Normally I can track the general use of common sense among the general populace with a relatively consistent up and downward cycle. It’s kind of a ying and yang balance of the universe thing. However, lately its been flatling worse than a botched transplant on a cardiac patient.

One of the running gags I have with a few of my coworkers is that if I could figure out how to bottle common sense and sell it I’d be broke as I currently am because it would never be purchased. Normally, when dealing with someone who has failed to use common sense I can generally lead them back down the path of least resistance and get them to that “ah ha” moment, but lately it seems that I would be better off dragging a dead horse to water and making it drink.

I know a lot of it is a constant battle with the instant gratification created by the way a majority of society operates and also issues created by distractions from social media, but if I can tune that out I expect everyone else to tow that line.

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Lunch Time

During my day of kicking ass and taking names I must take a respite and at the minimum rest for a bit. By the standard definition my lunch break is only 30 minutes long. While on my lunch break I will normally eat, but occasionally I won’t feel the need to feed and just take a nap in my vehicle.

In either instance when on my lunch break I wish to be left alone. I don’t want anyone joining me, I don’t want to converse on my phone either. It is normally one of the few times in a day where I can be left to my own devices and honestly just turn my brain off for a bit. At most I will put my ear buds in and listen to one of the podcasts that I like.

Seriously people, don’t poke the bear on this one. If you want me to be a more productive employee don’t ask me to do anything during my lunch and if you want a more pleasurable after work social experience don’t even think about communicating with text or otherwise. It also stands to reason that if it is an emergency please by all means page me on the intercom or blow my cell phone up with texts and calls.

Core System Failure

For almost four days now one of the core systems for the Xbox 360 gaming platform has been offline now. The system starts up and loads all program like normal, I can even get the game to launch, but when it comes to connecting to the multiplayer section of any game it immediately disconnects and all sorts of error codes occur and the trouble shooting system starts up.

I can understand the delay to service restoration due to the observation of Memorial Day, but here we are heading into day five and they still don’t have their shit together. I’m not even going to pretend to even understand the complexities of how all these systems are integrated and choreographed to work in harmony together. However, when you are a multibillion dollar company and are supposed to have some of the worlds best computer technologists working for you we have surpassed the point of understanding.

72 hours is my absolute limit on critical systems shut down or failures. Unless there are extenuating circumstances such as a natural disaster or occupational forces from North Korea have taken over there really isn’t an excuse. I am confident that gamers will be compensated with reimbursement in terms of free “gold” level online gaming access, but I could care less. As I progress further into writing the next chapters of my life’s saga I have less and less time for gaming. When I am denied access for the time I can dedicate to gaming it becomes really……..not really sure how to describe it….disappointing is the word I will use, but it does not describe what I feel.

#firstworldproblems

Get Me Gibbs

If there is one fictional character from any TV series that I have learned something from it NCIS special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Before anyone points out that it’s just a show I’d like to welcome you to the corner of “No Shit” and “No Duh”. However, if you just read the rules as is and apply common sense most of them have everyday application.

http://www.ncisfanwiki.com/page/NCIS%3A+Gibbs’+Rules

Where the Poppies Grow

Every memorial day I like to share this poem and the story behind it. Enjoy it, learn something, and remember our fallen hero’s.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium

On May 2, 1915, John McCrae’s close friend and former student Alexis Helmer was killed by a German shell. That evening, in the absence of a Chaplain, John McCrae recited from memory a few passages from the Church of England’s “Order of the Burial of the Dead”. For security reasons Helmer’s burial in Essex Farm Cemetery was performed in complete darkness.

The next day, May 3, 1915, Sergeant-Major Cyril Allinson was delivering mail. McCrae was sitting at the back of an ambulance parked near the dressing station beside the Yser Canal, just a few hundred yards north of Ypres, Belgium.

As John McCrae was writing his In Flanders Fields poem, Allinson silently watched and later recalled, “His face was very tired but calm as he wrote. He looked around from time to time, his eyes straying to Helmer’s grave.”

Within moments, John McCrae had completed the “In Flanders Fields” poem and when he was done, without a word, McCrae took his mail and handed the poem to Allinson.

Allinson was deeply moved:

“The (Flanders Fields) poem was an exact description of the scene in front of us both. He used the word blow in that line because the poppies actually were being blown that morning by a gentle east wind. It never occurred to me at that time that it would ever be published. It seemed to me just an exact description of the scene.”

While the Cats Away the Mice Will Play

So my fiancée is in Florida for a week leaving me to my own devices. This is normally the part where everyone assumes that a bunch of shenanigans is going to ensue. Normally, I would agree, but since I’m not big into the shenanigans myself ill let the rumor mill do the work for me. Worse case scenario I end up going out with a couple of my friends for a few adult beverages and then playing video games into the wee hours of the morning. Yeah, I know. A real rager, but that’s normally the extent of it for me.

Perforamce Etiquette: Arriving On Time

After recently attending a variety of venue’s over the past month or so I have noticed that the general populous is lacking in proper etiquette when it comes to performances. So in an effort to put my mind at ease and maybe educate at least one person out there, here goes.

To be early, is to be on time, to be on time, is to be late, and to be late, is never to be. I am confident that most people have heard some variation of that phrase at least once in their life time. Those words apply directly to performances of any variety.

Being early to a performance even if its just a few minutes I consider to be very important. It allows you to buy tickets if needed and then quickly find your seat. That way when the lights are lowered and the doors are shut you are not fumbling around in the dark and not inconviencing those already seated.

Arriving on time is just that. You have arrived in time for the performance to start. A lot of venues won’t sell you a ticket once the performance has started and/or allow the access doors to the seating area to be opened. This is so that you don’t disturb those seated and also so you don’t be a distraction to the performers. It also may be that the performers are in the seating isles for part of their performance so it is also a safety concern.

Again this also causes a distraction to  other audience members. Although I can ignore a door being opened behind me that exterior light that comes through really screws things up. As the lights have been dimmed so the stage can be clearly ones eyes have adapted to that. Now your throwing a much brighter light from behind and the eye have to readjust.

Coming late. Well, that’s just unacceptable. I do realize that things to do happen in life and sometimes that does prevent one from being able to be there before the designated start time. So be it. Just remember what I’m preaching here and time your entrance in a break in the performance. I know that it may suck to miss part of it, but I think being courteous to the performers and fellow audience members is more important.