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Commitment

Szivák Sándor — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 03:23:47 +0000

The magnitude of this task I’ve just committed myself to is beginning to sink in: I am going to be spending every waking minute of November writing. Sami and I have signed up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) with Nikki, during which time we shall strive to write no less then 50,000 words (about a 175 page novel). This is quite a task, especially as I find myself having difficulty completing a sandwich, much less a story. Historically, I have enjoyed writing, but I lack the drive to stick to a story for any length of time. Hopefully that’ll change, especially since I have no chance for success with this project if I do not. A few factors ended up pushing me to this decision: first, I’ve been enjoying writing our recaps for our weekly game, and I feel I’ve been needing a creative outlet for some time now. As it stands, I have a few days to decide on a premise… we’ll see how it goes.

Quote of the Day (12-1-10)

Szivák Sándor — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 17:21:53 +0000

“None of us is as dumb as all of us.”

- Chris Bullington

Quote of the Day (11-26-10)

Szivák Sándor — Fri, 26 Nov 2010 02:09:30 +0000

“If you’re gonna get that tv I would go to super Walmart in Mount Pleasant: rich people don’t care about Black Friday.”

- Ashley Volpe

Public Service Announcement

Szivák Sándor — Sun, 24 Oct 2010 05:06:24 +0000

Dear motorcycle riders,
I feel it is important that I clarify what appears to be a common misconception: just pointing at a spot on the road does not make it your spot. Our highways and roads are not the wild west frontiers, they are not vast expanses of native American lands that you can lay claim to. You must actually be able to safely transition into the spot, and cannot expect all other drivers to bend to your whim, simply because “your finger points.” When you ride like an ass, you cannot go crying to everyone about how motorcyclists are dropping like flies, because YOU’RE RIDING LIKE AN ASS!

Thanks for your consideration,
the operator of a LARGER VEHICLE

The Weekend Concludes

Szivák Sándor — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 02:21:15 +0000

I’ll never forgive myself for missing the small social gathering where someone threw up right in the middle of my living room; this event carries with it the added bonus of finding a new use for the remainder my tonic. but I feel I’m probably over-reacting, because no one else thinks this is a big deal.

with each passing day, I am becoming more and more certain that I will never see my security deposit again. I’m so glad that I’m able to provide people with the means and venue with which they may express themselves and display their gastrointestinal pyrotechnics.

Quote of the Day

Szivák Sándor — Tue, 13 Jul 2010 15:29:30 +0000

“Remember: you’re better than a lot of people now.”

In the immortal words of Moby: Sunday was a bright day

Szivák Sándor — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 18:43:55 +0000

In our culture of multitasking and attention deficit, most people are unable to stay on one task, unable to focus. With the information overload that is so prominent nowadays, this ability to multitask is desirable and sometimes even essential to success. I fear I might fall on the unhealthy end of this spectrum. I get quickly and incredibly bored when trying to perform a single action: I have to have several things going on at once. Music, Facebook, Google reader, all these things have to be on my desktop while I work and, believe it or not, when all these distractions are readily available at my fingertips, I find myself to be significantly more productive. But of all my distractions, my beloved TV never gets old. Of my rather expansive movie collection, I have several titles that I find myself turning to on a regular basis, as distractions, background noise or whatever you want to call it. I’ll spend a few minutes considering my options and, almost as a rule, I’ll grab something like Waiting…, Just Friends, Idiocracy or some other B.S. disposable movie that I know inside and out to keep me company while I make lunch or do laundry.

But of all these B.S. disposable movies, The Core is my best friend. The Core holds a warm place in my heart unlike any of the other end-of-the-world flicks, and I’m unsure why: It is, for all intents and purposes, a horrible movie that makes no sense at all on so many levels (I won’t get into the plot holes or questionable physics of this glorified B movie at this point, since that would really frak up the flow that I’ve got going). I do not get the impression that it set out to be a campy B-movie but that might be the best way to describe it. My fascination with this film is further confounded because other movies that take themselves too seriously end up only enhancing their own cheesieness (while here it seems to add to its appeal). I’m not defending the movie, contesting the fact that (as far as cinematic adventures are concerned) this particular one kind of blows, or even saying I like it, I am simply stating that I am inexplicably drawn to in on some mysterious level by some trickster of a movie deity.

On this particular viewing (as of this writing, it is currently paused at 48 minutes, about the time when Rome blows up) I noticed that it has something that is very out of place with the rest of the film: it has character. Each of the protagonists are fun, and they develop throughout the movie, and as a result of the events in the movie. I feel confident in saying that these are well written, well rounded, individuals, but the setting they were dropped into was not.

That having been said, I’m going to work on WordPress themes while I watch the world get saved again, since these two activities are not mutually exclusive. And then its off to work in Summerville. Ciao.

Musical accompaniment: Moby – Sunday or The Cranberries – Sunday

Immersed in thought on the drive to work.

Szivák Sándor — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 11:42:13 +0000

Apparently, I’m getting old because even shit songs by crap artists that I renounced in my youth make me happy when I hear them as I reminisce about “back in the day.”

Eleven

Szivák Sándor — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 03:31:11 +0000

I’m concerned about the state of the universe: news says an eleven (11, not ‘elven’) year old girl just squeezed out a kid. Eleven. When I was that age I was watching cartoons and playing LEGOs, nervously clutching my littlest brosef (shout-out to Daniel!) who had just been born. At the risk of sounding mean and inconsiderate, I’m sure that kid will be a well-adjusted and productive member of society, and the mother will be a nurturing and successful child, mother, young adult and adult. I’m also confident that they will both prove to be self-sufficient citizens.

Perhaps another death star or sith lord needs to be destroyed to return balance to the Force.

[steps off soap box]

… and in conclusion: ELEVEN!

Do as I say, not as I do…

Szivák Sándor — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 09:34:04 +0000

Not too long ago, I was a witness to an interesting encounter: the feeding of a nine year old boy. Thats right, I said nine; but that isn’t the part of the experience we will re-hash today.

I’m not sure how this came about, but an adult (an educated individual, who has a passion for and works with kids) started playing “airplane” with the wide assortment of foods on the aforementioned child’s plate. Everyone was having a blast: this was so much fun! And the kids were digging it because they were able to hang out with an awesome adult. Which leads me to my next point: kids imitate you. What you say, what you do, regardless of context, situation or appropiateness, they learn by example and want to be and act like the “cool” adults (and to them, we’re all cool). That being the case, this kid decided to feed the adult, swirling a full fork about in a manner reminiscent to an out-of-control aeroplane. It turns out this was inappropriate and unacceptable!

Adult power: engage!
Stern voice: activate!

The “I’m the adult; I’m in control” mindset was in full swing as the child was repremanded for doing what it was in his nature to do, for doing his thing.

I was confused and speechless at what was transpiring: an adult showed a kid a neat trick that everyone enjoyed, and he seriously didn’t expect the child to mimic him?! Or was this just a [subconscious and] deliberate attempt to set up a scenario where authority can be exercised?

Whatever the case may have been, I descreetly (at least I think it was descreet, since no one but the addressed heard) mentioned this observation in a non-threatening, non-accusing manner to the involved adult (a bit out if character for me, I know, but I wasn’t trying to make a point or loud anyone out, I was sincerly curious what this person was thinking). That didn’t work so well: how dare I question his handling of the situation? He works with kids and knows what he’s doing! Needless to say, I still don’t know what was going through his mind.

This incident has no real bearing on anything of any significance… scratch that: this is a person that teaches our youth? That having been said, I’m still not sure why this event has stuck with me all this time, or why I would personally take offense at it, but it has and I do…