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PMS of the Month: Families

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You can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your family. Which is fine I guess when you are a caveman fighting for survival everyday. If thats the case, then it’s good to run with a clan. But now-a-days I can buy my food, sleep in my own bed, and clean myself like a big boy. Why keep that clan mentality? Because it’s your family, stupid.

You know the old story, kids wants to be an astronaut, but his family wants him to take over the old “family business” whatever that make be. Shoemakers are shoe makers, Robinsons are thieves, and  so on and so forth. The would be astronaut has two options, do what he wants to be happy, or fall in line with the rest of the clan. The latter is where the story ends for a lot of people. No questions are asked, no one says boo. But to pursue happiness, THAT’s where all the trouble beings.

I understand that some families are good, and some families are bad, and most families are somewhere in between. But the thing that almost everyone forgets is that families are groups of individuals. Key word: INDIVIDUALS. At this time of the year, we can all be thankful for our families. They give us that safe “home base” to go back to when the year is at it’s most hectic, BUT what if they are the ones making it hectic?

Now I use the scope of families, but this really applies to all groups or clans. When one person reaches to do more than the clan is able to assist with, the clan gets scared, defensive, and often, offensive. The astronaut will be shot down at any chance. USUALLY.

Even in the most positive, and supportive family, there are always those who are not. this is why the holidays are so important. It’s a common ground where all clan members can get together, share a meal, or a few drinks, and not worry about making shoes, or flying to the moon. Unless of course someone didn’t make enough shoes to buy a better gift than their brother, uncle, cousin whomever. Shit can get hairy. Also, passive aggressive.

We all love our family, but if you could pick our family, how many of us would have ever even met those in our clan? Likely, very few. Now to get to my point.

Since we are unable to to choose those in our family, why bother with the silly familial problems? We are all on the same boat, lets all roll together. Let’s understand each individual, and support and love them because we didn’t chose them, we inherited them. That is something special that we should all understand.

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PMS of the Month: Daylight Savings Time

Daylight Savings Time is a crock of shit.

On November 1st, at 2am (that’s saturday night) Most of the US and some other stupid parts of the world (including Europe and Russia) will lose an hour arbitrarily.

But isn’t there some scientific reason? No. It’s all because of some fucking tool who liked bugs.

from Wikipedia

Modern DST was first proposed by the New Zealand entomologist George Vernon Hudson, whose shift-work job gave him leisure time to collect insects, and made him aware of the value of after-hours daylight.[2] In 1895 he presented a paper to the Wellington Philosophical Society proposing a two-hour daylight-saving shift,[18] and after considerable interest was expressed in Christchurch, New Zealand he followed up in an 1898 paper.[19] Many publications incorrectly credit DST’s invention to the prominent English builder and outdoorsman William Willett,[20] who independently conceived DST in 1905 during a pre-breakfast ride, when he observed with dismay how many Londoners slept through a large part of a summer day.[21] An avid golfer, he also disliked cutting short his round at dusk.[22]His solution was to advance the clock during the summer months, a proposal he published two years later. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

It’s fucking LOSAS like this that fuck everything up for us. SURE this year we get an extra hour to sleep off our Halloween hangovers, but once the spring comes back around (and it always fucking does) we’ll LOSE and hour, just when that shit was getting good.

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I’ll get your motha ready.

IT’S MADE UP. THERE IS NO REASON FOR IT ANYMORE. I can see what I’m doing just fine from the glow of mycomputer monitor. Luckily there are SOME intelligent countries out there like most of Africa and South East Asia (or SE Asia for you Global Studies kids).

Just that that bug herb up above did, Im gonna WRITE A PROPOSAL to have daylight savings time adjust with the natural flow of life. Let me explain…

Let’s say it’s November 1st at roughly “12 noon”. well if you had a Doctor’s appointment at noon, YOU’D BE AN HOUR LATE. y proposal is that ALL SCHEDULED ACTIVITIES MUST SPRING AHEAD/FALL BACK AN HOUR WITH THE DST SHIFT THEREFORE NULLIFYING IT AND MAKING THE WORLD FINALLY SEE HOW STUPID THEY ARE.

FUCK DST.

