(preamble: ok, so one of the major thorns in my side is the whole evolution/(un)intelligent design fiasco.)
anyway, i was surfing ebay looking for a neat little boxed set on evolution that i've been wanting for a while and i stumbled across this:
http://cgi.ebay.com/THE-SCIENCE-OF-EVOLUTION-DVD-Christian-Ray-Comfort_W0QQitemZ6467600770QQcategoryZ617QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem
here's (one of)my major point of irritation:
it's called 'the science of evolution'
and THIS is part of its description
This DVD is unique in that it doesn't follow the usual format of Christian experts exposing the theory. Instead, it lets evolutionary believers put their own foot in their own mouth simply by asking them probing questions. Join Kirk and Ray as they take an orangutan to lunch, and call major airlines and ask if a "relative" can join them on a plane. The graphics on this DVD have been designed so that there is no indication that it is Christian or anti-evolution.
this asshole specifically attempts to hide all association with the fact that this is a wholly christian endeavor. (isn't lying one of your fucking mortal sins? you fucking bastard).
now if you set out to disprove evolution, fine, disprove it.
I dare you to.
but to specifically set out to hide who you are & discredit a valid scientific theory through contrived interviews?
Ray Comfort is the lying sack of shit behind this disgusting bit of propaganda.
and he is now added, by name, to the ever-growing list of fuckheads that i hate.
when the universe decides to wipe this asshole out i shall rejoice.
hell, i think a bunch of evolutionists (i.e. fairly rational human beings) should make a presence at his funeral. (much like several asshole 'christians' do when high profile gay folk die) with big signs say loud & clear 'thank mighty fuck you're gone'
so i reiterate....I HATE people.
-De
December 27, 2005
December 21, 2005
I Want to Thank God...
that god can't be taught in school... well in PA anyway.i love what the judge(jones) had to say (a republican christian no less)
Jones decried the “breathtaking inanity”
&
"(intelligent design)presents students with a religious alternative masquerading as a scientific theory, directs them to consult a creationist text as though it were a science resource and instructs students to forgo scientific inquiry in the public school classroom and instead to seek out religious instruction elsewhere."
&
In his ruling, Jones said that while intelligent design, or ID, arguments “may be true, a proposition on which the court takes no position, ID is not science.” Among other things, he said intelligent design “violates the centuries-old ground rules of science by invoking and permitting supernatural causation”; it relies on “flawed and illogical” arguments.
and did the proponents of (un)intelligent design take it well, no the main party (dover) had this to say:
“I’m still waiting for a judge or anyone to show me anywhere in the Constitution where there’s a separation of church and state,” he said. “We didn’t lose; we were robbed.”
well sir though technically right, the constitution also doesn't say 'right to a fair trial' so you can blame it on that....
Jones decried the “breathtaking inanity”
&
"(intelligent design)presents students with a religious alternative masquerading as a scientific theory, directs them to consult a creationist text as though it were a science resource and instructs students to forgo scientific inquiry in the public school classroom and instead to seek out religious instruction elsewhere."
&
In his ruling, Jones said that while intelligent design, or ID, arguments “may be true, a proposition on which the court takes no position, ID is not science.” Among other things, he said intelligent design “violates the centuries-old ground rules of science by invoking and permitting supernatural causation”; it relies on “flawed and illogical” arguments.
and did the proponents of (un)intelligent design take it well, no the main party (dover) had this to say:
“I’m still waiting for a judge or anyone to show me anywhere in the Constitution where there’s a separation of church and state,” he said. “We didn’t lose; we were robbed.”
well sir though technically right, the constitution also doesn't say 'right to a fair trial' so you can blame it on that....
December 01, 2005
October 04, 2005
We're All Monkeys!
So here’s another evolution vs. (un)intelligent design post. Now I know that no moron in support of teaching (un)intelligent design is going to read this post & come around to a sensible way of looking at things. By the very act of believing, in (un)intelligent design, it shows that they do not have the capacity to reason much higher than the apes. (that we descended from by the by.)
So first we’ll look at what a theory is in the scientific realm;
‘A theory is an established paradigm that explains all or much of the data we have and offers valid predictions that can be tested. In science, a theory is never considered fact or infallible, because we can never assume we know all there is to know. Instead, theories remain standing until they are disproven, at which point they are thrown out altogether or modified to fit the additional data.’
