It's Random Advice Time....

Welcome to another edition of "It's Random Advice Time..."

Today's advice comes from the classic motion picture that is celebrating the release of a special collector's edition; The Big Lebowski...

"The world doesn't stop and start at your convenience, you worthless piece of {Expletive Deleted}..." - Walter Sobchak to Theodore Donald "Donny" Kerabatsos

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So...If Best Friends Were Made of Gold...We Wouldn't Have Too Much Fun...But We'd Be Rich...

I've made a realization. I'm not the center of the Universe though my State-Trooper-Sunglasses-Inspired attitude would have people think that I'm not only the center of mine but there's as well.
I enjoy walking into a room and 'working it'. I mean you walk in and people aren't sure if they should have your permission to talk or if they are free to share their thoughts. I enjoy that. I've been fairly successful at doing that here recently. I enjoy the feeling when everything I say is relevent and bystanders don't feel the need to comment because I've just said everything that needs to be said. My best-friend: Dirks California and I can do it...seriously. Sometimes it's so money that nobody even knows it's happening. We do. That's what matters. They'll come around eventually.
I hope that all of you have a best friend. Someone who you click with so well that if everyone died but you two it would be hard for you to notice. I'm not talking about a spouse or girlfriend or boyfriend...I'm talking about a best friend. Some people are of the school of thought that your husband or wife should be your best friend. I think I disagree. I think we try too hard to impress the man or woman that we want to marry, thus it's more like a job. Any of you who are in or are trying to get into a relationship know that it's work and can be stressful. A best friend is best because there isn't any stress. Infact best friends are the anti-stress.
Dirks and I used to work together before I started working at a new place. I'm doing the same job just in a different section. But he and I anger some of our coworkers. We share a common trait, we are both easily amused. We also laugh at ourselves just as hard as we laugh at other people. People don't understand our humor and often label it sophmoric and write it off. Other covet our humor and our seemingly inexhuastible fun.
That is why I treasure the one I have now so much.
I'm on a business trip now and far away from those I love. That is the seed, this weed of introspection is growing from...

Here's a piece of advice: Friends are only forever if you let them be regardless of geography or circumstance...I Love You all...Piece Out!

I've Been a Bad Friend and an Even Worse Blog Jockey...

So there I was dissatisfied with my job and trying to figure out what I was going to do about it. So I quit. BADOW! I just quit...no just kidding. I asked for a transfer and I got it. So instead of writing for a boring newspaper, which I loved but it got old. I'm going to be a field reporter responsible for updating a website and sending in stories to a couple of different papers. Thus I'm going to be even slower in posting. I encourage everyone to keep checking back because I'm sure I'm going to have some neat stuff to talk about from my travels...In fact I'm headed up to Virginia to cover a story about people camping in Eastern Virginia. If I learn anything cool I'll let you all know. You guys are the coolest those of you loyal readers. To my dear friends you know who you are...Dirks and Sue...you guys rock my face off...I'll see you on the flip side...Piece Out!

The Random Question of the Day

Welcome to another episode of "Random Question of the Day".

Today's Question:

Do Adam's Apples Freak You Out?

Get to thinking about it....

How Much Fun Is Rap Music?...I Dare Say It Is Quite Fun...

I'm branching out with a short post about music. My unabashed whiteness is being compromised by my new found enjoyment of rap music. Forgive me for my lack of knowledge of 'biz terms' but 'southern rap' is what I'm primarily talking about. That music is just fun. Period. Fun. When Tricky Daddy is rapping with Lil' Jon and Twista with Ozzy Ozbourne's Crazy Train intro looped in the background, come on. That's fun. Ludacris' raps are the embodiment of fun. Carefree fun-loving tracks. For those of you that know me this is a step. I was a firm punk/indie fan. The Postal Service, Fallout Boy, just about any Warped Tour band past and present and some metal. I even dabbled in country for a short minute. I think one of the main selling points of Rap is that it's so infused with ego that you can't help thinking that you could
throw-down with anybody and kick them senseless. That is why 'gangstas', not to be confused with Gangsters, which are usually white men in dark suits gleaning most of their income from prostitution, gun running and gambling with occasional assassination sprinkled in for fun, walk around all billy-bronco-buster. The ego is fun until some punk-crank 15 year old steps-up, talking to you like he's going to snuff you if you look at him wrong. But yeah if kept in context, rap is fun. Go out and listen to some rap music. Piece Out.

