DCepticon - Don't Be That Guy!

Picture in the Post

2006-12-27T09:14:00.000-08:00

What are you looking at?

2006-08-09T10:11:00.000-07:00

Apparently people have been reading this thing. Can't say I wanted that to happen but what can you do. There was a time when there was no outlet for my pent-up agression and ramblings. Here is the blog which will serve as an occassionaly respite from the demands placed on me by the Rorschach Blog.

So if anything strikes me as weird and it just doesn't work on the Rorschach Blog look here. It won't happen often so don't check all that often but if it happens look here. Did that make any sense?

Long Dark Teatime

2006-05-23T09:22:00.000-07:00

As with most blogs in the world this one was started out of a break-up. Poorly maintained and hardly noticed as my creativity and twisted view of art and reality has been channeled into its more successful and better looking younger sibling the Rorschach Blog. Well that part of me that has been emotionally scarred and scared for so long has finally found a reason to re-emerge into the light. You see I am in love again.

For those of you who have been down this path with me before over the course of 20 years of dating and disappointment it seems we have taken this trip together many times. I fall in love she goes crazy in one form or another, or for that matter I panic and ruin it some how, or we both agree that it would be better for both of us not to be together. I would feel bad about this but I know from experience that most of you have done the same thing and for better or worse some of you are still riding that roller coaster.

Here is the thing. I have met someone and she is wonderful. Smart, driven and beautiful, she makes me feel like I can do anything. She is as affectionate as me, she has a sense of humor and above all she is a big geek in the best sense of that word.

When I am with her I don't feel awkward or ugly or needy. I feel as though I can take on the world on my terms and together we will defeat every ogre, giant and long legged beasty that can be shoved in our path. I look into her eyes and I see the man I have always dreamed of being and realize I kind of am him already.

When it works it doesn't feel like work they say. And since I met her I have not so much as sweated, except in a good way.

It has only been a short time and the rose colored sun googles may in fact still be squarely in place and I know there will be challanges, there always are, but for right now, I am happy.

Jillian is my girlfriend.

Trauma

2004-12-09T07:34:00.000-08:00

What the hell?

Cruelty

2004-12-03T13:54:00.000-08:00

There are so many ways you can say no, that don't involve physical or emotional damage to another human being. Gauge your response people there is no need to swat a fly with an a-bomb. Nor is there any way to gauge one person's intentions without actually speaking to them first.

Pirates

2004-12-01T08:15:00.000-08:00

I am currently reading Treasure Island, by Robert Lewis Stevenson. This is the story of a young boy who befriends who is terrorized by one sketchy male role model after another while searching for a buried treasure on an island, thus the title.

While this seems to have been a book read by millions of school age boys since its publication, I some how avoided it until now. It is sort of like being the angry young man who thinks he discovered Steppen Wolfe (either the book, band or theatre company). Here I am at more than twice the age I am supposed to be when reading about Long John Silver and Blind Pew and I am eating it up like candy. Despite, what to a modern reader seems to be, a NAMBLA story of self discovery, I am finding the story to be enjoyable and exciting. I have to say that reading it has resparked the joy in me of talking like a pirate. So Arrr!

Personal Repsonsibility

2004-11-30T09:10:00.000-08:00

Can't imagine why but I feel like I can safely say right now that only 20% of my personal problems are my fault. The other 80% are made up of other people's doubt and troubles. I feel this trend continues all my troubles will be someone elses fault by early Spring of 2005. So three cheers for the other guy and here is to a guilt free existance in time for Easter.

Moving Day

2004-11-23T09:36:00.000-08:00

I have worked at a small to medium size development company for the last four years. The longest I have ever had a full time job in my life. Today we move. I can't say I will miss the confines of the warehouse we have shared with an archive storage business all this time, but I will miss the regular pattern of my life. Up at 7:30, out the door by 8:12 (after Good Morning America runs the News, Weather and Human Interest Feel Good Story of the Morning), walk to the Metro by 8:30, get to Ft. Totten by 8:38. wait with the school children for the bus to leave at 8:50 and arrive at the warehouse by 9:05. It was a pattern it was the way I lived my life. Then at 5:06 the bus took me back to the Metro and I went to my varied and numerous round of evening plans.

I have to say I have always hated a schedule. The idea of day in and day out subservience to an ordered norm makes me feel trapped. And I hate being trapped. So now it is off to the new office with a door and windows and the bus which goes directly in front of my apartment and will have me there in 20 minutes.

