Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there who reads my blog? I've talked with about 5 people who do read it but nobody seems to ever leave comments. I'm not expecting comments on everything I write, but once in a while might be nice. Come on! Make my life complete by leaving your feedback and just remember, the more comments I get regarding my Hagrid story, the quickier I might write part 2 and 3 of the story.

Stupidity is Everywhere!!

Stupid people are beginning to multiply in our high tech society. With the increasing numbers of cell phone and computer users, human contact seems to a thing of the past. Chat rooms or sites such as hot or not.com which allow people to get to know one another seem to setting us all up for a major let down. These chat rooms are superficial. Instead of becoming engaged in conversation first, we check out the person's photograph first before deciding if he/she is worth our attention. I'm guilty of this myself, but I'm at least honest when I'm chatting with strangers. If I give out my AIM screenname or my telephone, I give it out hoping the other person take's advantage of it. It's strange that with the increasing cell phones in use today, as well as the gift of unlimited minutes that people don't make phone calls more often.

Okay, now i'm going to move from the third person to a first person perspective. I can't tell you how many people refuse to pick up the phone and say hello. Especially those who say things like "well, I called you last" or "I forgot about calling you because I was busy" make it perfectly obvious that they aren't interested in any kind of friendship. Those who pretend to be interested but then shy away from keeping the lines of communication open are what I call hopeless. As hopeless as the republican's stronghold on the paper industry. Well, here's a suggestion to those who complain about not having any friends. It's up to you to make an effort and pick up the phone. It shows real interest in the other person, which makes the friendship grow instead of slip away.

This has been another rant of Ken! Thank you and goodnight.

Identity Theft is a Myth!!

With all the recent stories regarding identity theft over the past 10 years, I've noticed a lot of credit card companies are beginning to press really hard for members to sign up for prevention. There is a slight monthly fee involved, but overall it seems like many people are taking an interest in this.

Last week, I called my credit card company to activate a new card and the operator on the other end told me the whole speech that management must be pushing all operators to talk about. I said "No Thanks" but the operator's response to me was that she understood my reasons but then told me why I was wrong. After telling me she understood why I wouldn't want to pay the fees she then repeated her entire speech all over and after the second time did not even give me a choice in the matter. She then told me she would set me up with identity theft prevention and I insisted that I did not want it.

If credit card companies are pushing this hard for something, I think its pretty damn obvious that identity theft is a myth. Since when do multi billion dollar corporations care so much about me? I know there are stories in the news, but what are the odds of this happening to anybody? Arent credit card companies required to pay the money charged on stolen cards anyways? So, I challenge you all to look into real cases of identity theft and let me know if it's really an issue at all, but I'll remain skeptic until I see some proof.

Amazing iPod

It's amazing where technology has brought us and how there seems to be no limit. Today, iPod's are all over the place. Everybody has an iPod now. I have the nano iPod (or as I like to call it, iPod fetus) and I love the little thing. It carries a thousand songs on it, which is practically my entire cd collection. When I bought my iPod at Best Buy the sales kid at the counter praised it, so, I bought it.

Today iPods can store hundreds of songs, photos, even television shows. Even certain cell phones can function as an iPod, but what I find most impressive is this.

WOW! Who's job was it to reinvent ways to get off? It vibrates along with the beat of your favorite song. For only $29.99 I can stimulate my g-spot to the beats of Madonna. It's amazing but also scary. I think getting myself off to the beat of "Like a Virgin" or if I'm short on time, the beat of "Ray of Light" might be rather fun. Although, getting myself off to Madonna sounds fun but what happens if Michael Jackson's "beat it" starts playing?

The story of Hagrid: Part One

Hagrid invited me to his cabin for a cup of tea one night, thinking it would help me relax. With exams right upon me, I was delighted to take a few hours off from studying and talk with Hagrid. I also felt guilty about staying away for so long without saying hello. That evening after remedial potions class, I went down to Hagrids cabin alone. I knocked three times. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!

"Comin'" he screamed. Hagrid opened the door and I could see his eyes were more bloodshot than usual.

He invited me to come in and take a seat, so I took the large chair next to the fireplace. Hagrid closed the door and went over to fetch the tea. He thrust the cup into my hand and told me to take it all in one gulp. Usually his tea is pretty bad, but this time it was disguisting. I gagged. I thought I was going to puke right there. "Relax your throat. That's strong stuff, but I'm sure you'll be back for more." I doubt that, I thought. Immediately my head began to spin and my eyes began to tear up. My stomach began to make noise.

"Hmmmm, you don't look so good." That is when Hagrid came around behind the chair and began to massage my shoulders. He placed his large hands on top of my head and began to massage my head. He stopped the massage and came around the chair and stood with his enormous body in front of me. At that point my vision was starting to get blurry, but what I saw next has forever haunted me. Hagrid began to take his heavy shirt off, to reveal an even heavier coat of hair. His hair was as thick as........ well, I've seen thicker but it was rather intimidating.

I know I should have felt nervous at the site of seeing him strip in front of me, but the sad truth is, after that incident in Professor McGonagall office involving my broomstick and a quart of butterbeer, Hagrid was almost a welcoming salvation during finals week. However, that all changed after he began to unbutton his pants. When he began to lower his brown slacks to the his knees, for a split second, it felt as if my blurred vision became clear again.....but only for a second. I starred at Hagrid in disbelief. He stood partially naked in front of me. Partially naked except for a tiny gold thong. If it weren't the same color as my snitch, I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to see it surrounded by his jungle of pubes that seemed to cover his body like the oceans can engulf an island.