WTFDetroit.com - Blogs http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php Detroit Pistons, Detroit Red Wings, Detroit Lions, Detroit Tigers, University of Michigan, Michigan State, detroit sports discussion forums, Wolverines, Spartans, UM, MSU en Fri, 18 May 2012 19:17:46 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg WTFDetroit.com - Blogs http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php <![CDATA[ZBeau's Daily Poem! 4/27/12]]> http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=253 Fri, 27 Apr 2012 17:33:30 GMT Knocked Up
by Henry Lawson



I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought,
And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out;
I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow --
I'm too knocked up to light a fire and bile the billy now.

Oh it's trampin', trampin', tra-a-mpin', in flies an' dust an' heat,
Or it's trampin' trampin' tra-a-a-mpin'
through mud and slush 'n sleet;
It's tramp an' tramp for tucker -- one everlastin' strife,
An' wearin' out yer boots an' heart in the wastin' of yer life.

They whine o' lost an' wasted lives in idleness and crime --
I've wasted mine for twenty years, and grafted all the time
And never drunk the stuff I earned, nor gambled when I shore --
But somehow when yer on the track yer life seems wasted more.

A long dry stretch of thirty miles I've tramped this broilin' day,
All for the off-chance of a job a hundred miles away;
There's twenty hungry beggars wild for any job this year,
An' fifty might be at the shed while I am lyin' here.

The sinews in my legs seem drawn, red-hot -- 'n that's the truth;
I seem to weigh a ton, and ache like one tremendous tooth;
I'm stung between my shoulder-blades -- my blessed back seems broke;
I'm too knocked out to eat a bite -- I'm too knocked up to smoke.

The blessed rain is comin' too -- there's oceans in the sky,
An' I suppose I must get up and rig the blessed fly;
The heat is bad, the water's bad, the flies a crimson curse,
The grub is bad, mosquitoes damned -- but rheumatism's worse.

I wonder why poor blokes like me will stick so fast ter breath,
Though Shakespeare says it is the fear of somethin' after death;
But though Eternity be cursed with God's almighty curse --
What ever that same somethin' is I swear it can't be worse.

For it's trampin', trampin', tra-a-mpin' thro' hell across the plain,
And it's trampin' trampin' tra-a-mpin' thro' slush 'n mud 'n rain --
A livin' worse than any dog -- without a home 'n wife,
A-wearin' out yer heart 'n soul in the wastin' of yer life. ]]> ZBeau http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=253 <![CDATA[ZBeau's Daily Poem! 4/26/12]]> http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=252 Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:10:00 GMT Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold Image: http://www.poemhunter.com/i/p/09/3009_b_4178.jpg The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon... Dover Beach
by Matthew Arnold


The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;--on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the {AE}gean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

As always you're free to discuss this poem, and please don't forget to subscribe! ]]> ZBeau http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=252 <![CDATA[ZBeau's Daily Poem! 4/25/12]]> http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=251 Wed, 25 Apr 2012 18:35:33 GMT One Being Brought From Africa To America by Phillis Wheatley Image: http://www.poemofquotes.com/philliswheatley/phillis-wheatley.jpg One Being... One Being Brought From Africa To America
by Phillis Wheatley

One Being Brought From Africa To America
'TWAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought now knew,
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
'Their colour is a diabolic die.'
Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train. ]]> ZBeau http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=251 Is this on? http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=250 Wed, 25 Apr 2012 01:26:20 GMT Damn thing doesn't even work.

Here I am

Rock ya like a hurricane



Lame. ]]> Gla http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=250 Got my degree, now what? http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=4 Thu, 03 Mar 2011 00:37:30 GMT So I'm about 2 months from officially earning my Bachelor in Accountancy. On the surface, it sounds like quite the accomplishment, however I can't shake the feeling that college was the biggest waste of money ever.

For the last 2 years, when courses are supposed to increase in vigor and push students towards their mental breaking points, I have learned absolutely nothing. I took courses on Auditing, Not-for-Profit accounting, Government accounting, three awful tax courses dealing with dry topics like estates, gifts, and trusts. I was lectured on what differences accountants face when dealing with S-Corporations, LLC's, and Partnerships. I was taught how to amortize bonds, liquidate stock, and depreciate assets. But for what purpose? Will I ever use any of this shit? Probably not, and if I do, I'm sure I'll have more resources at my disposal than a disinterested professor and a 4 function calculator.

I'm not sure how I found a way to pass each class. Logic suggests it was a combination of cheating, guessing, Adderall, and buying publisher testbanks from sketchy websites to help me cram the night before. I suppose that's how most of my peers do it these days.

Common wisdom suggests that upon earning a BA in Accounting, one should strongly consider obtaining their CPA (a.k.a. 25 additional credit hours and 2 years working for an accounting firm...oh yeah, and pass the fucking CPA exam). Fuck no.

