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Rise and Fall, RAGE and Grace

Posted on September 22, 2010

Well, hello world. How the hell are you? When we last parted ways, the site was infected with some sort of virus that was spiraling out of control, and I had taken it offline to try and remedy the situation. I expected a 72-hour turn around. Yet, here we are -- more than 3 months later. Where'd I go?

I dug in to do some work and found that this festering virus had scrambled and garbled a signficant portion of my older posts. It wasn't anything that was unfixable. It would just require man hours proofing and editing as opposed to the semi-automated way I was going to cure this silliness by exporting my posts as a (as far as I know) uninfectable source file, and reinstall wordpress and plugins from scratch.

The download was done. The new database was created. While comments were going to be lost, I was confident I could get it rebuilt quickly. Locally (meaning, in the website's Parent Folder on my computer), I was all ready to go. All the was left was to delete the garbled mess and re-insert my original words if I could remember those final words. I began reading, analyzing, considering, and re-considering the words I had written...some as much as three years prior as a much younger, immature, unmarried, and overall unrefined young man.

My path to correct a technical error led me on an intrinsic exploration of how I felt then compared to how I feel now -- and how my beliefs and perceptions of the world around me had changed in the previous year based on the events of my life (the triumphant, the tragic, and even the traumatic). Those of you that read more than five of my posts know that I am opinionated, unapologetic, brash, and often crossed the line in how I treated those that disagreed with me -- especially if that person expressed their dissent in an unprofessional manner (a standard that I did *not* hold myself to -- which was hilariously frustrating when I posted a slanted viewpoint to get a rise out of a specific population of people).

I'm a few years older, a few years wiser, so what? I agree. One way to show true naivety would be to speak of deep personal growth in three short years. I'm certainly not saying that by any stretch of the imagination. Have my stars changed so much in that time that, perhaps, my thoughts, opinions, or views have shifted dramatically? Not really. What opened my eyes was the stark contrast in my voice from February 2007 to February 2010. While I had the occasional bright spot where I showed a glimpse of maturity, like the very popular post "The Worker's Plea," it was negated when followed by a post where I disassembled a commenter's opinions for disagreeing with me and handled it by posting his picture, real name, email, home address, and home phone number. It was funny to me then. Hell, it's funny to me now, but these days, I at least have the common decency to realize it's wrong and gains nothing for the site.

So, what's the point here? Well, I have a few goals here. As you can probably tell, this is not wordpress. I am using this now as a vessel to teach myself ASP.NET -- I have plans to implement several functions on this site to flex those dotNet muscles. I also aim to use it to catch up the world on what all their favorite pharmacist accomplished in the last three months. To sum up: A move, a new house, a huge mortgage, a new job, another new job, an additional state license, and much, much more.

As far as the archives go, consider the majority of it as lost (even though it's not). Much like the Worker's Plea above, I have the backup of the posts. While not convenient to access and pull from, I do plan on pulling out my best, most popular pieces of writing and sharing those....as I expand in my programming skills.

I don't have a public email address as of yet. After being pestered by 30 people on AIM in the past two hours, I've recreated "webmaster[@at@]theangriestpharmacist.com" for emails. I'm not sure I want to add that level of access again as it often became so bogged down that I was weeks behind in replies. No telling on response time to emails. Therefore, if you would like, try and catch me on AOL Instant Messanger. TheAngriestPharm seems like a good place to start. No promises on availability. Just loose promises for fresh, relevant content on this site which is sure to be down a lot, buggy as hell, and have the potential to kick my tail for trying to expand beyond html.

Movie etiquette

Posted on July 26, 2008

I recently went to the movies. I, of course, went and saw The Dark Knight. I enjoyed the movie, but as I embarked on my experience, I noticed from start to finish that people are either complete assholes or flaming imbeciles. With this post, I hope to help quell some of the emotions (anger) that I am feeling right now.

First and foremost, at blockbuster movies you are going to have to get there early to get good seats. I arrived about 45 minutes before showtime to I could sit in the back, upper section...in the middle of course. If you get there late, I don't feel sorry for you having to sit your ass in the front section. Along the same lines, since I arrived 45 minutes early, if I see your ass running to the door as the start letting people in, I am going to kick you so hard your prostate will shatter.

Now, moving right along, let's talk about the seating in general. There's about 220 seats in the giant digital screen theaters these days. The Dark Knight and other big movies will fill every fucking seat. Meaning, when you go in don't leave a fucking seat in between you and the next schmuck. It's a pain in the ass, and it does nothing but cause problems. Seriously -- I am sick of Americans and their insatiable need for personal space and property. Are you really that scared that your arm might touch another human being's elbow? Fucking crap people...Just sit next to someone, that way when people come in after you they don't have to stand at the end of the row saying, "is that seat taken??" over and over again.