So Love is an Over-used and Misunderstood Word...My Definition

Love is something we all think we like. We like falling into it. We like being in it. We like thinking about it. Until we understand it, it's the coolest thing. So here it is. Warren's Words o' Wisdom: Love; A man or woman who doesn't need someone, chooses to need them and promises to always be there for them unconditionally. The dictionary.com definition is;
A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
An entirely independant person who doesn't need anyone likes someone enough to decide to need them. Thinking about love that way helps it seem like the honor it is. To be loved. To be loved is an honor, a promise, and a commitment.
Society "loves" everybody. What does love entail? Love, true love is unconditional. That means that person could could do anything and treat you like they don't even know you and you would still love them. Regardless of what they put you through or do to themselves or your relationship you still love them. We should use more discretion when we feel the urge to throw around the 'L word'.
Love in a relationship isn't a 50/50 split. If you and your significant other are each only putting 50% into the relationship then each of you have 50% hanging out somewhere else, not helping your relationship. A success relationship equals both of you putting in 100%. 100% of selfless love and devotion.
When people say they love each other after only knowing each other for a short time or before they even meet each other, they aren't really in love. That "love" means, they see it as a possibility that they may be able to devote enough care and concern, that it might be love. Eventually.
It is better to tell someone that you are interested in, that you like them or that you care about them enough to stick around. If they share your feelings you may be on the road to love but love has to grow. Care and concern are often mistaken for love. There's nothing unconditional about care and concern. But love is forever. That's my spin, let me know what you think. Piece Out.

I'm on a Bad Streak Right Now...It Involves Bad Movies and A Great Friend...

So my ladyfriend, Sue and I have been spending sometime together and I can't find any reason to complain about that. Along with going out a lot we watched a lot of movies...when I say a lot...I mean a LOT. This past weekend we stayed in our grungy clothes and practically lived at the Blockbuster around the corner. I think that we probably watched 15 new release movies in the space of 2 1/2 days. That isn't the streak I'm on. I often watch many movies during my weekend. I can't seem to pick an enjoyable movie to save my life. If someone broke into my house and took my family captive and turned a gun on me and said pick a new release movie that I will enjoy or I'll shoot you. They'd have to shoot me. They'd shoot me right in the face. I'm in a slump. Sue picks great movies. Except one. DeadBirds. That's the name of the movie. Don't watch that movie. It is terrible, but if you want to know what Sue looks like, she looks like the short, fat, hairy man that gets dragged into the well.
I think I'd rather talk about Sue than her ability and my inability to pick a decent movie. I wanted to rant the other day about how I'm tired of women in my 'age group'. The 18-23 crowd. Sue isn't in my 'age group'. She's 14. She's amazing. Just yanking ya. She's a smidgeon (haha smidgeon) older than me and she doesn't let me ever forget it. She never fails to let me know that I was 7 when she was a freshman in high school. The biggest problem with my age bracket is that they don't know what they want. They are still sitting around wondering what they are going to do with their lives. If you asked them where they would be in five years they wouldn't have a clue in hell. I've got much more to say on this topic so keep coming back I'll eventually finish this thread...Take this away from this; let the woman pick the movies and hang out with older girls...not grandmothers...but just a hair older. Piece Out.

Street Racing is a Crime...Embarrassing...And Potentially Dangerous

I enjoy driving fast, I enjoy beautiful women, I enjoy apple pie. The latter has nothing to do with this story. I was mixing the first two this past weekend. Let me give you some back story. My ladyfriend lives near me and we were enroute to Blockbuster Video after dinner. My ladyfriend is not only capable of conversation but is quite attractive and enjoys giving me a hard time. I'm going to be a stingy SOB and not mention her name. My vehicle is the 1995 Golf GTI VR6 that I've mentioned in previous posts. Mix the two of them and you've got a marvelous evening. The two of them don't mind being mixed so long as I don't add a spritzing of random street racing. My friend I'll call her Sue for lack of a better name and so I don't have to keep refering to her as my "ladyfriend". Sue told me all weekend that racing is going to get me in trouble so I've toned it down...but not enough.
I was sitting at a light late Saturday night and heard the car next to me revv a bit. I echoed back with a high pitched revv from my chip-modded 2.8l. He revved again and the light changed. I dropped it and took off. Hitting each of my shift points to maximize the power and put it to the road. I had just hit my point in 2nd and slid it into 3rd when Sue looked over and in the calmest, almost soothing, your dying and that's the voice you want your nurse to have as you slip into the unknown tone she says "Hey, did you know you're racing a Sheriff?"
I can't even describe the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment, fear, and fear again.
He pulled us/me over and came to Sue's window. The first words out of his mouth were "Don't I know you from somewhere?" I told him that I didn't know. He also asked Sue how much she liked getting pulled over. She said that she didn't like it all that much. That was when the embarrassment set in. I felt like the biggest fool. Fortunately he let me go saying that he had a long day and was going home to see his family. I'm not going to bore you with all of the stories but I've had three speeding tickets in the past 9 months. The worst being 85 in a 55 that my lawyer took care of. So here I am forutunately still having Sue as my friend, having my license intact, and my car is still wicked Fast...the moral is to not race various forms of law enforcement officials in their actual squad cars....also if you've got a friend that gives you sound advice; FOLLOW IT!...Piece Out.