Evolution is the only theory that fits all the information that we have. It is a theory that is not fully complete, thus not yet scientific law, but it is on par with the theory of relativity for reliability (maybe even more so, it’s had an extra 50 years of refinement). However everything about the theory fits neatly within all of the data. Almost every single day we humans come up with new data & knowledge and ALL of it point to evolution. There is not one bit of data that makes evolution an invalid theory. Every day that we unravel another genome, breed a new funky mouse, discover some new variation of life, it all makes the theory of evolution stronger.
(and for any of you fucking monkeys out there who think ‘well, it just doesn’t make sense to me’. It doesn’t have to make sense to you, if all of the scientific theories had to ‘make sense’ to you then we still wouldn’t have figured out to bang the fucking rocks together.)
(un)intelligent design does not fit any data. There is not a single set of datum which points toward ‘a guiding hand’ in life. (un)intelligent design is just fucking hope & a smile, hope you didn’t blink because if you did you missed our ‘proof’.
Well, here it is, the (un)intelligent design proof;
‘well, it makes sense, I mean come on guys, there’s just no way something as complex as me could be made any way other than by god, oops, I meant (un)intelligent design!’
(hey monkey-boy, this seems a bit vain & prideful? Aren’t those sins? You ignorant fuck!)
But there is one thing on sciences side (not including some of the best minds this world has ever known, facts, reality, et al.), there is a legal definition of what constitutes science here america:
1)The theoretical underpinnings of the methods must yield testable predictions by means of which the theory could be falsified.
2)The methods should preferably be published in a peer-reviewed journal.
3)There should be a known rate of error that can be used in evaluating the results.
4)The methods should be generally accepted within the relevant scientific community.
Hmmmm…….looks like (un)intelligent design doesn’t stand up to a single one of them, so if it can’t stand up to any of the criteria for what makes science, then why should it be taught in science class?
Should we teach about the ‘ether’ & how fire is made because of phlogiston as well?
So please, for love of the (un)intelligent designer, shut up, go home.
You’re going to lose, don’t waste my tax money on lengthy trials that only prove you’re an idiot.
FUCKING!
MONKEY!
-De
So first we’ll look at what a theory is in the scientific realm;
‘A theory is an established paradigm that explains all or much of the data we have and offers valid predictions that can be tested. In science, a theory is never considered fact or infallible, because we can never assume we know all there is to know. Instead, theories remain standing until they are disproven, at which point they are thrown out altogether or modified to fit the additional data.’
Evolution is the only theory that fits all the information that we have. It is a theory that is not fully complete, thus not yet scientific law, but it is on par with the theory of relativity for reliability (maybe even more so, it’s had an extra 50 years of refinement). However everything about the theory fits neatly within all of the data. Almost every single day we humans come up with new data & knowledge and ALL of it point to evolution. There is not one bit of data that makes evolution an invalid theory. Every day that we unravel another genome, breed a new funky mouse, discover some new variation of life, it all makes the theory of evolution stronger.
(and for any of you fucking monkeys out there who think ‘well, it just doesn’t make sense to me’. It doesn’t have to make sense to you, if all of the scientific theories had to ‘make sense’ to you then we still wouldn’t have figured out to bang the fucking rocks together.)
(un)intelligent design does not fit any data. There is not a single set of datum which points toward ‘a guiding hand’ in life. (un)intelligent design is just fucking hope & a smile, hope you didn’t blink because if you did you missed our ‘proof’.
Well, here it is, the (un)intelligent design proof;
‘well, it makes sense, I mean come on guys, there’s just no way something as complex as me could be made any way other than by god, oops, I meant (un)intelligent design!’
(hey monkey-boy, this seems a bit vain & prideful? Aren’t those sins? You ignorant fuck!)
But there is one thing on sciences side (not including some of the best minds this world has ever known, facts, reality, et al.), there is a legal definition of what constitutes science here america:
1)The theoretical underpinnings of the methods must yield testable predictions by means of which the theory could be falsified.
2)The methods should preferably be published in a peer-reviewed journal.
3)There should be a known rate of error that can be used in evaluating the results.
4)The methods should be generally accepted within the relevant scientific community.
Hmmmm…….looks like (un)intelligent design doesn’t stand up to a single one of them, so if it can’t stand up to any of the criteria for what makes science, then why should it be taught in science class?
Should we teach about the ‘ether’ & how fire is made because of phlogiston as well?
So please, for love of the (un)intelligent designer, shut up, go home.
You’re going to lose, don’t waste my tax money on lengthy trials that only prove you’re an idiot.
FUCKING!
MONKEY!
