Why I.T. you ask?

So I’m in I.t. if you didn’t know this already and while I may complain a lot about the people I deal with. I love my job and what I do. Its me. It fits.

Sorg is really the one who got me started. He gave me a bunch of parts and the learning process began. And quickly as I would soon fry a hard drive with a magnectic screw driver. From there it was all trial and error.

Now originally I started with business classes at vo-tech during high school and decided to continue with it. However there was no challenge for me, it got boring real quick. Here is a lil tmi for you. I was sitting on the toliet reading the penny saver and saw an ad for icm which is now kaplan. It was for a program called criminal justice cybercrime. Sounded real interesting and it was.

I went for it, felt like I needed the piece of paper to get jobs. Certainly couldn’t hurt. Before I knew it I was done and off.

I’ve been in I.t. career wise for 6 years now.

Now, here’s why I believe it fits, its all about the puzzles. I’ve been playing video games for longer than I can remember. My dad was a gamer and gave up on it when I was born. (Sorry pops.) He made sure damn sure I got into it though. Now a lot of video games are filled with puzzles(duh), increasing problem solving skills and outside the box thinking.

Chachi says: video games got me where I am today. Believe it or not. Now it may not seem much but I go to work with a smile on my face everyday.

I am Me.

I got laughed at recently at work, they asked what i did for lunch. I told them i went to the arcade, played Ms. Pacman.  They chuckled and then ask why?

Umm, what? i need to provide a reason why i choose to go have an enjoyable lunch at an arcade rather than find a restaurant and sit down and eat??? Didnt realize i needed to make sense out of all my decisions with you……

Listen this is the way i am,

I smoke. ( a simple, hey can you put that out its bother me will suffice. i dont need dirty looks or snide remarks. Kindness kills. Most likely if i know it bothers you i wont light up until we seperate anyhow.)

I drink.

I will play video games at great length if you let me.

I will quote movie lines that you dont know.(not applicable to people reading this most likely.)

I will drop everything to help a friend in need if i can.

I go to church.

i volunteer at said chuch.

i will bitch about the above two sometimes.

You are able to read me like a book.

When you ask me whats wrong i will say nothing regardless.

If you persist i will tell you everything.

Chachi Says: i am me. For better or worse i am who i am, and thats all i can be. And honestly, i wouldnt want it any other way.

Cop Out.

Chachi says: sometimes you just need a true day off. Lounging around doing what you want to do, ignoring looming chores or tasks. Ya know make life enjoyabe for you.

There will be a real post tomorrow.

Remember high school?

Well, its satuday night, I have some kind of head cold which means I’m doped up and vitamined up so that I can kick this by Monday.

I was sitting around and had a pb&j.(crusts intact thankyouverymuch) and for some reason it reminded me of high school. Not sure why now it reminded me but oh well.

Some of the lunches. Ya know, chicken nugget day and nacho day. The nuggets themselves were mediocre but compared to the daily fare overall they were golden deliciousness delivered with the cafeteria mashed potatoes that were filled with crack. And nachos in just about any form is a treat from the gods.

Chachi says: its funny how and when your mind decides to trigger these memories and thoughts. There are millions of other times it happens. Embrace it. But don’t dwell in it for too long. Gotta live for the future, and remember the past. Right?

Now Hiring: Tired, Sleepy Security Guards.

So, at work, an ex employee with some form of dementia has been trying to get in to our floors.  We have security sitting right by our doors on most of our floors.

Great, Fantastic even. IF they were doing their job.

instead, this is what all of them have been doing…..

EXCEPT, the new ones. or the higher up ones. Those people think they are cops. I wish i was kidding.  On lunch one day, i sat outside on a bench. and heard them discuss the job. Every 30 secs or so they refered to non-security as civilians. Now im sorry, but my degree says Criminal Justice on it and i dont call people civilians.

I got stopped this morning so he could attempt to check my gym bag. I laughed at him and walked away.  i wouldnt let a cop check my stuff what makes him think that ill let a rent-a-cop check my bag. Dumbass.

Chachi Says: It seriously makes me consider a career change. I could use an extra 8 hours of sleep a day while getting paid…. Oh Shit, here he comes with the mag light. Security Abuse, Security Abuse. J/K.

Grab your sword, Its time for an adventure.

So, if you’re reading this and you’re gamer, you recognize the image at the top of the screen. You should  be able to figure out what my favorite game is. In fact, if you know anything about me, have seen me in person or chatted at length with me you should know what my favorite game. OF ALL TIME.

