90-Min Netflix: Survivor - And Parenting to be Social - 2 More Bad Ideas

Who to curse today:

• The American culture of traveling youth summer sports?
• The Champaign and/or Urbana Chamber(s) of Commerce?
• The hotel's owners sending someone to see if we are staying on our feet and off our phones?
• Well, the fucking parent who just whipped out the acoustic guitar for starts.

Is it that we have to live with our neighbors the reason why kids younger than twelve have to travel to play baseball? I am not an advocate for AAU ball, but at least you know those kids are trying to physically earn a discounted education. Kids that lack teen in their age, can they be focused enough? Do they care about being better than anyone else in the state?

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Personally, I loved playing only in my township. As a kid who was bullied a bit, but stuck to the main lesson of "The Karate Kid", those games were my only chance at vengeance. Unless a kid from Marquette Heights gave me some chin music or spiked me sliding into second, why would I want to see him humiliated? Hell, during my amateur/illegal wrestling/boxing days, it gave me an ego boost knowing some motherlover thought they had to fight cheap to beat me.

From the sound of it, it is solely about amusing the parents. We are not on the road to party. We are supporting our kids. It is just a bonus that we feel we can abandon all our responsibilities and considerations when we are renting our roof for a couple of nights. It is about time someone else answered my kids stupid questions.

I guess that sums up the initial paragraph. They are strangers, we are not going to see them again. To hell with their hearing and comfort. They suck for lacking kids.

It then leaves me to wonder if the Chambers think the locals are masochists. Why would you let assholes give you headaches? I know cash which then answers why I am standing for 13 hours today.

You would hope management would pass on considerations to auditors, like he was already standing for four hours. Then again, they have me being solely responsible for the satisfaction of 350 people. So, more reason I cannot wait to get a year in to then move on to bigger places, or liquor stores that pay the same.

I have not eaten anything today. Might be a wise thing to stick to. It is that or eat healthy.

My body is finally rebelling against me for a 24-hour Wednesday. 15 hours of sleep over three days, so I am overdue. The soul is willing, but the body is week. Despite the lack of stomach content, the back end is emptying and I think a popcorn hull in my gum ruptured something in there.

You might not dig my satire pieces, but you gotta respect my movie reviews. Popcorn abscess to watch a dry Milla Jovovich movie, please honor my sacrifice.

Survivor - A Title You Earn from Watching This

Check out the rest of review at "Ninety For Chill: A More Acceptable Runtime"

MFK: Pinterest, Aging, Lords of Acid...There are no good high schoolers

Since they seem to be ran by Google, can you put Pinterest in your spam folder?

That will be my excuse for not publishing any new blogs yesterday. The only reason I created a Pinterest account was to have access to seemingly copyright free images fill up space on blog entries. It is my obsessive compulsive disorder at its finest. If you are going to send me ten e-mails in a week, then I am going to make sure every web page of blogs is symmetrical. As long as the image expresses my nerdiness, no need to worry about the context. Context does not exist on the Internet anyhow.

Otherwise, I am in some bad shape. The count down to 40 took nearly a week to get over and kicked off thoughts of another clock ticking down in my significant other. Thus, I cannot go on the Roe v. Wade rant that I had started to develop the prior week in this blog. Abortion and my actual opinion on "SLC Punk" are going to be my unfinished business it seems.

From being down about what my girlfriend seemingly needs from me to make our relationship better, primarily certainty (all I want is no crumbs in our beds, on our floors and carpets, and devotion to the ideas of our lady and savior AOC), I knew that I needed to go and be the free spirit running away from any long term planning and get my ticket for Lords of Acid and Orgy the next day. And if my lover blowing off my experience in the meat packing center of Chicago when I finally got to see her after two days was not enough punishment for that decision, the immune system faltering was the cherry on top.

KFC on the way up to Chicago did not help either. Upon checking into my hotel, it took a half hour before my stomach was settled before I could head out from Tinley Park to the Bottom Lounge. Losing an hour of sleep, having to call the previous night early, "WWE Fast Lane" to catch up on tomorrow. How am I going to sound snarky about New Japan Cup brackets when I call into the Wrestling Compadres Slamcast Hotline?

Regardless of the price that I am perceiving, the show was worth it. Orgy may have embraced being a one-hit wonder too much. Especially when that one hit was written by New Order. Jay Gordon did not really put much effort into the industrial rock look. His appearance was more of your traditional 90's skater rock guy sans the frosted tips. If 300 pound men in the audience went to the trouble of checking their heavy winter coats to wander around in fishnets, surely you can equal their game.

Or me leaving my fishnets and pleather pants at home just made him jumping up and down next to me in the crowd during the "Blue Monday" sing along was just a reflection of my own lack of effort.

Lords of Acid was awesome. It actually felt like a new industrial rock experience solely because I forgot that all of their tracks are about sex. This leaves me wondering how to smoothly transition a few tracks on my girlfriend's next birthday mix CD. After closing last years with Stephen Lynch's "Kill a Kitten," I must surround "Pussy" closing this disc with an industrial track to start it and lead into the finale.