I don't have a passion for accounting, in fact I hate everything about it. I'm currently working as an accounting intern (mostly filling in for the Internal Audit) for a company in downtown Detroit and I think I would commit suicide by age 25 if I had to do it the rest of my life. I suppose there are ways to climb up the proverbial ladder -- after 15+ years maybe one can become a CFO or start their own business. Neither of those seem appealing to me. I've never made more than $15,000/year in my brief working life, so making $40k straight out of college seems surreal.

I'm not, and never have been, an over-achiever. I was spoiled as a child, attended private school K through 12 where coursework was manageable and, for the most part, required very little effort. My GPA is not exemplary (3.1), but I never intended for it to be. My BA is worth just as much as the moron who wasted 4 years of their life to earn their 4.0. I'm not proud of myself for finishing school, since I literally put no effort, only $ into the matter. When I submitted my graduation application, I told them I was not interested in walking or purchasing a cap & gown. Just mail the fucking piece of paper to my house, thank you.

I'm 22 years old. Since I can remember, life was always about school first. From K through 12 I spent each day acquiring the skills necessary to prepare me for where I'm at right now. And now that I'm at the point where it should all feel like its paid off, I feel unfulfilled. The world view of graduating college suggests that it is the formal entrance into adulthood -- but upon accruing $15k of debt and buying a plethora of worthless textbooks -- I can't help but think I crossed that entrance 4 years ago. ]]> Wilfredo Ledezma http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=4 The discuss any topic/random thoughts thread http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=3 Sat, 19 Feb 2011 04:28:19 GMT
Quote Originally Posted by Glanny Ice View Post
The moon tonight. Discuss.
So, I had the "The discuss any topic/random thoughts thread" open and had my head turned and was watching TV when I accidentally clicked my mouse while hovering on a button called "Blog this post!" that I'd never noticed before and now here we are.

The moon eh? How did it get there? Is it really made of green cheese? So many questions....We'll never know. ]]> Vinny http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=3 Fuck Rip http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=2 Sun, 06 Feb 2011 19:44:20 GMT The whole Rip thing pisses me off. My boss, the managing director of the company, realized a month or two back that I can now take all the blame... The whole Rip thing pisses me off.

My boss, the managing director of the company, realized a month or two back that I can now take all the blame for his poor executive decisions. Therefore he constantly throws me under the bus now to our executive board. Why? Because he's a spineless coward and instead of standing up to anyone he can now deflect (and then some; he'll even start busting my balls in front of them before they even say a word). My counterpart in the company is the most worthless waste of space in the world. She's a horrible admin doing a job three categories above her. Ergo she spends all of her time trying to cover her ass than actually doing her fucking job. I have spent weekends cleaning up her fucking messes while my boss still protects her (because, once again, he has no fucking spine and would never fire her).

But here's the thing: I make a decent fucking salary, especially in today's times. I know I have to put up with shit in this world and the end result, a good job that's taken me two years to get here in the US, with a salary that's not bad and keeps growing and allows me to provide for my family, is more than worth any shit I have to take.

Fuck you Rip. You widdle bossy no tweet you well? Man the fuck up. I don't care if he sends you a goddamn carrier pigeon to tell you you're not playing and then makes you lick everyone's shoes at the end of the bench. Either take your tough times like a man or get the fuck out. You work in Detroit for fuck sakes. Why don't you take a walk outside your fucking mansion and complain about how shitty your getting treated with your multi-million dollar salary at the local watering hole? Fuck you.

Forget all the stupid shit he's done just this year to cost us games. How does this guy really deserve to get his jersey retired? Here's what I know: He was part of one of my absolute favorite Detroit champions: the 2004 Pistons, a team that told the world to go fuck itself. That team then loafed itself into losing the 2005 championship. They did the on and off switch shit in 2005 and that, more than Sheed's fuck up, cost them the championship. They loafed in the series with the Heat and had to barely squeak it out there. They then were so tired they literally took games one and two off against the Spurs and handed them the 2-0 lead ensuring a trip back to San Antonio and most likely with at least a 3-2 edge. They QUIT on Flip for three straight years in the playoffs. He was the absolute wrong choice to coach that team (though I still think his best year was his work in the playoffs his last year) but they quit on him against Miami, Cleveland and Boston. How the fuck do you quit in the playoffs if you're a real champion (tangent: that's the biggest reason I can't stand Lebron)?

Point is: the dude had one magical year and it's been all downhill since then. And he still got a HUGE contract, probably above his actual value and he's going to complain to us, the fans that pay our money to watch him play that he's being treated badly because he acted like a jerk to his coach (good or bad, it's his coach) and his teammates (being pissy and getting stupid T's is hurting your teammates on purpose) and now had to sit out while still getting paid.

Now that you're playing again Mr. Hamilton, show some fucking respect and play hard in your minutes. Do whatever it takes for the team and keep your fucking mouth shut. ]]> detroitexport http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=2 Hey bros http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=1 Sat, 03 Apr 2010 14:29:22 GMT wut up wut up ]]> ZBeau http://www.wtfdetroit.com/forums/blog.php?b=1