I saw 2 couples to my right leave a space in between them...in The Dark Knight...where every seat will be filled. Finally, some smartass, not unlike myself if in the same situation, came in and said whilst pointing, "You and you, move down so the rest of us can sit..." -- The quickly moved down -- hopefully they realized they were idiots -- and since they are idiots I claimed the armrest as my own...

Finally, don't even bring your fucking cell phone. You don't need to talk. You don't need to text. You don't need another opportunity for me to hate you and think that you are a fucking asshole -- I already do. If I built/owned a theater, you can bet your ass I'd line the ceiling and walls in copper mesh to keep all radio/cellular signals OUT of my place of business. That'd be the only way to keep the modern-day hippster off of his phone for 2 hours.

It never fails, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of some prick pulling out his iPhone...checking his email or some other stupid bullshit that could've waited. Just don't even fucking bring it. Seriously...

Damn Bicycles

Posted on May 3, 2008

I was driving home tonight, and I came to a "T" in the road. I was turning right. A bicyclist flew across the intersection the same way I was headed. I was nowhere near hitting her, but she ran the stop sign plain and simple. I made my turn, passed her in the left passing lane, and proceeded. She ran another fucking stop sign -- passing me up. I made my way past her another time and got to the light....She didn't run the light, but I rolled down my window.

"IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE ON THE FUCKING ROAD, YOU NEED TO FOLLOW THE RULES OF THE ROAD. STOP RUNNING FUCKING STOP SIGNS YOU STUPID BITCH"

She rattled off some inane babble about "did you see that red car right in front of me? were you watching that red car???"

I think she was implying that since she was tailing a red car very closely, that the red car's stop counted as her own. Readers, I can assure you that while, in theory, this sounds correct -- she is in fact a stupid, dumb bitch and needed a good kick in the cunt...which I would had delivered had I not be on a very important mission to get home and drink beer.

Attention bicyclists! I can accept your hippie ways. I can become accustomed to your unwashed hair and your vegan lifestyle for the betterment of 'mother earth' -- but, when you're on my fucking roadways, you obey the laws of the road you hippie scum. I don't give a fuck how much you are reducing your carbon imprint...or mine!

If I had hit that fat, pear-shaped slut, my ass would have been in trouble...not hers. The cops wouldn't have said..."Ohh she ran the stop sign...have a nice day!" They would have said, "You hit a pedestrian? I'll see you in hell, motherfucker!" Then I would have been locked up.

Stay on the sidewalk, off my roads, and off my fucking last nerve.

Next time I'm going to door-check that sperm-burping whore....

Mind Your Own Business

Posted on April 26, 2008

The Angriest Fiance and I visited a local eatery tonight. Not a high priced place like PF Chang's, but we certainly weren't at McDonald's. Quite frankly, I think the place is into witchcraft. I saw their delicacy of choice in a large tank of dihydrogen monoxide when I entered, and they were brownish black. Yet, when they served me a dead one to eat, it was obviously bright red. Either they are wikken-kind or someone has some talent with the paint brush in the kitchen.

All kidding aside, it was 9pm. It was an odd assortment of customers. We sat across from a black man and woman. It was her birthday. Our waiter was amazing. He was polite, quick, and always around when he needed to be. Anyway, it was the lady's birthday - she was rewarded with a free daiquiri for her achievements.

As our wonderful waiter was serving us our salads and asking us if we needed anything else, our neighbor across the aisle decided that he needed my waiter's attention more than I did. I guess he didn't notice the fact that I had a male waiter, while his server was most definitely a female. Nonetheless, he let out a resounding, "Excuse me!" while a salad was being placed before me. In pure Angriest-Pharmacist fashion, the waiter ignored the man like he was a fart in the wind. After we were tended to, the waiter's response was perfect. He acknowledged the man (barely), told him to wait just a second as he returned the "serving table" to the back, and walked away. He never returned -- however their waitress came by a few moments later. I found this absolutely hilarious.

Finally, they brought out our main course. I proceeded to chow down on my feast before me. As most may know, there is some splatter involved with food that lives in water. You break a hard shell to get to the sweet, succulent, heroin-like substance within. I'm also a very, very, very messy eater. I got a little on me...and my date. She was not as amused as I was.

Our neighbors thought my entire meal was quite funny. They giggled and laughed. Hell, I think they pointed. It was pretty fucking irritating. I'm not sure why someone would spend more time watching someone else eat than staring at their own food and their own wife's tits. I hope they enjoyed my dinner - I did.

Moral: Keep your eyes on your own fucking plate.
Tip on $50 check? $15 for service. $5 for ignoring rude ass people.

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