “What does the Z stand for” F.

Twittering with my Tweeple

I’m on Twitter now.

Must… expand… network…

@jakespice

Silicon Valley Fight Club

“I want you to click me as hard as you can.”

Came across this video yesterday about a “real fight club” organized between blue-collar workers in Silicon Valley.Link to ESPN video

Couple things I’d like to say, in list form:

• Fight Club was published as a book before it was a movie, so the claim that this was an original idea may be spurious.
• The pre-footage of the board room reeked of play-acted outrage.
• It looks more real than the footage in Fight Club in the way that these work-a-day douches are obviously untrained in any sort of martial arts, boxing, etc. To quote Turkish from Snatch: “What the f*ck are you doing, Mickey? You’re dancing like a fairy. [...] Get out there and hurt him!”
• Two fat men smashing dustbusters and cookie sheets over each other was comical in a sad way. But two fat men jabbing each other with blunt knives was just disturbing.
• The dude wearing the head-to-toe flame outfit looks like he’s going to compete at a DDR tournament at the mall. If you’re going to brawl with someone take off the flowing shirt and wrap it around your damn knuckles.
• I have equal parts respect and disrespect for this. If you want to beat on each other with magazines in a garage that looks like it once housed the single sad performance of an 80s-themed neon version of West Side Story, more power to you. My ex-wife and I did the same thing regularly in the bedroom. OR, or… now hear me out… you could join a boxing gym and learn how to box. Or you could learn judo. Or kendo. Or thai boxing if you really want to be a badass. This is just sad.
• Obligatory Fight Club quote: And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you’ve known for years. Someone very, very close to you.