Mr. Jinx's response...

Just like my advise I gave you, I will take my own.Of course I will not read your blog again because it sucks and offends me. Case Closed.

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I am crying over the loss.

Oh wait, no I'm not. Woe to the man who is offended over my outrage about spousal abuse. He must be a real winner.

Oh, puh-leeze...

From the comments section of my "Jonathan Baker is a Big Cowardly Pussy" post:

On Sun, 26 Dec 2004 09:44:09 -0800 (PST), mr. JINX <kilowaa@yahoo.com> wrote:> THE PROBLEM WITH TELEVISION TODAY IS PEOPLE LIKE YOU WHO WRITE LETTERS AND> COMPLAIN. SHUT UP AND TURN THE CHANNEL IF YOU DONT LIKE IT. YOU DO NOT> MATTER TO THE REST OF US. DONT IMPOSE YOUR OPINION OF WHAT IS RIGHT OR WRONG> ON OTHERS. JUST TURN THE CHANNEL. YOUR LETTERS MEAN NOTHING. VIEWERSHIP IS> EVERYTHING. > > --> Posted by mr. JINX to A Hamster-Eye View :Looking on the bright side at> 12/26/2004 09:39:03 AM

Not that this necessarily warrants a response but I wrote one anyway...

If viewership is everything, am I not a viewer? If I change the channel, then are the networks not losing viewers? Dude, I am not the only one who had a problem with what was shown. If Bruckheimer and CBS want to keep the Amazing Race on the air, they need to be concerned about things like that. I also didn't have a problem with CBS showing it. What I did have a problem with was that excuse of a man, Jonathan Baker, being cast in a coveted spot on a beloved show. There are many more deserving people out there that that fucker.

Show me a man who thinks hitting a woman is right, then I will show you a coward. This wasn't an interpretation of morality on my part. Spousal abuse is WRONG. I can guarantee you that Jonathan Baker wouldn't pick on me like that. He just preys on the weak.

If you don't like my opinion, don't read my blog. No one is imposing that on you.

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But, constant readers, answer me this... After reading my blog and experiencing something that he didn't agree with, Mr. Jinx wrote a letter to me to tell me that I am an idiot for writing a letter to CBS over something I experienced that I didn't agree with.

I love the smell of hypocrisy in the morning. It smells like fuckery.

And ignorance.

It's funny how I went from being worried about being unemployed to working 7 days a week. Well, I have Sunday off but I am going to be doing a lot of stuff on Sunday so it is not really "off." I feel like I am in the car business again -- time is money, people! Since I work on commission for the sales side of the gym, the more time I put in, the more exposure and face time I get with prospective members. My goal is 30 signups a month. Which is a lot. But I have been given free reign for marketing and my sensei is letting me use the studio's account at the printer to get all the materials made up. I am blanketing 800 people with our holiday promo so even if I pulled 5% return from that, it would be 40 sign-ups. I am optimistic that once we really start to advertise the club, things will start to happen.

The personal trainers are happy that I am centralizing the department. Almost all of them have offered me 10% commission from anybody I send their way and all of them are taking part in my promotions to get people in the door. I am stoked about the whole thing. It sucks that I haven't been home much -- haven't seen HL much AT ALL this week. He kissed me goodbye when he left this morning and he was in bed by the time I got home tonight. We had to schedule time tomorrow to spend together! :)

Know what else I am stoked about? David came home for winter break (I think. I thought he said the 17th but I don't know.) I can't wait to see him and meet his girlfriend! I hope that she likes me... I am sure that I will like her because if she is special enough for David to love her, then I know that I will too!

I think I should go to bed...I am doing a 9:30 Krav Maga class and then I work from 1-6...

*mwah*mwah*

I feel like I have been living at the gym this week. I picked up a couple more shifts and I have been staying after my shifts to work on the marketing campaigns, then I have to come back for karate class. I am always there!

I am pretty excited though. My manager is letting me take the lead on the marketing and all the personal trainers are excited to have someone who is going to organize that department. Since I want to use the personal trainers as incentive to get people to join, it makes sense for me to get a general procedure and schedule down with the trainers. I can also help set them up with new members and grow their business. I want to make the gym the same quality as some of the higher end ones but at a much lower price. All the trainers are offering me 10% commission off any sales I send their way and all of them have offered to train me in trade. One of them, Mike, is a massage therapist and he has actually been working on my back all week. It has been causing me a lot of pain the past couple of weeks and I am SO grateful to him for it! I am doing some baking tonight and making him fudge.

Hopefully between the commission I will make off of signing new members and any kickbacks I get off the trainers will help sustain me on this part time work. The cool thing is that this job is what I make of it and my fate is controlled by me and how hard I work. I love that!

I think it is too late to register for school but I am trying to find out about late registration. It looks like I am going to be crashing all my classes! Woo hoo!

Motherfucker

The Amazing Race is one of my all time favorite shows. Reality fan or not, this show is well edited, well produced, and well cast.

Until this season.

One of the teams, Jonathan and Victoria, is a textbook abusive couple. The wife, Victoria, has cowered in fear and even flinched out of the way of a raised from her husband, a Napoleonic dickwad. Tonight, after Victoria was slowed in their footrace for first place by stopping to pick up her husband's pack for fear of having it stolen from where he dropped it in the street of a touristy part of Berlin, after Victoria was crying hysterically -- either from stress, fatigue, asthma, or (my theory) fear, this little dickwad hit her. "only" in the pack or it might have been a "push" but he took threatening and physical action towards another human.

Coming from someone who has been abused, that's abuse in my book.

And from what I can see, there was no disciplinary action taken.