Advice For You All...

It's Random Advice Time...Welcome.

"Never plan to repent at the eleventh hour because you could die at ten thirty."

Have a Great Day!

Guys: As A Species We're Not Doing So Great...Nothing Brings This Home Like Christmas...

I've been in my share of relationships and I'm fully aware when my significant other mentions that she wants a particular item for Christmas,Birthday, Anniversary, ETC....I do my best to remember said item so when the event rolls around I'm not the guy I saw in Bath and Body Works the other day. This guy didn't look like he knew if he was supposed to be there buying tires or potpourri. I'm going to guess that he didn't pay attention to the woman in his life or he doesn't know his mom very well. Another thing guys; if your girlfriend or wife mentions how nice it would be to have something. That means they want it and you can either buy it for them or they will use your money later and buy it for themselves. Make the holiday season or whatever the occasion, easier on yourself and make a note about what they want or could use. In my defense; I was at the Mall in BBW's with Dirks' wife because she wanted to pick up some smelly-stuff for their house. I needed to go to the Mall to purchase a French-Cuff shirt for my dad to compliment the cufflinks that mom got him for his birthday and she tagged along. I can't have people thinking inappropriate things about me...
If you are one of those dudes who's ignored your wife or girlfriend all year as to her wants and needs here's a fail-safe Warren Piece Will Bail My Goofy-Hind-End Out of This Jam, Gift Suggestion.
Women until time runs out or Christ returns will be concerned about how they look, feel, smell and the like. You can never go wrong buying beauty products. BBW's is a great place to go if you want to spend the dough. ("That Guy" that I saw in there had the right idea but didn't need to look so lost.) This is anything from lotions, little soaps, big soaps, air fresheners, fragrant candles, work with me here just about anything that they sell at BBW's or the Body Shop. The key to purchasing things from these stores is quantity. Buy many things. If you, for example, buy Cucumber Melon lotions go the extra mile and get the matching soap or air freshener. (most women already have a favorite scent...Do some investigating before you venture out to the smelly soap store)
As I further immerse myself into this joyous holiday season I'll have more tips. But the biggest tip is not to forget that Christ's Birth is the reason for the season and without that gift we'd all be in a world of hurt. Piece Out.

Off Vacation and Back to the Grindstone...

I'm back at work. Sitting in MY chair in front of MY computer writing on MY blog. Sweet.
I didn't do anything on vacation except get some work done and enjoy doing nothing. I moved to a new apartment over the course of my 8 day absence from work. Yeah, that's about it for my vacation. I'm glad to be back and look forward to throwing some great stuff up on the Blog.
Piece Out.

ReRun? Maybe...But Relevant...

Bosses. Where do they come from and where do they get there skewed logic? Until I start my own company or start telemarketing from my house I'm going to have a boss. A boss that will talk to me about nonsense while I'm working and task me with mundane things to do because he doesn't want to let me leave work early or have any time to myself. Not only that how do bosses wake up every morning thinking that everything that comes out of their mouth is profound and of the utmost importance to their subordinates? That will forever boggle my mind. The time that gets wasted hearing my boss talk about something that doesn't matter or could be simply summed up in two minutes ends up taking twenty-five. Bosses need to come to the realization that their jokes are generally not funny, their sense of style will never be copied, and their opinions and advice about my person life will never be valid or welcome. Bosses are just that, bosses. I'm convinced that they act the way they do because they think that they are coming across as caring and sensitive. Instead they come across as insincere and annoying. If bosses want their people to think they care the best way to do that is to actually care. Stop faking. The best way to gain subordinates respect is to respect them. The cheesy facade is clearly a cheesy facade. Bosses you are transparent. I'm done. Piece Out.