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PMS OF THE MONTH: BLINK 182

I remember when punk music didn’t suck.  When you had great punk bands like The Ramones, The Clash, The Sex Pistols, and The Dead Kennedys just to name a few.  That was when the punk music scene was at it’s best.

Somewhere along the road though punk disappeared and we were left with crap.  Actual crap playing instruments on stage.  This is a complete travesty to the likes of all the influential people who started the punk scene.  Who is to blame for the death of punk music?

These hookers:

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That’s right BLINK-182!  It is all their fault.  They are Pop-Punk?!  How can you be pop punk?  I am pretty sure that punk music is rooted in anti-establishment and anti-corporate movements.  So then tell me how can you be this big of an oxymoron?  Why fight against the corporations when your just a bunch of cookie-cutter poster boys for MTV anyway.

Their music was awful, how you could listen to two uber-whinny guys singing is beyond me.  Any time this “band” came on the radio I immediately looked for something long and pointy to give myself permanent hearing loss for the sweet satisfaction that I would never have to listen to them every again.  Every single song and I mean every single song sounded exactly the same.  Let’s use same three chords for every song that we write and it will be awesome!  Oh yeah let’s sing about how are rich suburban parents won’t let us stay out past 11pm.  That really is the definition on punk music.

I am sure that they planned for their music to be boring, unoriginal, with rhytmic and melodic boundaries that a 6 year old with a wooden sppon and pot could recreate because they weren’t talented! Except maybe for the drummer, Travis Barker, who should of just stayed with The Aquabats to begin with anyway.  I would rather listen to two cats in heat playing “hide the salami” in a backalley for 5 hours while im trying to get some sleep then listen to 10 seconds of one Blink song.

In closing: BLINK182 YOU FUCKING SUCK! BRING BACK REAL PUNK MUSIC!

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PMS of the Month: Car Accidents (and the people who love them)

Now you’re probably wondering what the PMS of the Month is all about. Well, basically it’s a chance for DAPS to be unethical, illogical, ridiculous and generally just crazy, without being held accountable.

Like all women during their “special time”, DAPS will tell you about shit that you don’t care about and you have to sit there and listen to it because we always complain that you’re not sensitive enough to our needs and don’t tell us how beautiful we are, and expect us to pick up after you.

I bet you’re saying to yourself, “But how is that different from everything else on your site?”, and the answer to that question my friend is because we said so. So listen up gumshoes and you might just learn something! (but probably not.)

Hey kiddos, it’s your friendly, neighborhood rigmarole talker, Poppa Checks.

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You know what pisses me off? car accidents.

Well let’s get it straight, it’s not the car accidents, per say, it’s what follows…you know, the fucking morons that have to stare like they are writing for the Gazette or Newport News.  I got some news for you pal, I don’t care that your family member is dead. There is nothing you can do for them. You might as well stay out of the way and let the cops and firemen get your deformed and mutilated family member’s body out of the horrendous car wreck so that working people like me can get home so I can go to work in the morning, or get out of the way of people who spent the night drinking so they can get home safely without your dumb ass stopping on a mother fucking highway.  The only reason to stop or slow down on a highway is if there is a limb or better yet a head. That is when you can slow down and stare.

What about the people that cut over 3 lanes to be closer to the accident so they can try and video record it on their cell phones. Holy Leaping Grandmas! With you treating the morning commute like the  Nürburgring, you end up increasing exponentially the risk of killing a family of 4 and making me have to settle for the pumpernickel bagels, because all of the good bagels were taken by the people who got to work on time for the Boss’ Bagel Wednesday.

I really hate pumpernickel. I’d rather have the salt bagels. And I really hate salt in general. Thankfully for some odd, but welcomed reason, the classical music station on the radio sort of calms me. During this time I wonder, ‘if I had super powers, what powers would I want?’ or ‘would I be a hero or a villain?’ I would have to say that I would be a “good guy” but would not hesitate to throw cars into the ocean because they have slightly disturbed my travel time and tried to murder me. I’ll never get that time back. Now get away from me, I want to eat this hot fudge sundae without you constantly judging me.

Gimme feedback, friends. Ladies, I’m sort of sorry?

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