My surprise by the sex-centric nature of the Lords catalog must come from only seeing the middle ground of the scene with acts like My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult and Pig. KMFDM is all about their loud leftist message. Raymond Watts was going to throw in some KMFDM's tracks into his show to even out messages like "Find it! Fuck it! Forget it!" and TKK had those tracks that can be featured on action movie soundtracks.

Lords may have a one track mind, but it was hit after hit with an intensity that you could dance to, but if the crowd is to big, a few hops are acceptable. They are a band I need to further appreciate, especially since they are the first industrial act I have seen with a complete band (KMFDM seems to skip the bass, TKK no drums, and Pig left something out). Galen Waling's drumming may have been the best I have seen live since Tommy Lee 22 years ago.

Sinuses were a little relieved to get out of that crowd, and I seemed at home in the empty streets of Chicago. Leaves me thinking that maybe I am looking for experiences instead of friends. Like minded people are nice, but knowing that I can still capture accomplished sensations might be enough. Hence my ambitions to move on to heavy sensory and scary places. When you are effectively a nihilist, what is the worst that can happen to me?

It is probably no worse than a dealing with a quiet night interrupted by a hundred kids preparing for a late night Model United Nations event in a 50 person meeting room. The run on our over priced sweets as I am trying to count my drawer for the shift change makes you turn an emotional 180 on the vacant yet sold out hotel I was watching.

What are our property tax dollars being spent on? Like we need a uniform UN format for high schools. Despite being a trivia expert, scholastic bowl is trivial, but it encourages learning. Speech and debate teams are art forms, so every school should have them. And these events do the exact same things as Model UN. Something needs to be cut or we need legalized marijuana to justify all three. The pot will pay for them and allow us a mindset to come up with, "kids should be like...politicians man."

It may be a great civics exercise, but you already have student governments. These UN teens are role playing, not passing down legislation. Why do they all need to gather together? To show that there are like minded nerds?

Needless to say, I got to wait on a few Asperger's kids who are put in these groups to be social instead of parents taking the time to prepare them to act in acceptable ways. Do not buy a candy bar with a $20 bill and leave the clerk stuck at his post instead of addressing other concerns to answer how he organizes the cash in his wallet must be one of those rules.

Who knows? "The Predator" might be right and they are the next stage in evolution. Their method to eliminate those who are not on the spectrum is to have us lose our temper and get incarcerated over it. You almost have to admire the toughness needed for that to work.

I really should not be so down on these kids. It is just that their fun is something I have to take responsibility of, and these kids...and 1 out of 3 regular guests of the franchise(s)...are taking that for granted. My biggest problem is that there are so many more minors than drunks in this world. Drunks only come at you one at a time. High schoolers come in hordes. Negate one request, you then have to become a teacher to explain why they are wrong for further pursuing their request.

My dad suggested that teaching may be my future. Underpaid is my destiny.

MFK: Wisdom Teeth, A Livable Wage, Commitment...more tasteful than a take on Roe v. Wade

What is worse: crappy coworkers or being poor?

Working in the hospitality industry, I think it is being poor. My experience is that you are either underpaid and abused by the guests or overpaid and abused by management. Since moving to Champaign/Urbana, developing an exit strategy is a must just to stay sane.

It kind of makes me feel out of place. The Peoria attitude made it so staying there was spirit crushing. I could have probably gotten a great deal of hours working in hospitality to afford to stay there, but alienation would not be worth it. That is sad because there are a lot of things about the town that I love, but no one to love it with.

That vibe kind of sums up CU Living, at least for me. It is my fault in that case. I traded the search for a lovely last call lush for a crafty Christian crazy (sorry, love the alliteration). The lifestyle is not bad (twice the cats), but there is culture that I am missing out on, and paying the price for. Making the same money living down here as I was in the HOI will not allow me to enjoy said culture even if I was not covering shifts for crappy coworkers.

I was a year younger than the person in question when I got my wisdom teeth removed. My parents let me have...maybe...two servings of Vicodin the day of surgery and expected me to be back on a forklift unloading semis for Caterpillar the next morning. The only reason I think that sounds crazy is because of I had two forklift accidents in that year alone. Otherwise, only a doctors note or a manager sending me home (they frown on vomiting regardless if you are busting your ass or not) had kept me away from my workplace.

This coworker had already had those malicious molars two days before the day I covered for them. 12 hours I really needed sometime to decompress before returning to the place where I was over ran by speed skating families when housekeeping was four hours behind on having their rooms ready.

Good folks, but the angry Central Asians who demand a wide selection of cookware guaranteed me angst. The angriest was insisting I give them my general managers personal number. At least he did not blame me.

And then there was the walking of remaining guest because ownership decided repairs could not wait till after 12 pm the following day. Needless to say, I will not be making any Facebook friends with the staff here, regardless of how cool they are. Who knows? I may get in trouble at the retail job for describing the coworker in question.

Hence, I will hold off on reason two that they needed the day off. Why they listed the rest of the days off they had is beyond me. Are they trying to show that they are clever? They said the surgery left them near unable to talk, but if you ever heard them talk, it would not be a loss to anyone.