-De
September 22, 2005
Oust the Bastards
So many things have been altered in the wake of Katrina, one of them is the tens of thousands of displaced families. As these families move to new areas at the start of the school year they’ll be enrolling their children in new school districts. I was listening to NPR the other day and they were doing a short about how this was going to affect already under funded schools. They then went on to say ‘under funded schools are primarily in rural and urban areas.’
So what I want to know is what schools are not under funded?
Some people have noted that possibly the ‘suburbs’ are the only area with good schools, however the federal funding program does not have such a designation. There are only urban & rural areas. (specifically referred to as metropolitan & non-metropolitan counties).
So as near as I can figure, correct me if I’m wrong, if neither metro & non-metro areas are receiving proper educational funding, then doesn’t that mean that basically no one is getting a good education? I think it’s interesting (in a morbidly fascinating sort of way) that our politicians love to restrict so many of our freedoms under the guise of ‘it’s for the children’, yet they seem utterly unable to proactively educate these children. To me it seems much more valuable to teach a child basic math & reading than to ban HBO from having swearing & violence.
Somehow, no matter how much lip service the politico pays to the need to educate our young, I don’t believe they mean it. For if all americans were properly educated (especially the poor) then the ad machines the politicians use wouldn’t fool people. Politicians would need to be more honest, be held accountable, in essence they would lose their modern aristocracy. If you don’t think a modern aristocracy exists, then explain the bushes & kennedys. & those are just the big 2 families, our royalty.
A better educated public would demand higher standards from their politicians. The current administration realizes obtaining these standards would be detrimental to them. They realize that what is good for the public, and even the future of this nation, is not good for them. And so they have slowly been eroding the education system, knowing that as america becomes dumber their positions become more secure & richer, with less accountability.
Now is this a concerted, sinister conspiracy by this nations politicians? Probably not, but the politicians are taking advantage of america’s sad state of ignorance, and the measures they are taking to teach the next generation are filled with more photo-ops than teachers.
But they tell me it’s for the children.
-De
So what I want to know is what schools are not under funded?
Some people have noted that possibly the ‘suburbs’ are the only area with good schools, however the federal funding program does not have such a designation. There are only urban & rural areas. (specifically referred to as metropolitan & non-metropolitan counties).
So as near as I can figure, correct me if I’m wrong, if neither metro & non-metro areas are receiving proper educational funding, then doesn’t that mean that basically no one is getting a good education? I think it’s interesting (in a morbidly fascinating sort of way) that our politicians love to restrict so many of our freedoms under the guise of ‘it’s for the children’, yet they seem utterly unable to proactively educate these children. To me it seems much more valuable to teach a child basic math & reading than to ban HBO from having swearing & violence.
Somehow, no matter how much lip service the politico pays to the need to educate our young, I don’t believe they mean it. For if all americans were properly educated (especially the poor) then the ad machines the politicians use wouldn’t fool people. Politicians would need to be more honest, be held accountable, in essence they would lose their modern aristocracy. If you don’t think a modern aristocracy exists, then explain the bushes & kennedys. & those are just the big 2 families, our royalty.
A better educated public would demand higher standards from their politicians. The current administration realizes obtaining these standards would be detrimental to them. They realize that what is good for the public, and even the future of this nation, is not good for them. And so they have slowly been eroding the education system, knowing that as america becomes dumber their positions become more secure & richer, with less accountability.
Now is this a concerted, sinister conspiracy by this nations politicians? Probably not, but the politicians are taking advantage of america’s sad state of ignorance, and the measures they are taking to teach the next generation are filled with more photo-ops than teachers.
But they tell me it’s for the children.
-De
September 15, 2005
Another Katrina Post
Sorry. Got to do it.
I was lucky enough to have visited New Orleans before it sank. And I’m glad. I wanted to move to New Orleans after I visited, and I’ve always wanted to move there since, but never let myself.
New Orleans was a city forever on the edge of it’s own destruction. Many of it’s people seemed to live with a frantic air about them, as if they knew that any day a Katrina could swoop in a wipe it all away.
It was the masochist of cities.
Drinking itself to death every night, only to wake bleary eyed the next afternoon the hangover preventing it from dealing with the heat, so it would wait for the night once again.
It was the wonton hedonist of cities.
breasts flashing everywhere, public lewdness was good fun. It was living the fantasies that most can only dream about.
It was the freak of cities.
Sporting the wildest of fashions & hairstyles, every day was a new look for it, & every look it pulled off.
It was the musician of cities.
With a passion for music that only can come from a true love of music.
