Welcome to 2020, I’m your host, Dan Rather!

I talk about things, work, friends, projects, that kind of thing. Your kind of thing!

Holy shit, if he does NOT make that joke, I’m going to be so pissed.
So, how was your New years? Like mine, uneventful, kinda like the rest of the holidays, but I do have some slight changes to the usual programming. Annnnd that’s right… I keep forgetting that I have this thing, and rather than use  this  platform ot vent my various complaints and or treasures, I choose to instead post pointlessly bad videos and tweets that go unnoticed for a while and now I’m sad.
But, not anymore, thanks to the power of Arabian fucking coffee.
Yup.
It’s gon’ be like that today.
Anyways, I’ve been working my as off at amazon and aside from the ride situation changing for the better, apparrently, I now have a group I hang out with, well, I’ve got several groups I hang out with, but one more consistantly than the others. The weird thingis, I dunno how it all, oh wait- Yes, yes I do.
Think it might’ve been during that wonky period of time where I’m just extra flirty or something, happens every once in a while. But I just told this one gal, V, that I didn’t know what it was about her, but I liked her. And it’s true. There’s something about her I can’t put my finger on, but it’s there.
Anyways, I think I met her friend, A, first, and we had a quick conversation about something or other, then after shift, I talked her V, and then after that I introduced myself to I.
Weird thing is, thanks to I’s  wanting to hang out after shift, I now have a group of peeps That I hang out with after shift. Which is refreshing, but at the same time a bit worrying. Now, don’t get me wrong, these women are fucking amazing, and I’m really thankful I’m friends with them.
Just old paranoias and what not.
The reason I flit from group to group has something to do with a fear of rejection if interest in a gal is expressed, and then it just becomes slightly awkward, so I subconsciously fade away for a few weeks to let things cool day and act as if it’s just normal.
It’s the built up anxiety of repeated rejections and the knowledge and slight annoyance that that’s just going to be a part of things. And I really love working for Amazon.
But it really is a small town unto itself, so there is lies the problem, or, I don’t think it’s a problem, just something I’m slowly but surely pushing through.
2020 is going to be a new year, I’m no longer attached to Ashley, though the memories are bittersweet, they are slowly fading into the hazy fog that is the past.
Though I don’t believe I’m ready for dating, my subconscious has other ideas, and I’ve been noticing slight changes in my behaviour that supports that theory.
At the same time, I really do need to have some kind of social life, so if hanging out with friends after work is the way to do that, who am I to complain?
Besides, love is love, though it might be unreliable, love always finds a way. And just like every Jurassic Park movie, love is the T-Rex that will fuck yo sadness up in terrifying and hilarious ways.
Well, might as well dive into this. Or not, I’m still trying to sort everything out myself, but I think my problem is I over think things, and sometimes, I just need to dive into the deep end, and say “Fuck logic, I will enjoy mustard and toast at the same time!” Or maybe that’s my subconscious way of trying to deflect from the realization I might just have feelings for someone, and I’m slowly ramping up to asking them out.
The weird part is that it won’t be over a dating app. Which is just a fucking thing of its own.

That aside, I’ve started working on weird little pipe cleaner figures I like to call Piplaeners, why? Well… I don’t know why, but there awesome, and I’m slowly world building with every one that I create. Let’s see if I can pull a few up.80831662_471927350176422_7036172946527748096_n80900903_834241123681085_7729425855453069312_n80811702_2546410082263326_6814933365725069312_n80697408_3717571861618355_8067890323717619712_n80272528_590025335152853_5579368598624796672_n80357608_2566402456747613_7203153398026207232_n

I really like making these. They honestly don’t take that long to make and I’ve gotten down to a science, but so far, I’ve got the Golden King, The Red Queen, the Cursed Prince, the Queens Guard, and Dequadra.
Haven’t figured that one out yet. And it’s my newest work too! I’m also working on a massive one and I’m still planning out, and with every Piplaener made, I discover new ways of making them sturdier, I might actually have something going here!
Kind of exciting when you think about it!