I’ve saved many versions of princess zelda over the years. More than any other princess in my time of playing video games. It has helped me increase the power of mind helping me to easily solve problems at work and school.

Here are some other things i’ve learned about life from the games.

All I know I learned from Zelda
Listen to wise old wizards.
Princesses are worth saving.
Pick up coins whenever you can.
Stay out of dungeons.
Avoid the undead.
Find the magic sword.
Everybody needs jewels.
Wisdom Power and Courage are the Triforce.
I’m the chosen one

Now dont get me wrong. There are some games in the series that i’m not particularly fond of. Whether it be the art, the story, the story and the art….

These two would be Majora’s Mask and Windwaker.  These games rubbed me the wrong way. did not  care for them. the art in windwaker was too cartoonie for me and i didnt like the story and game play of Majora’s mask.

Now, im currently working The Phantom Hourglass for the DS. and the only thing saving this game is the innovation of the ds. This game incorporates all that is the nintendo ds.  hell, theres a part where you have to close the ds to transfer an image on to your map.  You have to yell through the microphone at points.(this made me seem like a crazy guy to the passerbys as i was playing the ds outside at the time.)

These games just didnt go well with the series in my mind. im sure im wrong or people disagree.

Oh, my dream girl. *sigh*

Chachi Says: Saving princesses is all the rage. Treat the women in your life like you would these princesses and all will be good. Also, Take this its dangerous to go Alone.

Adventures in Glampires…. The UnVampire.

NaBloPoMo Day 2.

Earlier today i sent out a tweet. What should i blog about? Zelda, glampires or one of the other random topics i have in my head. Now the funny thing is. i wrote 3 different blog posts. This one included. and it was really only a matter of which one would i post first.

So i’ve found that when im not at my computer occupied with the wonders that the internet brings to me one tweet or url at a time. i spend my time playing video games or watching television.  Now last night while i was watching “Hells Kitchen” i saw a movie preview that made me gag a bit and angered me beyond all belief. It also made me realize that Hollywood is evil and as an author you can do whatever you want apparently. Whether it be an orgy between random literary characters or have an adult book about the life of tap dancing gummy bears.

If i were to meet Ms. Meyers(author of said shitty books.) i would have a gazillion questions. All something along the lines of testing vampire knowledge. Because im pretty sure shes never heard of vampires before. At least from the Cliff notes thats the impression i got.

Lets see what dictionary.com has to say about vampires shall we:

vam·pire

1.

a preternatural being, commonly believed to be a reanimated corpse, that is said to suck the blood of sleeping persons at night.
2.

(in Eastern European folklore) a corpse, animated by an undeparted soul or demon, that periodically leaves the grave and disturbs the living, until it is exhumed and impaled or burned.
3.

a person who preys ruthlessly upon others; extortionist.
4.

a woman who unscrupulously exploits, ruins, or degrades the men she seduces.
5.

an actress noted for her roles as an unscrupulous seductress: the vampires of the silent movies.
Now all the definitions have something to do with using people in one way or another.  Let me supplement this by what the fantasy world has to say about vampires.
“A vampire can be of any evil alignment, and if its alignment was not evil in life it becomes so in undeath. A vampire retains all the abilities it had in life, plus it gains the ability to drain blood and life energy, and to dominate other creatures with its gaze. A vampire can also command rats, bats, and wolves, or take the form of those creatures.”
that can be seen right here.
With that said, lets see what Ms. Meyers makes her vampires do….

“Twilight

Main article: Twilight (novel)

Bella Swan moves from Phoenix, Arizona to live with her father in Forks, Washington to allow her mother to travel with her new husband, a minor league baseball player. After moving to Forks, Bella finds herself involuntarily drawn to a mysterious, handsome boy, Edward Cullen. She eventually learns that he is a member of a vampire family who drinks animal blood rather than human. Edward and Bella fall in love, but James, a sadistic vampire from another vampire coven, is drawn to hunt down Bella. Edward and the other Cullens defend Bella. She escapes to Phoenix, Arizona, where she is tricked into confronting James, who tries to kill her. She is seriously wounded, but Edward rescues her and they return to Forks, having killed James.”

Please see the bolded statement.  Now, lets recap. Eddie boy is a vampire. a shiny one at that. Vampires are evil. Vampire by definition torment and devour humans. Therefore chickypoo meyers is all about making vampires kid friendly mother approved. Nope. sorry chick! Doesnt work like that.