Blogtastic...Nothing to Report...

Hey, I'm having a really busy week that I'll have plenty to report on....Stay Tuned.

Piece Out.

Let's Get Together and Hurt Each Others Feelings....Or We Could Just Grow a Pair and Let It Go...

We are living in perhaps the most hyper-sensitive era, ever. We are sensitive to everything and everyone regardless of anything. We need to reevaluate how we think about things. We get offended about things that have nothing to do with us. Often times we've got people jumping to our aid who seem more offended then we are and we were the ones trespassed against. People need to realize that if they choose not to take something seriously they don't have to. We as a culture are so quick to get our feathers ruffled over nothing.
Here is the Warren Piece Method of Thinking in three easy steps.
First, if someone for example calls you a 'son-of-a-crack' you should ask yourself if you care about this person's opinion. Often times if you think before you react you'll find that you don't really care.
Second, once you figure out that you don't care, don't waste your time reacting. Imagine how much energy you would have if you didn't react to stupidity.
Three, Taking offense to something is a choice. You can choose, by sheer virtue of your freedom of thought, to not be offended. Just choose to dismiss the "offense".

Do we need affirmation from outside sources so badly that we care about others opinions about us or how we conduct various aspects of our lives? I'm constantly amazed at how many people get bent out of shape over a simple comment. Get over it.

This thought process can be applied to anything; anger, sadness, offense, and any other emotion that plagues you. I'm not saying that you shouldn't be emotional, but use your head. It's so much better and you'll find that people will want to be around you more if you stay on an even keel.

Clerks...A Forgotten Demographic of Datable People...

Having worked in a grocery store for 2 years while I was in high school I think I can offer a piece of advice about check out clerks being the forgotten demographic of eligible people.
Store clerks are awesome when they are between the ages of 18-25, female, and well put together. I mean come on, walk into any American Eagle Outfitter, Hollister, A & F and tell me they don't hire the sweetest looking, most endearing young women to sell me expensive clothing and accessories...You can't. If they are single, it's even better on top of that they wear nametags. You don't even need to ask them their name. What is harder than asking someone their name? Probably the coolest part is when they seem interested you can tell them your name so it's easy for everyone. But if they don't seem interested then don't give them anything. If they are interested what is a better pick-up line than "When are you getting off and what are you doing after?" NOTHING! It just that easy. I'm sure it's just as easy for a girl to meet dudes. I'm not going to comment about that aspect but if it works for me it should work for them. It works with coffee shops and other places that you go to a lot. I met this really nice girl at a coffee shop once and we hung out for a short minute. Even if you aren't looking to 'pick-up' someone still talk to your check out clerk. Use their name ask them how their day is going. Not only will it brighten your day but it might just take the edge off of their monotonous job.

I Understand that Whatever is Going on in Your Life is Really Important and You are a Great Parent...but Give Me a Break....

Sorry about the late post...I'm really behind the powerball...

Why is it that people have a tendency to think that whatever they are doing or saying is more important than what you are doing or saying? Case in point; I was standing outside the bank the other day at 8:45 a.m. waiting for it to open at 9:30 a.m. I was there early because I was applying for a loan for my 1995 VW Golf GTI VR6. The car that I've been looking for, for about a year. Got the loan. Getting the car today.
While I was waiting a formidable line formed, actually it was more of cluster of people all wanting to be first in line so they all started there own lines... Soon it looked like a preschool out there with sub-three year-olds running out into the road and mothers, who all thought they should be on the cover of Parents magazine, loudly admonishing them. Then, bang on cue, cell phones started to ring. I heard conversations about work, family, friends, car problems, constructions sites, and many other things. Loudly, too I might add.
I'm a stickler for cell phone courtesy and conversation courtesy as well. Why do people talk on cell phones during dinner at a restaurant? How hard is it to excuse yourself and talk somewhere else? People that talk on cell phones while they are checking out at a store. Cashiers and Clerks are people too and certain courtesies should be paid to them. Cell phone use in cars...I don't really care about that. Whatever. But when you are at dinner or out with friends for a purpose then for crying out loud let's use some courtesy...
Look for my VR6....update....BADOW!...Piece Out.