Youtube’s still a thing, and I’ve now got a podcast going, which, I should really get cracking on the next episode, god I’m so bad at procrastinating…

Dear Amazon

Since i’ve been working for you for almost a month now, (almost said a Moth, mua ha ha… Why is evil laughter needed!?) I’ve noticed a few things, and I’ve learned a few things:

  1. Your facilities need a way for people to see the sky when working. Hear me out, I’ve done some thinking on this one, at first I was like “Make the cieling a window into our souls!” but then I realized how fucking stupid that sounded and went with the OBVIOUSLY super better awesome of building an FC with the ceiling being covered in large screens, those screens would be connected (Hardwired of course, if you did wifi signal, it’d be easy enough for any assfuck with a whitehat training program to stream porn 24/7 and wouldn’t THAT be fucking amazong?) into a series of upwards facing cameras that would capture the transitions from night to day, giving your FC a future look that’d remind people of HARRY FUCKING POTTER!
  2. Let’s talk about Jams, those fucking things that stop work flow and piss people trying to get their rate up for whatever the fuck reason. Okay, the robosorts y’all have lining the place are fucking amazing, I feel like if you wanted to, y’all could make a prize grabber game that actually doles out the prizes. Anyways, that aside, the problem with the sorter is that it spews out products left and right, and I get that we’re supposed to be fast as fuck boi, but we’re only human, and people can only move so fast, or get distracted by yapping to their friend about the tentidildo they just scanned.
    The problem is the conveyors themselves, they just keep bringing stuff on down like an extra crazy episode of the prize is right, if y’all implemented an AI subsystem that would involve a few sensors here or there and stop at around 12 totes, wait for ten of em to be cleared before sending the next 10 down, you’d find that the sorter stops happen less frequently, and products get to their customers more.
  3. The Rate system, oh my fucking god, this one I have the biggest gripe with. I don’t mind the rate system itself, that fine. what I have a problem with is the fact that in the beginning, I’d be trying to knock out my rate, first thing in the afternoon shift, and suddenly I get waterspidered, which, hey, happy to help out where I can, but at the same time, when the rate system in UR is the determining factor of who stays and who goes, and you never know if you’re going to get waterspidered or not, it gets a bit mindbreaking trying to keep a balance on things. I get that URA’s need to break a certain package amount in order to make rate, but couldn’t the people who decide who gets waterspidered in the first place make it every other day with people they haven’t used?
    Again, all this was explained to me, and I get it, just throwing some quick questions out there. That’s all.
  4. Pre shift and post lunch group huddles need to be a bit more engaging. I get that we’ve got work to do, and I get that everyone’s going to be batshit tired after lunch, but make those huddles a bit more engaging, entertaining, and eye catching. I’m not saying hire and fire Chris Angel on the spot, but hey, that’s be one hell of a MIND FREAK. Anyways, this comes from day after day of watching and struggling to hear the peeps upfront talk about the same things and no one really pays much attention.
    I get it, they’re boring as hell to go through, but at the same time, put some damned spit shine on that sumbitch and make it sing! It’s almost heartbreaking to hear them tap on the mic a few times, beg someone to come lead stretches, and begin with a prepped announcement that reads like a GI82 crapping out graphics for World of Warcraft.
    Announcements are important, and it’s rather unfortunate that people would rather yap their heads off then pay attention to what the higher ups are talking about.
  5. The fucking Vest colors. Orange, Yellow, Neon, Green, Red, and Black. Sometimes pink. This one is a bit of a clusterfuck for those who can’t tell the difference between close, but different colors. Yellow, Neon, and Green. Did you know that there are a crap ton of clashing color combos? They’re pretty fun to mess around with, and I’m sure y’all chose the schemes you did because they offered the most visibility. Anywho, that’s all I wanted to get off my chest for now.

An actual blog! Yay?

First off, fuck you morning wood. You cantankerous bastard. Seriously, you wake up, your dick’s hard, and there’s the cat like, “FUCKING PLAY TIME BITCHES!” and before you know it, your dong’s turned into a very much attached fun time sprinkler. God help you if you have high blood pressure.

Lately, I’ve been working on these pipe cleaner men/creatures, whatever, and I’m pretty decent at making them, nothing fancy, just something to do in my spare time. My problem is when that hobby becomes  a regular thing, just it overcomes you, and you feel like you ABSOLUTELY have to do it., Why? what’s the point?
I mean, yeah, it’s something to do, keeps you anchored, and plus, you get to work on your crafting skills, (1 pipe cleaner needs twenty redstone, a skull, two coal, and dyed wool) but at the same time it’s like if you get TOO good at it, you might want to start selling them, and that’s a whole nother bag of worms right there.

Or not, because it might not be about the pipe cleaner guys themselves, and more about the time it takes to make one. and it does take quite a bit of work to make one the way I like it. True I could just take 7 pipe cleaners and knock out a basic bitch model like that, but where’s the challenge in that? If anything, I’d like to knock out something that I can be proud of, something that I can be like, Yep, I made that shit, took me a while to do, but I made it.

