Emma Watson and talking about the U.N.

It seems to me that Emma Watson addressed the United Nations.
I don't know if it was today or yesterday.

I do however know the boom of her audacious voice was captivating.
She wants what we all want gender equality.
In her speech she talked about the He for She campaign.

It addresses the idea that Feminism in its own right has become an ugly word.
That we as a civilization still don't have gender equality and that it comes from within.
She says we need to focus on the tenants of a civilization and that's being human.
We are all human.
Yes, we error and we are fraught with many a glaring mistake. Yet, we need to be able to address this issue
of gender equality. I think an important step is identifying what measures to take through an educational fundamental teaching.
I took a Feminist Ethics class and the lens I used to see women was drastically shaped and otherwise changed. I'm glad for the most  part I can see how women struggle. She says like we were taught in school Feminism at its fundamental root is equality for all.

It should not be misconstrued as just women gaining the upper hand in the fight for equality. The He for She Campaign is brilliant.
She also said that if men are not treated and chastizied by feminists they will organically be better for it. That it does not just start with women but both men and women.
I think Emma Watson is brilliant with her words and her cause. She's on to something and it is something that has been discussed for 20 years +. When will change happen is the larger issue. We're in 2014 and haven't really budged a lot. As with all things being educated about said issue is of the up-most importance as a full fledged damn society.

I encourage everyone to take a feminist class or Fem Ethics class. Especially, men that have a degrading view towards women.
Thanks
_Andres

One Fantasy, Two Fantasy, Three Fantasy...Four

I am on about my sixth year of Fantasy Football.
I am way in over my head. I picked six leagues and found out that I may have nine.
What is wrong with me?
9 leagues. In years previous I would only run 3 at the max.

How times have changed.
The ire of Fantasy is a good one. You can meet complete strangers and whip their ass. You can do horrible and somehow sneak into the playoffs. You can go from the bottom of the league to a third place finish.
It is unpredictable like the game of football.
One minute Adrian Peterson is riding high with 150 yards the next he's suspended for beating his son with a switch. One minute Rob Gronkowski is catching everything like a fishing net. The next his production dives off a cliff along with his health.
One minute Robbert Griffin the III is healthy....oh wait that's a rarity. So much in fact that he dislocated his ankle. Ouchie Mama!
So Fantasy Football also has the benefits of getting money. I am not good enough for that so I'll sit here and pontificate the lineups for week 4.

-Have a good Fantasy people!

One step forward and two steps back

I feel even in this horribly economic stupor I am trying to find a calling.
Mainly, I have been looking and contacting newspapers.
I think I'd make a damn fine journalist. No matter how hard I have to work.
I think I am cut from a different journalistic thread to help report the news the right way.

I was told to look at all sorts of newspapers. So I have done that much. I have also tried to contact a Chamber of Commerce and so many other jobs.

I have put in effort daily to find a job. More specifically I'd hold out for a Journalism Job.
If not that then I am looking for whatever at the moment.
-Andres

Knock! Knock! Motherfucker.

Shouting came from over there.
There was analogous to the story.
Shouting was from near my parent's room.
For fuck's sake my mom was ranting and almost foaming at her mouth.
"You got me this piece of shit phone." she yammered.
Then what was worse was she kept on yelling like a hot freight train that doesn't know how to shut  up.
I wanted to just say shut the fuck up but it is rude.
Plus, given what's going on with the world in Ferguson, ISIS, and some other shit it would really deteriorate my sense of self.
All though, I do always mumble or yell fuck. So there's no love loss there.
Anywho, she's yammering and making a scene and I read the clock and it is 6:15 a.m.
So I am fucking angry.
Then a KNOCK! KNOCK!
I put on some shorts and it is my dad. My mom is still fuming and my Pop's says to get up.
I comply.
My mom is still whimpering and grating her words against my dad and it is a real shit fest.
So, there I stand in my shorts glarry- eyed with the eye crusties. Not sure what to do .
Because I guess I am Atlas and need to carry the burden of being the middle child.
So it turns out that we got new phones. Yeah, that's all good in well. But if you give an elderly person any type of new device the complaints come in tsunami like waves. "Well I don't know how to work this piece of shit." she bellows. Well fuck we can teach you mom. We can.
We are educated in technology. We're like the techno generation.
So therefore we have lots of knowledge of computers and PHONES.
So she's still bitching. We haven't really even been standing there five minutes.
The bitch wave starts up like a mad tyrant. "Well I have clients and this shit is not working. How would you like it if you're dealing with vets and they can't get ahold of you?" she says. It gets better.
I am being blamed for something I have no control over. We just got brand new phones from T-Mobile yesterday. They gave us temporary numbers . I have no control over it. I'm not a psychic and can just will a phone to do whatever it needs to do with a fucking wave of my hand, plus, I can't magically make shit work or in this case her phone. "Calm down you're yelling too much.", says my Dad. I agree.
You diffuse a situation by examining LOGICALLY the facts. Okay, or a better sentence. You can logically diffuse a situation when someone is shouting.
Step 1) Tell them to slow their roll and calm the fuck down.
You can do this with tact.
Step2) Examine the situation presently.
Step3) Don't rinse or repeat. Just try to come to a peaceful solution where zombies head's don't internally combust.
Therefore, I can't control a lot of shit. I ride the wave of life. My mom is the polar opposite she tries to micro manage my family and me like I am a zergling. Like she's the fucking Overmind and we have no hydras. What gives?
We move onwards.
So after about 8 mins I would estimate my mom just bitched her way to a trophy. Plus, now I am fucking so angry for being woken up. I am just like it is way too fucking early to be up. So now my mom is about to go to work whilst still yelling. You can't really calm her down.
Here's the gut punch. When we tell her there's a temporary number she fucking explodes. She's close to a diagonal part of our house. I say diagonal because there's these white French doors that kinda open on a shitty rail system. She's standing right there frothing at the mouth  and proverbially fucking angry as a 'Coon Dog'. That's not meant to be a racist term. That's my disclaimer.
Then I go back to sleep and slam the door. Because if you don't slam the door you don't mean business. I was so goddamn fucking tired. So then I hear her yell through the door "I am going to kick you out of the house for this." -vivaciously and in an agonizing tone. Something akin to a really mad school teacher combining her chalk board fingers with a wretched scream. There's yelling and then there's fucking THAT.
That is no good.
So that's how the morning started.