On Thursday Around Noonish Time I'll Throw the Deuce and Bug Out...

This weekend is going to be amazing...I'm not even mad. Dirks' wife is ditching him for about 10 days to visit her family. When I hear that he's going to be off work at the same time I am, I think Golf. An entire day of golfing. Or many days of golfing. Badow!
I think of late night jaunts to the local (lit) driving range for buckets of balls and bushels of fun. I also think of watching movies that appeal to our basest feelings, fears, and funnies. Movies that his wife and any girl I've ever dated can't seem to appreciate. I also think of vidoe gaming, Tiger Woods '06.
It is probably uneccessary to mention that I've been bitten by the golf bug. It's a small time consuming bug. That's the wierd thing about golf. Small ball, big time.
I'm not sure what else is going to transpire but it'll be great and you will hear about it.

Piece Out.

A Friend in Need is a Friend When They Can Make Time For You...or Not...

Where has true friendship gone? I'm talking about friendship that is unconditional and eternal. Friendship should be constant.
I've got a friend, Dirks California, who posts on this site with me. We've known each other for about four years and though we've been apart until just recently, for a year. During that time we probably spoke once. Now we are living in the same neighborhood and we are always hanging out or talking or something. But we have determined the reason we've stayed such good friends is because we don't bother each other. We only talk if we need to and we can make any situation good so long as we are both in it together. I'm not sure why more people don't have friends like this. We've tried but we haven't been able to offend each other, ever. We'll be boys forever. FRATERES AETERNI (LATIN: Brothers Forever)
I've got another friend who just found out some interesting information that I'm not going to publish here. Let's just say that it wasn't planned and she's in a tight spot. I'm not involved at all except for the fact I'm her friend. She thought I wouldn't talk to her as a result. How wrong she was. Why would I let an outside factor ruin our friendship? Another thing; why do friends
freak-out when they hear about something that might be a surprise piece of info. Friends in tight spots need support and how can you expect to help them and calm them down if you are freaking-out too?
If you are fortunate enough to have the title FRIEND bestowed on you then live up to it. Friendship should be taken much more seriously than it is. That's all for now. Piece Out.

Jarhead: The Movie...Another Way For the American Public to Live Vicariously Through Its Military...

I can't say that I've seen this movie and I'm thinking about not seeing it. I'm a strong supporter of what our military does and I back them 110%, but I'm thinking this movie isn't going to be good for 'the cause'. As I've mentioned in previous posts I'm not a fan of people dictating what our military should do if they haven't worn a uniform. I also don't like to hear that people understand everything that the military is doing just because they saw a movie about it. Blackhawk Down, ring any bells? When Fast and the Furious came out everyone was an import car tuner. Even people that didn't own an import or a tunable car would swear that they knew the deal. People who never cared flocked to Autozone and Pep Boys and bought immeasurable amounts of aluminum mesh, tall useless spoilers for there front-wheel drive cars, and shiny, mini fire extinguishers. I predict that after people see this Jarhead movie they will all of the sudden be able to relate to the hardships and trials of an enlisted Marine. How many will actually know the difference between the first Gulf War and the one we are involved in now. I also think that people will talk about the war in casual conversation more, because millions of people have been given what they'd like to believe is a glimpse into war throught the eyes of one Lcpl Anthony Swofford. What they will fail to realize is that they've been given is Sam Mendes' artistic account based on his interpretation of the book Jarhead by Anthony Swofford. The only way to understand what Swofford was going through would be to call him up and talk to him. Period. Just like the car tuners, to get the skinny on tuning go to a shop and talk to a tech. Stay sharp and Piece Out.

So as I Embark on My 3 Day Work Week...I Mock All of You Stuck in 5

High Spirits going into this week and rightly so. This weekend was great. I went to a black tie event on Saturday, saw the people I wanted to see, and got the heck out of there. There's nothing quite like sitting around in a suit listening to people ramble on about this or that for many minutes. Whenever you go to these things they never serve the food until really late like 8:30...bad thing is that the shindig started at 6. Dirks and I went together and we grabbed Wendy's on the way out and that held us over until our ridiculously late dinner.
Thursday I'm leaving work around noonish and hanging out with big D whose wife is jetting to the west coast to chill with her folks. Batchelor Week (or 4 days) starts thursday and I can't divulge the plans of the week because I'm not sure whose prying eyes are reading this. But let's just say it's going to be AWESOME...I'll let everyone know what goes down. Piece Out.