It was the chef of cities.
Mixing their spices with the flair that only a true artist can do.
It was the street performer.
It was the entertainer.
It was the friend who lived every second of their life to the fullest.
The one you are better off financially than yet you secretly envy their spirit & wish you could be that care free.
I’ll miss the old New Orleans, but hope it’ll be reborn just as vibrant & full of life.
-De
I was lucky enough to have visited New Orleans before it sank. And I’m glad. I wanted to move to New Orleans after I visited, and I’ve always wanted to move there since, but never let myself.
New Orleans was a city forever on the edge of it’s own destruction. Many of it’s people seemed to live with a frantic air about them, as if they knew that any day a Katrina could swoop in a wipe it all away.
It was the masochist of cities.
Drinking itself to death every night, only to wake bleary eyed the next afternoon the hangover preventing it from dealing with the heat, so it would wait for the night once again.
It was the wonton hedonist of cities.
breasts flashing everywhere, public lewdness was good fun. It was living the fantasies that most can only dream about.
It was the freak of cities.
Sporting the wildest of fashions & hairstyles, every day was a new look for it, & every look it pulled off.
It was the musician of cities.
With a passion for music that only can come from a true love of music.
It was the chef of cities.
Mixing their spices with the flair that only a true artist can do.
It was the street performer.
It was the entertainer.
It was the friend who lived every second of their life to the fullest.
The one you are better off financially than yet you secretly envy their spirit & wish you could be that care free.
I’ll miss the old New Orleans, but hope it’ll be reborn just as vibrant & full of life.
-De
September 13, 2005
Stronger than a speeding bullet...
Well, it’s been awhile, 2 months 2 days in fact.
Why haven’t I been here blogging faithfully?
Why haven’t I been chugging out the words for all of your eager eyes to consume?
I understand that without my words, a shining beacon guiding you to salvation, then you are lost.
And so you have been my faithful Fridays, but worry no longer I have returned from my leap into the void, and as proof to my steadfastness I am neither stronger nor wiser, merely older.
Anyway.
Things are going on, and I shall endeavor to shout against human stupidity once again.
-De
Why haven’t I been here blogging faithfully?
Why haven’t I been chugging out the words for all of your eager eyes to consume?
I understand that without my words, a shining beacon guiding you to salvation, then you are lost.
And so you have been my faithful Fridays, but worry no longer I have returned from my leap into the void, and as proof to my steadfastness I am neither stronger nor wiser, merely older.
Anyway.
Things are going on, and I shall endeavor to shout against human stupidity once again.
-De
July 11, 2005
Hope, Compassion & Bullets
Bush said in his remarks on the London bombings. "We will find them. We will bring them to justice. And at the same time we will spread an ideology of hope and compassion that will overwhelm their ideology of hate.”
All I can think of, when I read this quote, is bush sitting in the oval office carving the words ‘hope’ & ‘compassion’ on bullets to be sent to afghanistan & iraq. He’s thinking to himself ‘job well done’ smiling proudly.
Honestly, we’re fighting terrorism with hope & compassion? So that detention center in cuba has nightly sing-a-longs? Do They roast marshmallows & talk about their troubled up-bringings? Or how about that little Abu Ghraib fiasco? Were those just ‘trust exercises’ that got confused because of a cultural differences?
Last I knew we were trying to fight terrorism with guns & bombs. Those aren’t even anagrams for hope & compassion.
So in an open statement to bush….
Bush, please don’t be a fucking jackass. Hope & compassion don’t kill & torture people, and by all rights right now, americans do. So shut the fuck up.
ah well
-De
All I can think of, when I read this quote, is bush sitting in the oval office carving the words ‘hope’ & ‘compassion’ on bullets to be sent to afghanistan & iraq. He’s thinking to himself ‘job well done’ smiling proudly.
Honestly, we’re fighting terrorism with hope & compassion? So that detention center in cuba has nightly sing-a-longs? Do They roast marshmallows & talk about their troubled up-bringings? Or how about that little Abu Ghraib fiasco? Were those just ‘trust exercises’ that got confused because of a cultural differences?
Last I knew we were trying to fight terrorism with guns & bombs. Those aren’t even anagrams for hope & compassion.
So in an open statement to bush….
Bush, please don’t be a fucking jackass. Hope & compassion don’t kill & torture people, and by all rights right now, americans do. So shut the fuck up.
ah well
-De
July 07, 2005
Help, I'm being Opressed.
Writing has become difficult.
