About Me

Sunnyside, NY, United States
I'm a superhero in training. I'm also my own comic relief.

June 22, 2007

Victory thy name is Anthony

Like all logical people, I admit that Tetris is the greatest game ever created. While I do not believe myself a true expert, I nonetheless always took a bit of pride whenever I got past level 11, especially when I made my record of level 14. In recent years I found myself diminishing, unable to reach what I could once achieve. I feared that my gaming skills were rotting away.

Tonight, however, those fears were destroyed like a 4 x 10 stack of bricks vanishing into points. Tonight I got the following results: Score 140884, Level 18. Lines 189.

I am so happy, I'm going to have dinner to celebrate (yes, I don't always have dinner).

June 20, 2007

In New York they're called Growth Groups

You know, as apposed to Small Groups. Yesterday was my first one, as part of my becomming more intertwined with The Journey. I was partially terrified, believing that I would be the only stranger among a bunch of people and it would be very awkward for me, but the reality was quite different.

The first thing was that very few people showed up for the first meeting. Five, to be exact. I can remember three of their names (but in all fairness one them is me). The second thing is that out of the five people who showed up, only one was a veteran. The rest of us had only started going to the Journey within the last month. Third, instead of awkwardness I managed to get quite a few laughs with my humorous...ness. One guy described my humor as comparable to The Simpsons, and then quickly clarified that he meant the older, better stuff. The new crap I occasionally see is, well, crap.

Of course I was the youngest, but that seems to be a regular thing for me. Someday, though, I shall be the old man! Mwa.

June 17, 2007

June 14, 2007

Possible Strike

So I'm at work going through my mail folder (because there isn't enough room for me to have an actual box) and I come across a SPECIAL ALERT from the desk of my union's International President, Mr. Robert A. Scardelletti. By the way my union is TCU, the Transportation Communications International Union.

Apparently for the last seven years or so Amtrak has been holding out on us, and owe me and my unseen coworkers some new contract. Because we aren't getting what we (they) want, Mr. Scardelletti is getting ready to get us to strike against Amtrak (the socialist railroad).

June 13, 2007

Crime pays around $13

So it is about 10:00 pm and I am walking back to my attic apartment from Burger King when I walk past a bunch of teenagers (five of them I think) dressed rather gangstaly, two of them holding sticks. Immediately afterwards they turn around and start following me, asking me to give them money. Then they surround me, and one of them shows me his gun and says something to the effect that they are to be taken seriously. I ponder the situation for a moment, and then say something to the effect of "If you want the money that badly..." and pull out my wallet and give one of them all the cash in it (one 5 and seven to nine 1's.) One of them snatches my wallet from my hand, so I snatch it back because there is no way I'm letting them have my check card. The one with the gun holds it against the back of my head. I can feel my heart pounding and I realize I just might die. Then one of them seems to get a bit of common sense and calls the others off, telling me to just go. I of course do

Suddenly I'm not so keen on living in New Jersey anymore.

Though that was probably the worst day of my entire life, I realize I have a lot to be thankful for: I didn't die or get injured, I didn't kill or injure the kids that robbed me, I managed to get away without losing my wallet and all the important things inside of it, and now I have a very good reason not to go out to eat late at night. I mean who knows, this traumatic experience might end up saving me money in the long run.

Not terribly proud of it, but I do really hope those punks reap what they sew. Maybe lung cancer at 19 or something.

June 6, 2007

A recent post

Well, I suppose now is as good a time as ever to write about my life since moving to New York (although I suppose two or three months ago would have been better).

I will start out by saying that life is pretty decent for me out here. I don't have financial woes of any sort, and I have little trouble getting to where I need or want to go. A major negative of my life are the fact that having my job, in addition to living a 1.5 hour commute away from it means I have little to no free time except on my days off. However, those are also a problem because I work the night shift and am thus acclimated to sleeping while the rest of society does things. This, combined with a severe lack of quality television leaves me incredibly bored. My best bet is going to a movie right after I wake up.

Social-wise I am not so well off. With my busy schedule of work, sleep, and occasionally eating working alongside my reserved nature I have yet to make any friends. I suspect this could someday change, however. I have recently started attending a new church that bears a number of similarities to The Rock (they even have a series starting next week called God on Film), and in a week or two I'll be having my first meeting in one of their "Growth Groups". My chances of hitting my head on a ceiling fixture are pretty good.

Speaking of eating, apparently I am doing a lot less of it, as I have lost around 25 pounds since moving here. As I am currently lacking freezer or refridgerator space, I can't effectivly grocery shop and thus must eat out a great deal. I am planning on purchasing a mini-fridge to circumvent this.

My job itself is horribly dull and unengaging; the only plus is that I have time to write blog entries like this one. Officially my job is to enter data into the computer system concerning mechanical defects on the Amtrak train cars, but this takes up perhaps twenty minutes of my ten hour shift (four days a week). I also end up helping my supervisors make stuff in Excel, though sadly it never involves actual functions.

In conclusion, taxes suck.