So the Illinois House passed the gradual minimum wage increase. When is the Senate going to follow suit? It has been over two weeks. With undisciplined retail compatriots and guests who expect me to deliver them what they think they deserve (one just left asking us to accommodate a change in her room needs and because we gave her what she needed instead of what she wanted but would not work, she should get a discount), I need something to give me some hope if I cannot leave this all behind for the Liberal Pacific States.

Can anybody offer me a place to submit piece on the expansion of abortion terms? Anybody want to get involved with my pro-wrestling zom-com B movie "Main Event of the Dead?" Comment or email russthebus07@gmail.com

MFK: Therapy, Burlesque, @MainEventZombie

Ignoring your kids will not make them less annoying. They will also not be my responsibility if they get injured jumping off of the hotel's decorative plaster. I keep putting off a YouTube dive into juvenile MCL/ACL blowouts.

What awful parenting. If you can successfully block out your kid's shouts, the little shit is either spoiled or left to his own device all the time. You are just plain neglectful and an asshole because you expect us to do the same.

I might need to move to a town with true residents. Too many people are living in apartments down here. "We do not have the space for a birthday party, but I know this hotel does." Party coordinator is not in my job description.

And now the mother shows up from her room to coral the little one. I guess I know who actually tries to deal with the constant calls for attention. She must have needed a break. It almost make me want to pull up the guest information and post the father's name in the event of divorce. If the court wants to use maineventofthedead.com as a source of evidence in a custody hearing, at least this website would serve some purpose. No one is sending suggestions to help me out in finding a way to promote my B-movie pro-wrestling zomcom, Main Event of the Dead, I would be happy to send you a treatment if you e-mail me at russthebus07@gmail.com.

No, I am not going to risk this job by calling out bad parents. That risk is reserved for when a Hotel Harriet comes to the property. With so many birthday parties, that is bound to happen.

It is just about to be 7:45 pm on Saturday, November 10, 2018. That mean it was a redundant news week and that my purse strings are finally feeling the pinch going into the holiday season. Thankfully, the new job makes my weekly income more secure, but the other job seems a little too overly prepared to not abuse its employees until it is absolutely necessary.

I like the job, so it pains me that I can not post the name of the company that is associated with that rave review. This compassion could send the stock up or it could plummet when consumers go, "that's why I cannot get help with finding an out-of-print LOL Doll." Regardless of my appreciation, I could use a little abuse to get that money I was not making last year a little bit sooner.

The week seemed unusually busy for me. I had two days off, but I was unable to get anything out of the buy-two get-one free video game deal from the previous week. Oh the time it takes to vote and spend your Hot Cash at Hot Topic. My girlfriend was in a constant state of panic fearing things would not go well with her most recent craft sale. Happily the fears were unfounded. But said fears gave me a little more time to myself. "The Ultimate Cut" of Zack Snyder's "Watchmen" on Wednesday and a trip to the seedier side of Peoria on Thursday.

It was pretty productive trip. Not many of my friends at Big Al's were working, but one of my best was. This was a good night just letting me vent about my existential conundrum without someone immediately telling me I cannot off myself.

It was five years ago that I was still screaming on social media for help/advice/concern with my seeming shagged life. And it was five years ago that I unfriended all of my family, so that I would not get locked up or scolded by the insensitive ones, which I hate to say may be all of them. I am not trying to speak ill of them, empathy just does not come easy to them and I think only a couple would dispute that.

The point is, when someone feels like they are at the end of their rope, you may snap their neck if you pull them from the ledge suddenly. Like Spidey and Gwen I suppose. I use to have friends who knew that but they are either dead or too consumed dealing with those who panic about them to help me out.

The only person who reads this blog for certain now is my girlfriend and she is predisposed to lack empathy at least with humans. Come on Champaign Humane Society, let her take in all the kitties she socializes for you. I really want to meet Einstein the biter. Before that, it was my friend at Al's that I have been getting reacquainted with the last month. And now it feels like I need to drive back to remind her of the blog, but I can definitely understand if my significant other does not want me traveling to a strip club in the name of public relations.

My pal at the Al was kind enough just to bullshit with me and not deny me the time to think about how the state of my current mind is going to lead to a 20th century American satirist end be it bullet or booze. She asked questions about what I think I needed for me to feel comfortable with who I am and gave suggestions on how I could move forward and still be the suicide-romancing me. It was better than any therapy session that Blue Cross Blue Shield ever paid 80% of.

I consider myself an open-minded guy. Perhaps all psychology majors should minor in burlesque and need to perform for a couple of years as strippers instead of getting residencies. You got to relax your audience before you break open their skull. Maybe I would have followed my therapists demand to kiss my dad's ass to get back in at Caterpillar if I was turned on or ironically laughing at his performance.

The trip kind of revitalized me brainwise. A little pricey, but as Silk Spectre II said in "Watchmen," "I'm used to getting up at 3 in the morning and doing something stupid."

Putting that quote down leaves me thinking that I just wish more people understood the stupidity. I guess child rearing is safer and biologically proves you were there. But, if you could create a cat breed and get it named after you, is that not the same thing? Dogs are better at playing catch than I ever was.

If there is fun to be had without wiping asses, shouldn't more people be like me?