As far as the whole vampire/human relationship there’s no lovey dovey bullshit. if a human has a halfling (half vampire/half human) its because she was raped. GASP, oh noes i dropped the hard r word.

Ms. Meyer, your books are crap. Vampires are not shiny. Vampires are not friendly. Vampires are undead blood sucking ravaging creatures. No love. no respect. nothing but pure evil towards the human race.

Chachi Says: Give me Brad Pitt and Kirsten Dunst anyday.  Screw this shiny battle of Glampires and Shapeshifters. Cant wait for arguments.

What would you do for a Klondike bar?

Well, since I decided to do june’s nablopomo(?), if you don’t know what that is. Its a deal where you promise to blog every day for the month. I have done it before on the old site. And then skipped the whole next month. So let’s see how we do this time..

An age old question. One that requires very little thought and the answer varies from very little to outrageous.

What would you do for a klondike bar?

I however have a bad opinion on this delicious ice cream treat.

If I want a bowl of ice cream I’ll get one. I for one prefer it this way. Klondike bars are way to inefficent for me. Say what you want but I don’t like them. Not the taste or anything. Just the delivery method.

Picture this, you go to the freezer for a delicious cold treat and you pull out the trusty klondike bar. The song pops in your head as you walk back to your seat. Open it up and already it starts melting. Oh noez! So you start eating it. You now have two options: continue eating at the same pace and wear it, or speed eat it and get the dreaded ice cream headache.

See the problem? If not carry on. If you do welcome to the club.

Chachi says: give me a big bowl of ice cream covered in chocolate syrup. So…. um readers….. What would you doooooo for a klondike bar?

Zombies vs. “Zombies”

Intro: This post is the second of two that I started while bored out of my gourd on election day.

Also a brief explanation of the domain name change here at what used to be chachisays.com. I forgot to change the notice email address with my provider when consolidating email accounts. Never saw that my domain was up for renewal and therefore didn’t know until a week after it had lapse. When I went to get it renewed, it had been snatched. so unfortunately chachisays.com as we knew it no longer lives. I’m trying to decide if I should bother with a new domain name or just keep it chachisays.wordpress.com . so until further notice just use it.

If you’re reading this then more then likely you live in or around pittsburgh, or have at one point or  im completely wrong and you are a straggler off the interwebz that took a wrong turn during a detour.(if so WELCOME! and what you want to do is head back the way you came, once you get to the serious looking rodent video hang a left. if you reach the hampster dance, you’ve gone too far.)

Now, recognizing the awesomeness of this fair city, we know where zombies as we know them originated.

After many a discussion that ends with me calling someone a dummy head, pouting and stomping away in a fit.(that’s how I roll in debates yo.) I decided to post my thoughts on zombies.

Zombies

Now, you’ll notice that I’m using quotes around one of the zombies. I’ll cover that later if you don’t figure it out by yourself first.

zom·bie –noun

1.(in voodoo)  the body of a dead person given the semblance of life, but mute and will-less, by a supernatural force, usually for some evil purpose.

2. Informal.

a  person whose behavior or responses are wooden, listless, or seemingly rote; automaton.

b. an eccentric or peculiar person.

Now, that is the true definition of the word zombie, and we can use some of that definition to explain where im going with this.  mainly the part that says.

“:a  person whose behavior or responses are wooden, listless, or seemingly rote; automaton”

add the word reanimated and we have ourselves a zombie. We have a leg dragging, slow moving, drooling gargling barely functioning being.  Even in the beginning of theories or stories of reanimation the being was barely capable of walking. (i.e. Frankenstein.)

Yes, it is not reanimation in the same sense as Frankenstein’s monster but reanimation either way.

This means that they were dead and decaying and were brought back to life.  So that breaks down the muscles and makes them stiff and weak. Making them the leg draggers we know and love.  The one true zombie.

upon death the body proceeds to immediately shut down…. blah blah blah general science knowledge blah blah blah. being reanimated doesn’t mean that your body instantly repairs that break down.

So this is why Romero’s zombies could happen. And why you should always be prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse.

“Zombies”

Here is the part where I said I would explain the quotes. The zombies in all these new fangled zombie flicks are not zombies. Not true zombies at least. I realize that it makes it more exciting for the viewers and everything, but they are imposters.  The above science knowledge dropped on you discredits these imposters as not being real zombies.