I’ve been wanting to blog lately, but just haven’t been able. I’ve been wondering why, there are plenty of things going wrong in this great nation of ours, and abroad, that piss me off. Too many things in fact. Never in my life have I seen america filled with so much oppression of mind. We are allowed to say what we want (mostly), but every day it seems there is some new legislation regulating the world. Porn being over-regulated on the net, Kansas arguing against evolution, and ‘winning’, artists arrested for terrorism, property legally stolen for private enterprise. And it doesn’t stop there, the list goes on.
Too many things weighing on my mind, and I’m realizing I feel oppressed. I’m a fairly law abiding citizen, yet I live in more fear of my own government than I do of terrorists. If I were the worrying type I’d be worried that one day I’d wake up in jail for thinking the wrong thought.
Our freedoms are consistently being eroded, but what can I really do?
Protest? Done that, to no real avail.
Boycott stores that I don’t agree with their policies? wal*mart doesn’t seem to care.
Vote for someone better? Done that, and realizing that voting doesn't work.
Recycle? Do it, bums get some change from that, better than nothing.
Fight back? Love to, but against who?
The christians up the street?
My republican neighbors?
The army, navy, air force & marines?
The police?
My boss?
The ceo of my company?
The ceo of any company?
Get real, fighting any of these groups seems fairly pointless, it’ll change nothing, or, make me them, only from beyond the looking glass.
Ministry sums it up best, we're in ‘the land of rape & honey’
So fuck ‘em
-De
I’ve been wanting to blog lately, but just haven’t been able. I’ve been wondering why, there are plenty of things going wrong in this great nation of ours, and abroad, that piss me off. Too many things in fact. Never in my life have I seen america filled with so much oppression of mind. We are allowed to say what we want (mostly), but every day it seems there is some new legislation regulating the world. Porn being over-regulated on the net, Kansas arguing against evolution, and ‘winning’, artists arrested for terrorism, property legally stolen for private enterprise. And it doesn’t stop there, the list goes on.
Too many things weighing on my mind, and I’m realizing I feel oppressed. I’m a fairly law abiding citizen, yet I live in more fear of my own government than I do of terrorists. If I were the worrying type I’d be worried that one day I’d wake up in jail for thinking the wrong thought.
Our freedoms are consistently being eroded, but what can I really do?
Protest? Done that, to no real avail.
Boycott stores that I don’t agree with their policies? wal*mart doesn’t seem to care.
Vote for someone better? Done that, and realizing that voting doesn't work.
Recycle? Do it, bums get some change from that, better than nothing.
Fight back? Love to, but against who?
The christians up the street?
My republican neighbors?
The army, navy, air force & marines?
The police?
My boss?
The ceo of my company?
The ceo of any company?
Get real, fighting any of these groups seems fairly pointless, it’ll change nothing, or, make me them, only from beyond the looking glass.
Ministry sums it up best, we're in ‘the land of rape & honey’
So fuck ‘em
-De
June 15, 2005
Just Complaining
So this is just a blatant bitch.
I know this chick, and I was thrown into the unfortunate situation where I actually had the displeasure of having to talk to her the other day. She’s a fairly attractive individual, so long as she doesn’t open her mouth. And it’s not that she has an unpleasant voice either, it is that she is unbearably stupid.
But what makes it worse is she is a college graduate, looking to go into grad school, and there are several species of bats that have higher evolved intellects than this girl.
So anyway she was studying for a test, the math test you need to get into grad school. And she asks a question aloud ‘what the hell is a prime number?’.
I should have ignored it. But math is an interest of mine, and I like to be helpful.
‘a prime is any number that can only be divided by itself & one.’ I supplied helpfully.
(for those who don’t know me it might be helpful to add I have green hair as I think it was a factor in her responses)
She gave me a look, like a monkey had learned to talk. And then proceeded to ask someone else, who said the same thing I did.
Now that is pretty insulting, but I figure what the hell.
So out of some desire to be nice I ask what she got her degree in.
‘economics’ she says.
Well now I’m kinda confused, I mean I always assumed economics would require some sort of math competency, so I asked her about what kind of math she had to take for that major.
‘well,’ she says ‘we deal with formulas.’
I’m thinking to myself ‘no fucking shit? I recently heard the English language dealt with words, but I can’t be fucking sure!’
But I say ‘umm, well, yes, but what sort of formulas?’ I genuinely want to know out of curiosity for the field of economics, not interest in this vapid waste of space.