Because this is going to sound weird, but to me, when I make one of those little guys, to me, it’s like I’m creating life, but they aren’t TRULY “Living” until I add something, a little bead, a coin, a ring, something with some history or value, or some weight to it. Not physical weight, but metaphysical, something that attracts the energies of the universe to it. In that regard, I don’t like trying to pop out one everyday, because then, in my mind at least, it reduces the value of the creation. They become less of a unique thing, and more of a “Well, I’ve got some many orders to knock out, so I might as well mass produce these little shits” And that’s not something I want to happen.

Do you ever have something that you’re passionate about, that you love or loved to do so much that it just becomes second nature to you? Same, i love creating things, working with my hands, bending the materials to my will and watching that creation take shape, whatever it may be. I used to write books, then I started working for amazon.

Here’s the thing, writing books takes an ENORMOUS amount of focus, and daily sessions to knock out a book. Working for Amazon, and dealing with as many of the distractions I do, utterly makes that impossible to do. So, I stopped writing them. It came down to a question of “Where should I place most of my focus? What’s the most pressing thing in my life right now?” And, well, that answer for me was keeping my job. Unfortunately, that meant having to let go of the one thing I cherished beyond everything else. The ability to create, to write, to make stories.

So, these pipe cleaner men, these “Liory” are my way of continuing to create stories. Stories only I will know how to truly read, because each one is unique, each one has immense value to me, and from my very soul, I brought them into the world. Seems kind cheesy when you put it that way, but you know what?
I’m a cheesy kind of guy! 😀 I need a book shelf or something to put these little guys on. Hanging on my lap is fun and all, but I need to find a way to display them better.

Dear Markiplier… I know that feeling.

Dear Mark, hi! It’s a me! Morgan, and I just wanted to tell you that the feeling of constantly wanting more when you’ve got everything is perfectly normal, we’re human, it’s our constant drive to be better than who we were the day before that makes us- NO, DRIVES  us to be better. You say that you’ve got everything you could possibly want and more?
What’s the one thing you’re lacking? What’s the one thing you’ve not yet achieved?
Easy, getting married and having a family. That’s what you’re missing out on, that’s the ULTIMATE  let’s play, the grandest of all unboxings, the top tier of all challenge videos, the greatest role you’ll ever play.
Parenting, being a married man, you’ve strived for so much, and accomplished so much, that you’ve yet to see the pond in the middle of the grouping of trees from the forest, you, my good sir, want to raise a family.
The man who has everything, or claims to have everything, has nothing until he creates from his and her body, a being from both. That’s the truest, and purest form of a collaboration ever, and it’s no lie my man. You need to focus on yourself.
Getting older, means looking back and becoming wiser from your experiences, and the clothing brand, Cloak, which you and Sean launched? That’s a step in the right direction, you’re already a brand in and of yourself, you’ve got that going and much more!
Turning 30 means you’ve accomplished something, reached a new goal, become another person in a way. It doesn’t mean saying goodbye to the 20 through 29 year old you, it means welcoming in the new set of skills you’ve yet to unlock! And trust me, after watching your channel from your Shark fin hairstyle days to now?
you’ve undergone the transformation of a lifetime! Do I think you’ll discover this blog? Not by a long shot, do I think writing this will help alleviate my own concerns about growing older?
Every little bit helps….
Growing older can have it’s drawbacks.
You become more concerned about the state of the world, you become more weary, more cautious, more planning and plotting, you become more skilled at the things you’ve never taken notice of before, and honestly? It’s all part of the process of rowing, we never stopped at 21, we’ve only continued, and that’s a great thing! To know yourself is to know who you’ll become just based off of you’re experiences and surroundings. Even if you somehow turn into an antisocial hermit who still lives at home with no drivers license and oh god I turned this into something about me…

fuck it, not like he’s going to read this anyways, and who am I kidding? All those things and more are true. But folks, I’ve gotta level with you, the night shift is fucking killing my creativity, and I’m just fucking wiped out. I was able to write a short story the other day, but that… I guess it worked out? Maybe? I dunno… for the man who has nearly nothing but a job, a place to call home, and a few pieces of tech to his name, what more could I want? Like I was saying earlier. My drive at the moment is killed, I have no sex drive, lol… God I wish that were a joke. Between being terrified of rejection and not being in a relationship… kind of a mood killer, but then again, these things usually are.
But, money’s money, and I ain’t about tah start complainin’ about that kinda thing, you know? Sometimes the greatest thing in the world is to sometimes bitch and moan about how working at Amazon can be a  little bit of a mind fuck.