It had red eyes

Today, as this day was kinda crazy I wanted to express some shit.
I like a lot of paranormal stuff. Ghosts and UFO's and other type shit.
I am not gunna fuck with a Oujia Board.
No need to conjure anything from that board. Not worth it.
Not a good idea to get into black magic.
So I stay away from all that shit.
I just like investigating paranormal shit.
I am not that brave to visit actual sites. I let ghosthunters do all the investigating they want.

One thing that really intrigues me is the Mothman. In Pleasant View or Town or some Pleasant something or rather lives the Mothman. Today, I was watching the science channel and it told of the Mothman. Now back  in the early or late 70's there was a report of a man and his girlfriend going over a bridge in West Virginia. As they go over the bridge they see I think what they said....was a Mothman . A dark figure with large fucking wingspan and red eyes. Now that was in the 70's and maybe a little earlier than the 70's . I may have screwed the pooch with this mentioning. However, this lead to some major collapse of the bridge that their truck was on. So whatever this being is, Angel, demon, purveyor of the land's is fucking terrifying.
Does it serve as a prophetic messenger? Does it have alien origin? Dunno. I do however know that there's tons of speculation.
Let's go onto a different eerie account.
It was 2009 when this occured.Your name is Henry I think. Anyway I think that was his name....Henry or Henri. I just remember him saying in his eye witness account that him and his wife were driving. Who in their right mind looks for deer at like 10 or 11 p.m. at night? Again, the times are guessed. So if you're a Mothman theorists please...fucking correct me. I am really serious. I want to get as many facts as I can right. So you're out in a car and it is snowing. It is cold. I think the wind slowly was blowing. I don't think it was gusting or anything. Suddenly, he said he looked to the right and there's the Mothman. Motherfucker! Are you kidding me? It is there looking at the car. He claims it unhinged its left black wing. It then looked at them and dove off the side of the bridge and went away. He said they drove as fast as they could and got the hell out of there.
A) I would have probably shit my pants if I see what he describes as a six foot -ten creature or scary-ass fucking black being with red -eyes. B) There was no further investigation. I think we know the answer. If you shit yourself you can further instigate that you have browned your underwear. Therefore, you fall into a paralytic state of shock and shit. Therefore, it is deduced you can't move. Fuck!
Are you shitting me?! If that's the case I am not investigating anything. Not with a 6 '10 creature staring at me or my wife's soul. So he did the right thing and got the hell out of there. He even said I didn't even check to see what it was. The Mothman purportedly jumped off the side of the bridge and went away. Holy Fuck! That is so scary. You're telling me you see this goddamn thing and you don't stop to check it out. You got brains, kid, ya got brains. I am not sticking around to be eaten, maimed or otherwise devoured by said fucking creature. He also reported his wife can't talk about it. The very thought of the conversation makes her uneasy. So if you see the Mothman is there telkenetic energy surrounding it?
I am super curious.
What exactly is it? Why is it here? Does it actually prophesize doom? Does it have Mothman buddies that roam with the king Mothman? Is there a Mothwoman so as to be PC? Are there Mothman followers.
I have no answers for you. I do know that the sheer eerieness is enough to make you think fucking twice about looking for deer at 11 p.m.
Don't read this at night. Not a very wise idea. Not wise and just plain not very intelligent if you're looking to catch and early flight or you have work.
Thanks.....me and my fucking curiousity.
;_
-V

It takes you how long to get back to me?

So I apply for a said job in June. The fuckers don't get back to me till July.
Fuck bags!
Just have some person call.
It isn't fucking rocket science.
Are you growing frustrated with HR and other bull shit. I am .
I wish we could just shoot them with an awesome rocket to a different planet. Then they can practice their 'ya know no-call bullshit there.
I am up to let's see now....108 or 9 jobs applied for.
This job climate isn't fun.
I lower my standards and nothing. I apply for good jobs and nothing.
I need  to relax and re-evaluate some strategies or something.
Maybe I should eat more tuna so I can become a Dolphin like Randy in South Park.
Maybe I should eat more blueberries to enhance my mind.
Maybe I should eat strawberries to become red and go hang out with the Jell-O man.
I am not sure what the fuck I can do.
-Disgruntled patron of the fucking court.

Getting too many songs

Am I moving to fast with my music.
Or do I just have a fairly large broad range and eclectic flavor of music?
Today I was listening to the song from Frozen.
Frozen was an deserved to be the best animated film of the year. It had everything. A passable story line. Two great characters and Olaf.
I don't care what you say about Olaf. I loved the snowman.
Anyway I listened to Let it Go from Frozen and then automatically switched to Lady Attenbellum.
Also, there was some infused Meshuggah thrown in for good measures.
I just discovered a band called Magic. So that's in the line up for realz.
Yessiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!
Do you have crazy music tastes?