I wrote to CBS and their parent company, Viacom. I will be contacting my local affiliate station also. It's not that I think CBS shouldn't have SHOWN the footage -- it is reality TV after all and now this guy is exposed for the whole world to recognize his asshattiness-- I think that they need to 1. Have better shrinks in their casting process 2. Have stricter rules about violence 3. Have shown immediate -- even if it had to be added on as a PSA or something similar-- disapproval and disciplinary action about the treatment of women.

I also went to the Asshats website and sent him this:

Who can whine like a bitch one second and abuse their wife in the next?
Got a mirror handy?
No one edited that one in, baby, that was all you.
Here's an idea...why don't you come down to San Diego and show me what a real man you are? Shove me like that and see where it gets you.
I sincerely hope Victoria gets the help she needs. And I hope she gets a man who can prove he is macho without having to physically intimidate a woman or over-compensate for his small dick by driving a Ferrari. That go-cart was perfect for a Napoleonic motherfucker like you.
Karma's a bitch dude...

I hope that this episode doesn't taint the TAR love.

Hammie against the World

Went to the Chargers vs. Bucs game today. Bucs lost.

Hammie: 0 World: 1

Checked my email and found out that I didn't get the second nanny job that I wanted.

Hammie: 0 World: 2

Sort of a bummer end to the day but overall the week has been fun. I did get hired at my sensei's gym so I am working there around 20 hours a week. I am making half the hourly wage I am accustomed to -- and half the hours, so I guess I am making about a quarter of what I used to but who's counting? (HammieLove -- counting and stressing. We negotiated that I have until February to start making decent enough money -- not as much as I was making before but decent enough money -- or I have to give up part time and look for a full time job.) My nanny job should pick up in hours in the new year and I am looking forward to that.

I started reading The Baby Whisperer and The Baby Whisperer's Guide to Toddlers because I figured a couple of books on child development wouldn't hurt since I am going to be dealing with children a lot more. I am finding that the author is giving really practical advice. I kind of want to have a kid so I can test out some of her methods! While I can use some of the tactics on the kids I watch, I can't really change their routines or anything. I need kids of my own for that. I can tell ya that HL is THRILLED that I am reading these and getting baby fever. Except he's not. He probably wants to set them on fire and throw them out the window, along with the TV when it is playing the sappy jewelry commercials. Wedding and baby fever galore -- fun times in the Hammie House.

I always try to be clear about telling HammieLove what I want. I think that a lot of women think that their significant others should be adept about reading their minds and then are frustrated when they don't get what they want. That doesn't happen to me. He knows EXACTLY what I want because I always use "I want." I think I have overdone it though because he has started saying "You want everything!" Case in point -- we were watching Discovery Channel and there was a show that had a baby giraffe on it.

Hammie: I want a baby giraffe!
HL: You want everything!

So now every time I say "I want..." He replies with " I want a baby giraffe!" just to mock me. So we were in Costco yesterday and lo and behold there was a life size (well, like 5 feet tall) stuffed baby giraffe. *yay*

Hammie: Please please please please please please please can I have the baby giraffe?
HL: *groan*

Needless to say I didn't get the giraffe. Since I don't have a "real" job and all and we are a little broke right now. I was actually kind of sad that I didn't get it. Maybe Santa will bring it! :)

Hammie:0 World:3

Bah Humbug

I was kind of afraid that this was going to happen this year too and I think that it is.

I have absolutely no Christmas spirit.

Maybe the fact that I don't have a job and therefore don't have any money has something to do with it. But I can't even get up the desire to put up my lights or go shopping for a tree. Ho-hum.

I am working on one present for HammieLove. Since we usually go overboard on each other at holidays, I am trying to do my best to avoid it by giving him something sentimental. The man has a HUGE Rubbermaid bin in our guest closet full of old championship hockey team t-shirts and jerseys. These shirts were the bane of my existence before I packed them away and they still taunt me by taking up an inordinate amount of space in the closet.

So I cut them to pieces.

*gasp*

No, silly, I am turning the shirts into a big old quilt. Now, I have never quilted before but that shouldn't be a problem, right? I have been hauling the shirts with me to my nanny gig and staying up late to do the layout and everything without him knowing. And once the squares are machine stitched together, I am going to hand-quilt the thing.

If I didn't think I was crazy before, I know I am now.

Ho-Ho-Ho

Not having a job around the holidays sucks pretty bad. Actually, it's kind of depressing. I got hired at the gym connected to my karate studio though I don't know exactly when that starts. I have a babysitting gig tonight and the lady I am sitting for recommended me to someone else for next Saturday night (at $13/hr!) Not bad for watching kids sleep.

*thump *thump*

New neighbors moving in upstairs. So much for peace and quiet. I am going to make the cupcakes.

Did you feel that?

That, my friends, was Hammie and Hammie Love entering this millenium. We FINALLY got a PC in our house. We have NEVER, in the nearly six years that we have been together, EVER had our own computer. So here I am, thanks to my Nan's estate. I even went to Walmart and got a cute little computer desk. I'm rollin' man! :)

I went and met with the family that is interested in having me as their nanny/personal assistant. I hit it off really well with both the husband and wife and their baby is freakin' adorable. They liked me too and hired me to start next week. HL is not thrilled that I am serious about the part time thing but since I will probably get a job at my karate school, I will technically be working full time hours. I actually have an interview tomorrow and I didn't even send out resumes. An Ops Manager saw my resume in an old stack for a receptionist position and thought that I would be a good candidate for another position. I am not interested in a full time job but I thought I would at least do the interview and see what's what.

I have spent my free time today cleaning house after our family left, slipcovering HL's hideous hold-on-to-bachelorhood-recliner that he insists on putting in my living room, and administering a DIY Brazilian bikini wax (Can you say OWWWWWWWWWWWWW?). I have way too much time on my hands - I am actually considering sewing curtains for the living room.

I'm off to catch up on the rest of the blogosphere.