Starts to drive out who you were before you started working there, little by little. And that’s why you’ve got to anchor yourself, that’s why you’ve got to keep pressing forward against whatever blistering conditions you might’ve otherwise succumbed to. sometimes it feels like I’m not even myself, just someplace else entirely, with no real voice except to agree with everything just to keep moving along. And I guess that’s important too, right? Maybe… No- no doubting myself, no more second guessing or trying to fly under the radar, no more hiding in plain sight, no more of that BS. I’ve hid long enough, and I’m tired of hanging back because everyone else is.

Amazon is about one thing, and one thing only, okay, well, two things, : Customer service and growth.

so, like the company itself, I’ve got to grow as well, and make damned sure that the growth is sustained, my energy levels are fucked at times, so I’ve got to mix together a starbucks cold brew, a monster, and a redbull just to get through the day.  Oh well, i guess that’s the post. Peace.

I see the little things, and fuck em. right in the skull.

Ello, ello, ello, ello! And how are we doing today? i’m going to ramble on a bit because fuck logic and let’s just see where this goes? Yes, we’ll see where it goes! So first off, sorry I haven’t posted in forever, my work schedules been fucking me creative wise for a while, and I figure getting this shit out now is a better use of my time, since I love Amazon and everything the company does, so you know, work where you shop and all will be well? I guess, I mean, pizza guys don’t eat pizza very often since they’rearound that stuff all the tiem and you know, stuff and thangs and work related bull shit. Speaking of which, let’s talk about work related bullshit, shall we?

I’m a UR. No, not an URUK, that’d be a UK based Universal Reciever, anyways, my job, or task, actually, somedays I get trained on a few things at once and I’m like, woot! But my task is to take a box, boop the box, and make things go in order. Too complicated? Fuck nah, it’s simple, but what really fucks me over is te fact that some of the other UR’s in the line I’m working in just let the work fucking float on by, it’s like, seriously? These idiots fucking run around thep lace talking to their friends, play fighting in the lines ando ther shit when boxes are rolling passed them, like do they even care? Are they not understand that while, yeah, rates are fun and all of that, work is fucking work, not a chance to ask fifty fucking questions in a god damned row and slow down whoever the fuck is on the other side of the station because you have some unimportant idiocy going on in your life that you have the need to share. And that’s anothe hting, usually, if I can help it, I’ll try to get placed somewhere in the middle, and that’s great and all, usually in them iddle or at the end, because that’s where the majority of the leftover work tends to fall on the busy days.

Sunday we had these wierd little breaks between boutis of box booping, which is fine, let the work pile up, we boop the shit of the boxes, get them to where it needs ot be going and all that fun shit, at the same time, I’m silently flipping out because the day before a PS gets on my case for going to fast with those boxes of little items that are usually 150 to 200 little things, pretty much a easy game of pokemon where you don’t want to catch ’em all.

Anywho, the gal across from me, bless her heart, K, tells me she’s an LA, and based on what she’s seen, I’m doing pretty well for myself, which is amazing news to hear, because my DR is fucking terrible, and my WR is fucking amazing, so the differencei s fucking crazy, not to mention I finally got around to buying a watch which will save me a shit ton of time not having to look at the time every five minutes wondering when FB and SB are and which one I should take. Speaking of which, Sunday, also learned how to PrEd, pretty simple, no DR or WR to worry about, which is nice, but there’s no variation between booping, but there is a variation in where the stuff goes, so that’s nice, no need to worry about ST shooting it to OB, IB, or the SoTo’s, the AT’s or the DT’s, which is fucking amazing. i’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while, and I needed a while to figure out the lingo, so hopefully, I can nail down a schedule where i’m posting blogs on the regular. Speaking of which, I’ve been cranking out chapters left and right when it comes to Compiling parts, pretty simple stuff.

I haven’t really worked on the game too much lately, my creative’s been fucked, because I sleep, wake up, get ready for the day, go to work, come home, rinse and repeat, there’ve been some days where I get some writing done, which helps out in the long run, but the goals still the same, anyways, it’s getting a bit late in the day and the evenings and nights in the High Desert are a bitch to deal with when it’s cold… Should most likely invest in a head lamp and an extended battery, which I desperately need. Or a new laptop… That might actually go the distance, or try upgrading this one… Need to figure out what parts are compatible with it, no need to spend more money than I actually need to.

