Daddy's Got a Brand New Bag.

My new attitude of being more aggressive and less deferential has taken hold a little, my personality has shown a little change, but only in my family. :( I scream and yell like a madman at home but with strangers I am quiet and meek. My brother complains that it seems that I am always trying to prove a point, and I am. I feel like every moment I breathe I have something to prove. I feel like noone else believes in me, but I do. I feel like everybody laughs at me secretly; well I want to give them reason to laugh - nervously, right before they soil their pants. If I annoy someone or put them off, in the big scheme of things what does it matter? I can't afford to shy away from confrontation anymore. I have got to stand up and take responsibilty and deliver. Before I chose not to talk the talk but attempted to let my walking do my talking. Now I am going to strut. I am not your whipping boy, your dust rag, your door mat, or your toilet paper. In fact, you should take care that you don't become mine. I just thought that I'd let everybody know.

I need to do a dramatic overhaul of my resume. I complain about Intuit wasting my time, but the problem in every area of my life is self-doubt. I believe that I will be a success, someday. Not today, I need to finish my three year self improvement program. If I don't believe in myself now why should anybody else? I am selling myself short.

I saw the Terminator 3 Trailer, and I am disappointed. Once again, John Conner (Connor? How do you spell that?) is confronted by a killer cyborg from the future sent back to kill him in the present. Again, he is protected by "AHHHNULD" the original Terminator. The very least I would expect is that Vin Diesel would be the new Terminator; but no, they have some anonymous chick playing the new Terminator. Where is Diesel!! Worst of all is the tired plot that the screenwriters have forced upon the public. Please can we come up with a new storyline other than cyborgs from the future come to kill us in the present? This brings me back to one of my most persistent laments - someone paid these people millions of dollars to make a movie that is a wretched pile of stinking, bovine excrement.

I saw Tyler, Texas today, the Rose capital of Texas. I installed exit signs in a bank, Interesting work if you can get it. I also discovered that the laws for electrician's licences in Texas are just as jacked up as all the other laws.

Terrorists arrested less than 10 miles from where I live.

We're going to war.

Trent Lott's recent troubles are really just the tip of the iceberg of a big problem in the Republican party. There are a large number of racists who support Republican policies. Southern Republicans are often guilty of courting these votes. I'd like to believe that these men aren't racists, but I don't know. What I'd like is for Republicans to tell these people that they don't want their votes. The real reason blacks are not voting Republican is that they don't want to vote for the same person that the Klan did.

This is a great thing, the Baby Bells can go sod themselves for all I care, but what if your Broadband internet service comes from DSL? Which for the most part can only come from your local Baby Bell? The Baby Bells are here to stay because any new internet technologies will be forced to piggy back on the Baby Bell's last mile.

The ugliest car on the planet.

Interview with Intuit again today. I am getting ready by lifting weights. I doubt weightlifting will do much for my mental preparedness, but pumping iron makes me feel good. I have also decided to not wear a suit this time. I am beginning to think that wearing a suit made me look stiff; Intuit is a casual work environment. Oh well, I am going back to the weights.

One of the things I like most about Equilibrium, is that the filmmaker was unafraid of making the audience feel the pain of loss. Usually storytellers use outlandish circumstances to rescue people in the story that the audience will care about but Equilibrium does not. You end up feeling the same way as Christian Bale's character.