Although the movies are extremely enjoyable for the most part just not right.

Lets Recap why these arent zombies.

Zombies can run: False

Zombies can jump: False

Zombies can think: false.

Now because I want you to all be prepared here is a link to the Zombie Apocalypse Survival guide. Read it, learn it, apply it.

http://books.google.com/books?id=4mcT7A371xQC&printsec=frontcover&dq=zombie+survival+guide&source=bl&ots=nYPi6PYR9W&sig=eTO1FgfGXZoce07ESIFXdEgeNIk&hl=en&ei=rsH_S66rD8P88Ab0qvDBCQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=5&ved=0CEQQ6AEwBA#v=onepage&q&f=false

Chachi Says: Knowledge dropped. And remember kids, when the Zombies come for you, its every person for themselves. team work wont help you here. and Yes, I Am An Expert.

Chachi vs. The Blue Hairs.

Prelude

(We join a day already in progress)

November 3rd, 2009.

Our hero leaves the bus and departs for home. Ah, but what’s this he remember, why ’tis election day. So instead of going straight home our smart ass protagonist heads first to his designated polling place.  There is never a line the poll in his ‘hood. Ever. He flies through the line and gets to the machine. He never stops to talk to the blue haired ladies guarding the almighty vote station, he has a fear they just want him to get off their lawn and he really doesn’t want to hear it. So our hero rushes to the machine. it brings the ballot and he is voting away, But wait… Whats this? Empty spots? it cannot be.  He decides to write himself in for 4 empty spots. All different positions and all bound to have more votes than just one for other people.

Fast forward a month.

Once again, we catch our hero as he is arriving home from work. He grabs his mail, and says “Huh, I wonder what these can be.” as he notices that not one but two envelopes from the county election board addressed to him are in his pile of daily mail. He grabs a drink and retires to his recliner, mail in hand. He proceeds to open it and recap his day with his housemates. Then in an instant breaks out in a fit of laughter. The housemates question what could be so suddenly funny. He thrust the paper in their hands and continues laughing. As they read they too begin to laugh. For what arrived was a notice of election. The hero’s one vote won him, not one but TWO positions.

Three days later.

He goes to a notary( a friend’s house.) together they make it official and send it back to the county board. He selects the Judge of Elections position.

Months later:

The county calls Our hero to schedule the training class and to make sure he will work. He agrees.

This past Tuesday:

( I’m done doing a narrative now. even I got annoyed.)

So being told I have to be somewhere at 6 am means I get up way early. I like to wide awake before I arrive at my destination so I get up early to ensure this happens. I finally crawled out of bed at about 4:45 am, did the morning s’s (shower and shave). I get some coffee and I watch the news. (real exciting, I know. )  I pack up all the supplies I was giving so that I can walk down to the polling place and 2 minutes later, I’m there.

As instructed I start with the setup process, rearranging the room and putting equipment in place. The first of my board shows up 10 mins late. I don’t mind because she’s sweet and spends 5 mins apologizing for over sleeping. This is fine. She gets right to work and she’s fantastic. 30 mins after that all but one of the rest show up. Don’t apologize and then laugh at my feeble attempt at breakfast, but there’s not a bakery in my neighborhood.

So I brought in “boxed donuts” as she called them. However she proceeded to eat three of them while not doing anything.

Then polls open, everything is fine. No problems at all, despite the side comments about me I tried my best to stay calm. Although did learn quickly that im not allowed to do anything. I am supposed to sit there and wait for any issues to pop  up. BORING! I read three wired magazines and took a nap. (kidding about the nap. )

Lunch time arrived: They ordered from a restaurant called  Pisano’s a place I know well. All 5 of them look at the menu hand over money and proceed to make the call. But they skipped me. Not until they were already on the phone did I become a thought. Fuck ‘em. I went home, grabbed a book and a tablet. That’s where this post and another post started.

I read half of my book, and wrote halves of two posts. It was from this point on that I started watching the clock and ignoring the blue hairs.

8 pm: Time to close. Luckily this went well. they help a lot and got shit done. I packed it all up and delivered it downtown to be home by 9 and beat as hell.

Chachi Says: By the end of the day I had decided to not do this again for the rest of my term. which is completely legal and I have the right to choose. However, after more thought I decided that I would not quit and that I would defeat these old ladies. Victory will be mine.