Here’s an update to EoB.

20180220_190001Alrighty, so here’s an update for the massive undertaking that is “Evolution of a Blogger” So it booped up from 898 to 916 pages, and given createspace’s page limitations based on book sizing, I think it’s a safe bet to say that instead of one MASSIVE book, like I was originally planning, I’ll probably end up breaking it up into two or three books in a series. So I’ve got word opened up and I’ve created a header system to better organize the fuck out of things, because, as we all know, searching through a fuck ton of pages is a great way to spend time better used editing! Here’s a screen cap:

Okay… Apparently that feature does not fucking work. I’m not angry, I just swear a lot when I’m writing. It’s a bit off putting, I know, but at the same time, it’s like you’re getting to know a very angry Sailor who’s verbally abusive towards an empty bottle of scotch. It makes more sense if you tend not to think too hard about it.

Anyways, the header system actually saves a shit ton of time when trying to keep track of everything, because not only do I have to edit, and keep track of the post titles, because i’m more micromanaging than a South Korean Starcraft player, later on, after everything is all said and done, I have to reorganize everything so that the posts that aren’t in order, are now in order from Oldest to newest, and that’s… Not going to be fun at all… Not one fucking bit, it’s actually stressing me out just thinking about how much work i have to knock out.

But it’s a good, motivational stress that I know for a fact comes with the job. And i’m pretty psyched about the whole prospect. At the moment, I just got into the 2010 blogs, and I dunno about you, but in 2010… ugh. I don’t even want to think about it. Anyways, so here’s how I have things broken down:

Title>Table of contents>Year>Month>Title

It doesn’t make much sense when put like that, not because i’m lazy, but because i just drank half a pot of coffee by mixing three scoops of coffee grounds  and some water into a thermos, swooshed that around, let it sit over night, and drank nearly half of it in the morning. So yeah, moving on, staying focused.

So, There are three levels of Table of Contents:

  1. The MAIN Table of contents which lists the years covered in the book itself.
  2. Those years have their own table of contents, which lists the months covered.
  3. Those months then have their own table of content directing the reader to individual posts.

I figured it’d save a bunch of time in the long run doing that instead of a massive table of content listing every post in order of appearance, because you know how it goes, right? you’re sitting there, scouring the internet for every single blog post you’ve ever made, trying to find the greatest source of them all, because we all have that giant core of blogs that’s our main hub of weird bullshit, then we have our ‘Secret’ Blogs that aren’t on face book. For myself, I have several places where I’ve blogged.

  1. Facebook
  2. WordPress
  3. Blogger
  4. Blogit
  5. Myspace
  6. Pastebin
  7. Twitlonger
  8. Twitter
  9. Discord
  10. Fubar
  11. Black planet
  12. Bigente
  13. Matchdoctor
  14. Adultmatchdoctor
  15. Tumblr
  16. Posterous
  17. LiveJournal
  18. OKCupid
  19. and more…

So far, Word press, blogit, Facebook, pastebin, and others are the largest repository for blogs I’ve posted in the past, and while i’m going to have an Extra’s section, I am also scouring old chat logs and other sources for older posts than 2007… Because I will document every scrap of my own rambling stupidity if it’s the last thing I do!

Though i’m trying to stay focused, I’ve also got a number of other projects under my belt that i’m trying like hell to get published, edited and formatted and off the table. The biggest, thus far was One Shots: Army of the Incomplete, basically a huge collection of short stories that I just kind of left by the wayside for so long that they no longer mattered to me. Sometimes these things were a paragraph long, other times had the potential to become something more than they currently were, but for whatever reason, I just didn’t have the time or focus to work on them like I truly wanted to.

There are some projects with a branching story path, which is why I loved website with a treegraph system in place so I can just pick up where i left off on that particular adventure, but Storymash, Protagonize, and other such giants fell by the wayside.

Sucks, but that’s how things usually are when it comes to creative writing, and unless you update the UI or color scheme for these kinds of websites to reflect modern times, or it’s basically just a big ass bloated monster with many hands writing many things all connected to each other at one point or another, you never truly know the impact such a thing might have, or the hole it’ll leave behind when it’s gone. I just reminded myself to search on those various sites, If you’re interested in seeing what other things i have up my sleeve, feel free to join my discord server, probably the only non-racist server on the platform. I’m also on Sola under Gripmonkey, here are the links to both:

https://sola.ai/gripmonkey
https://discord.gg/7dCKpZu

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