Moral Outrage and Otherwise

2004-11-22T11:01:00.000-08:00

Well I have given myself a three weeks and now it is time to express my disgust.

1. Choosing a president should not be based on fear of any sexual act. Bibically prohibited or not.

2. If those pro-lifers are so concerned about babies, maybe they should be concerened with the thousands of children dead or dying in Iraq and Afghanistan. This would also extend to their own children that they seem only too willing to ship off to die in the Middle East at an ever escallating rate. Good job, protecting life as well by electing the guy under whom abortions have escallated because Americans can't afford to feed the kids they got.

3. Where have all the liberals really gone? Are you curled up in small balls under your cover waiting to do something. Well stop it and get out there and be as loud and obnoxious as I know you are. Moderates will be the ruin of the Democrats and democracy. No one ever got stirred up by a promise to keep things the way they are, except the brain dead and those living in the middle of this mess called America.

4. Tom Delay must be put into jail and soon. You can even take Carl Rove with him and they can bunk together. Martha Stewart and Tom Delay walks free, that is the definition of the new America folks.

For now I will continue to espouse my pinko, liberal, pre-Clinton liberalism to everyone and all the time. Hope you all do the same.

What am I doing here?

2004-09-29T14:31:00.000-07:00

Folks this is merely a test to see whether I have it in me to actually blog again. I have an aborted baby blog somewhere in the ether and a hopelessly out of date Web page at www.geocities.com/scottymcc91. But here I go again.

Fancy Pants Elitists

2004-09-29T13:10:00.000-07:00

Fancy Pants Elitists
My Children Shall Rule the World

I think you all know that I have always dreamed of world domination. If I only had a little more ambition I think I would make an excellent benevolent dictator. But let’s face it I am probably well past my window of opportunity. Most of your great world conquerors were already the chieftain, emperor, president or chancellor of something by the time they reached my age. I am enough of a realist to give up on these childhood fantasies of "crushing my enemies, seeing them driven before me and hearing the lamentations of their women and children." I guess the only way the name McCormick will ever fill the hearts and minds of the cowering population with fear and dread is for me to reproduce.

I know I am not what you would call a great candidate for fatherhood. My self absorption. My lack of patience. My intolerance of people. My distrust of anyone under 5 feet tall. Yet I feel it is these very attributes which would make me the ideal father figure for a budding despot. And it seems to me that with a little neglect and just the right amount of gentle instruction in politics and rhetoric, I could create quite a nice little world conqueror.

I can just see my child now, bright eyes, full rich commanding voice and a head full of just the right mix of paranoia and a need for world order. This little tyrant would be the perfect combination of the power hunger born of never really getting the love they needed when they were growing-up, and precise thinking.

I know my desire for world domination may not be enough to get the little one up and ruling the world. After a careful study of what it takes to be a world conqueror I think I have five simple rules for raising a budding despot:

1. The child’s name is very important. No one with the name of Amy, Mason, or Warren will ever take over anything. The name needs to be strong yet hard enough to live with that they will be constantly battling schoolmates because their name sounds funny. Stick with the classics, no need to reinvent the wheel. Napoleon, Julius, and Khan are all acceptable.

2. Toys are the way children learn to emulate their adult role models. Little tykes with their toy kitchens and toolsets will grow up to be little homemakers and mechanics. None of that nonsense for my Napoleon. A small podium, a large globe and a pony for my kid. Why a pony? Everyone knows that kids with ponies grow up to feel entitled and that the world is merely a playground for their petty whims and dreams of conquest.

3. Day care is for the weak. Leaving a child with a large dog does two things which are vital to the development of a child just unbalanced enough to want to rule the world. It teaches them to master their environment and to fear large dogs' which everyone knows is a good lesson to learn and helps build a healthy life-long paranoia.

4. Uniforms, whether their school requires them or not. There is nothing flashier than a six-year-old in a pair of jackboots.

5. Force the child to have wealthy and popular friends who look down on them for their having crazy parents and a wacky wardrobe. No one ever ruled the world because they were liked as a child.

I think you can all tell that I have a pretty clear picture of what my child will need to succeed in this world. And if Child Protective Services will keep their noses out of my business, we can all look forward to a bright future ruled in a truly benevolent yet firm manner. Hugs and kisses.