>Quotes: How I really know I'm a nerd!

>So on occasion, like when I am really down or am in danger of spending an entire 8 hour workday daydreaming about how life could be or what it could be instead of what it is, I tend to drift over to web sites that feature quotes. It started a few years ago when I had a job that really just pushed my sanity to the limit on a daily basis. This was back when MySpace wasn’t just for little kids and pedophiles and it seemed everyone I knew had one. I would surf the pages just looking for quotes that I could use as my status updates. I would often get locked into a section of George Carlin’s quotes that would keep me in deep thought for hours on end. Now, apparently, I’ve matured, as my mind drifts more towards Sophocles than the funny men that I love….here are some of the quotes that have kept me from losing my shit at work today.
“A lie never lives to be old.”
I think deep down we all know this. We’re taught from such a young age that lies are very hard to keep up. So many details, always having to remember the lie when the truth is all we seem to actually keep locked in our memory. A lie can go on, but they never last forever. The truth is just so much easier. Less fucking stressful. And do we really need to add more stress to our lives?
“Rather fail with honor than succeed by fraud.”
I’m horrible at taking failure. I would rather live out my dying day still trying to succeed than admitting failure. How does one fail with honor? By admitting defeat. I have such an issue with admitting that this, whatever it is at the moment thing could beat me. I have to be better than it, don’t I? I know I am, yet it took me down. I need to work more on becoming the type of person who will concede when I know I’m beat. Rather than continuing on when I know it’s useless.
“The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.”
At the heart of everything, I am an atheist. I believe that whatsoever we do in our lives, we are the only ones accountable for it; we are the only ones we have to answer to when we take our dying breath. Good, bad, or silly, I am responsible for every single thing that has happened and will happen in my life. Only I can push myself harder and only I can be my worst critic. At times in my life, I’ve thought of myself as absolute shit and I’ve thought at others that I was the shit. I’ve been my harshest critic and yet still consoled myself on the quality of my work when others denigrate it. I am my own wall, and universe willing, I will reach the top.
“A short saying oft contains much wisdom.”
This one speaks for itself. This one was actually the inspiration for writing this blog. All quotes can be found at ThinkExist


>It Happens

>According to the intarwebs, what I am facing/feeling at this exact moment is OCD brought on by anxiety. That is if you believe everything you read! I don’t, OK, well kind of, but not really. I’m going insane sitting here at my desk when I know there is stuff I need to do after I get off work. It’s not really stuff that I have to or need to rush on doing, but for some reason, knowing it isn’t done is causing me an immense amount of stress. I get this same feeling anytime I have to go grocery shopping or clean my car, or really anything that is just not on the top of my list of pleasant activities. It’s quite frustrating, really.
Onto more pleasant topics that can hopefully make me sail through the next hour as unscathed as I’d like to think I can. I’m getting a new tattoo soon. One that will be most likely hidden and I will probably never share the details of, a girl’s gotta have some mystery, right? Regardless, this weekend might be the time. I had this one artist that I was really comfortable with…just an amazing guy. Gave me mine, asked me if I felt like a badass, blurted out no, cos it totally didn’t hurt at all! Well, his shop closed down and now I have a number for someone who knows him and I’m supposed to call this guy (who I am pretty sure has never met me), and ask him randomnly if he knows how I can get in touch with Carl. Not super psyched about that. In fact, I’m pretty sure I am entirely too shy to be doing that, but I guess I have to force myself out of it somehow, may as well be this way.
Oh, dear, it’s not even remotely close to 5pm yet!

>Joe Rogan in DFW!!!!!!

>Joe Rogan, famed stoner comedian is coming to DFW this weekend! Known best for his job as host on both Fear Factor and commentator on UFC, this young comedian has been consistently wowing audiences with his deadpan delivery and conspiracy theorist beliefs since early 1995.
After breaking onto the scene with his role in NewsRadio opposite Phil Hartman and Dave Foley in 1995, Rogan continued on to a remarkably successful career in standup comedy once the show ended. He was been a frequent guest on the Opie and Anthony show while it aired on XM Satellite Radio and was also one of the earlier comedians to embrace social media. Through a combination of his MySpace, Twitter and blog: Conduit to the Gaian Mind, he has created a collective of fans that cannot be matched.
In early 2007, Rogan went toe-to-toe with Carlos Mencia regarding his use of stolen jokes. Mencia, who at the time had gained some notoriety from his Mind of Mencia show on Comedy Central had been under suspicion for several years by the comedy world at large for not only plagiarizing other comedian’s work but also for portraying himself as a Mexican-American when he was not. This feud went on for quite some time and eventually quieted down when Rogan left his agency, (who also represented Mencia), based on principle.
This fantastic comedian who shows more grit and determination than most in his field will be performing at the Addison Improv this Friday through Sunday. More information can be found here.

Disclosure: This was not a paid post, this was simply me pimping out the Joe Rogan show that I really wish I was going to this weekend!!! Have fun loves!

>The One in Which I Piss Off Every Local Music Fan

>For years now, living in Fort Worth, Vaden Todd Lewis has been a god in our local music scene. To be quite frank, I was right in line with everyone else, ready to worship the ground he walked on. I adored the Toadies. Grew up loving their music, completely oblivious to the actual subject matter being discussed in “Possum Kingdom”. I was so innocent and naive. How cute! Oh, and when I think back to how obsessed I was with The Verve Pipe after “Freshman”…it’s really no wonder I grew up with such fucked up sexual ideas! However, I digress, now that the Toadies are all of the sudden back on the scene and everybody is back to being obsessed with them even if it isn’t the original band anymore, I think it’s time to share this bit of knowledge I’ve picked up over the years: Vaden is a dick. He is just a person. An angry, bitter, repressed one at that, and he should not be considered the god that everyone in the 817 area code believes him to be.

How do I know this? Let me tell you a story about the Wreck Room. A local dive, hole in the wall, dirtbag bar that used to stand near the center of the Cultural District of Fort Worth. An area that you’ll probably hear me refer to as “the 107”. Fair warning. In 2007, gentrification took hold in the 107 with a fierceness not often seen in such a quiet town. Word spread about Museum Place and all of it’s gloriously overpriced retailers moving in, and in order to do so, the Wreck Room, (and many other small businesses who couldn’t afford space in Museum Place), had to go. At the time, I was working for the Fort Worth Weekly and through knowing people who had a close relationship with the bar’s owner, I was able to connive my way into filming and photographing the last year worth of shows at the club. One of the early shows of that year was a two night event featuring the Burden Bros., everyone in town was definitely up for the show, including me. Vaden having been one of my childhood idols, this was a big deal! To this point, I had already been graced with a photo press pass for the Bloodhound Gang. I had been allowed into the super secret meet and greet for bands like HIM, and I had basically followed MSi through the lower states during their tour and I was still star struck knowing that I would get to photograph Vaden. So, I did my usual, get in touch with the people who can either let me take pictures or not kind of thing, seeing as how even with the club’s permission, band managers are kind of finicky like that…so I spoke with a really lovely lady who helped me out with the process. All said and done, I had the OK to do an interview with the band. And take all of the pictures I wanted. As long as their management got the photos and I could not use any of them for the documentary without them having final approval. Oh, and they get final approval of all video, including interview footage. And one more thing, be sure not to call Vaden ‘Todd’. You wouldn’t like him when you call him ‘Todd’.

Hold up and rewind for one second here, I grew up knowing that the dude’s name is Todd. Todd Lewis. That’s all I’ve ever called him by when telling people how ridiculously fucking awesome the Toadies are, “Todd and Lisa, man, they’re the shiiiiiiit!”. I by no means have room to talk about wanting to be known by something other than my given name, but Vaden, really?! I mean, I’ll still answer to any variation of Lyn or Linda that you throw at me and I’ll do it without a second thought attached, but this dude apparently goes all HULK and shreds his clothes when you mention the dreaded ‘T-word’. I said fine and ended my call with her. Took me until the moments before the second show to actually get them to sit down with me and when they finally did, it was at some awkward art show at the Massad House when it was still on 7th. Funny thing is, calling him Todd or Vaden or Darth Lick-My-Butthole was really irrelevant. It was a hometown show. It was a hometown show in a smaller venue, and I really would have thought we could have gotten something out of him, but he couldn’t be bothered to answer any of our questions or even give us a decent ten seconds worth of video that was useable of him. Casey Hess (formerly of Doosu) was amazing. He spoke of memories at the Wreck Room, was totally open and willing to answer any question we could throw at him, he was a dream to work with, while everyone else in the room, including Vaden was just. fucking. silent.

I’ve been around shy people before. I’m incredibly shy myself. And this, my friends, wasn’t shy, he just didn’t give a fuck. I really was never surprised by the band going on “indefinite hiatus” shortly after. I will still always have a soft spot in my heart for The Toadies, don’t get me wrong, but in life, sometimes you find that there is no deliverance from certain experience. Todd seems to have been wiped from my memory and in his place, some dude named Vaden stayed behind. Sad face.

>Randomness About Me

>What was your dream growing up?
To be the first female President, with a law degree, a PhD in Internal Medicine and also moonlight as an astronaut.

What talent do you wish you had?
A decent singing voice.

If you bought a drink what would it be?
Alcoholic: Sex on the Beach, Non-Alcoholic: Dr. Pepper

Favorite vegetable?
Potatoes… Irish, much?

What was the last book you read?
Surviving a Layoff (Hey, I had to see if it was worth keeping in the file room!)

What zodiac sign are you?

Any tattoos/piercings? Where?
One Taurus symbol on my left wrist…about to have another tattoo soon though…and you don’t get to know where this one is!

Worst habit?

What is your favorite sport?

Do you have a pessimistic or optimistic attitude?
I used to be insanely optimistic, that attitude has been missing lately though, working on getting it back!

Worst thing to ever happen to you?
Having to face the death of my dog by myself. Oh and then with Mr. Jose Cuervo (the cat, not the alcohol, but there may have been alcohol involved….I forget).

One weird fact?
My left foot has superpowers. FACT.

Any pets?
Lyn-z a lesbian Yorkie and Rudy a heteroflexible Setter/Bloodhound mix.

Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
Cute. Especially the scary ones. I ❤ Pennywise!

If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
Definitely my weight, as long as I can keep the boobs!

Are you more of a partner in crime or a conscience?

What color eyes do you have?
Hazel. Although TXDOT refused to go with that.

Ever been arrested?

Bottle or can of soda?
Bottle. Lids, foo!

If you won $10g’s today, what would you do with it?
Pay debt and pay off my car.

Favorite place to hang out?
Anywhere where my enemies are not. So not Lola’s.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
Take pictures.

Do you swear a lot?
Fuck yeah, ninja.

Biggest pet peeve?
When you let people over into your lane and they don’t bother to wave…I shudder at the thought.

In one word, how would you describe yourself?

Do you believe in/appreciate romance?

Favorite and least favorite food?
Favorite: Mexican, namely queso, Least Fav: Anything fish-related.

Do you believe in God?