‘it’s kind of complicated’ she says looking at me like I’d never be able to comprehend anything that had to do with higher education, ‘it deals with slopes & stuff.’
again I’m thinking ‘no way, really? Next you’ll be telling me the English language uses nouns!’
at this point I’m annoyed, so I retort ‘most formulas involve things like slopes, I was wondering what sort of math background was required for economics, I was a math major so I’m curious about these sort of things.'
She finally catches on to what I’m asking, and that I’ll understand the answer.
Now this was an odd sensation, I’ve never actually talked to someone who assumed I was ignorant based upon a physical characteristic. Even odder for it to come from one of the dumbest people I’ve met. I weep for the university system that decided that her mind was of a high enough caliber to be considered ‘educated’
Mostly I was annoyed that she could afford college when smart folk everywhere can’t.
Fuck it
-De
I know this chick, and I was thrown into the unfortunate situation where I actually had the displeasure of having to talk to her the other day. She’s a fairly attractive individual, so long as she doesn’t open her mouth. And it’s not that she has an unpleasant voice either, it is that she is unbearably stupid.
But what makes it worse is she is a college graduate, looking to go into grad school, and there are several species of bats that have higher evolved intellects than this girl.
So anyway she was studying for a test, the math test you need to get into grad school. And she asks a question aloud ‘what the hell is a prime number?’.
I should have ignored it. But math is an interest of mine, and I like to be helpful.
‘a prime is any number that can only be divided by itself & one.’ I supplied helpfully.
(for those who don’t know me it might be helpful to add I have green hair as I think it was a factor in her responses)
She gave me a look, like a monkey had learned to talk. And then proceeded to ask someone else, who said the same thing I did.
Now that is pretty insulting, but I figure what the hell.
So out of some desire to be nice I ask what she got her degree in.
‘economics’ she says.
Well now I’m kinda confused, I mean I always assumed economics would require some sort of math competency, so I asked her about what kind of math she had to take for that major.
‘well,’ she says ‘we deal with formulas.’
I’m thinking to myself ‘no fucking shit? I recently heard the English language dealt with words, but I can’t be fucking sure!’
But I say ‘umm, well, yes, but what sort of formulas?’ I genuinely want to know out of curiosity for the field of economics, not interest in this vapid waste of space.
‘it’s kind of complicated’ she says looking at me like I’d never be able to comprehend anything that had to do with higher education, ‘it deals with slopes & stuff.’
again I’m thinking ‘no way, really? Next you’ll be telling me the English language uses nouns!’
at this point I’m annoyed, so I retort ‘most formulas involve things like slopes, I was wondering what sort of math background was required for economics, I was a math major so I’m curious about these sort of things.'
She finally catches on to what I’m asking, and that I’ll understand the answer.
Now this was an odd sensation, I’ve never actually talked to someone who assumed I was ignorant based upon a physical characteristic. Even odder for it to come from one of the dumbest people I’ve met. I weep for the university system that decided that her mind was of a high enough caliber to be considered ‘educated’
Mostly I was annoyed that she could afford college when smart folk everywhere can’t.
Fuck it
-De
June 14, 2005
Shut Me Up...
Haven’t been posting lately, why?
the pointlessness of existence has been weighing me down.
I’m phenomenally frustrated with my life & my country.
Why do you ask? (I can sense your suspense from here.)
I could point to the weather, it’s sucked around here pretty regularly for the past 2 months. Or, I could point to never having enough money to do as much as I’d like to do.
Or I could point to the impotence I feel as this country(and world) goes right straight to hell.
We are no longer a nation of the proud, the strong. Now we are a nation of victims, weak and pathetic. Yet at the same time we are a bully in the world field. Americans would rather sue someone than own up to their own mistakes. We are regressing into an adolescent nation. We are spoiled rich bastard children, wanting everything handed to us, not understanding that things need to be earned.
Yet at the same time there are quiet multitudes who do just that. They work hard, only to get fucked by some asshole who would rather take the quick handout, demanding ‘their right’ while taking what has been earned from those who have earned it.
We’re, as a nation, forgetting what the true freedoms are, the ones that really matter. Being able to get something super-sized is not a freedom our forefathers fought for. Being able to speak your mind in public is. But now we have segregated ‘free speech zones’ at any function that may be controversial and have protesting. Last time I checked, I thought we were supposed to have 50 full states which were considered ‘free speech zones’. But apparently I was mistaken.
And I don’t think Jefferson penned the bill of rights with the right to sue someone who ‘made my coffee too hot’ in mind. But I’m pretty sure he was serious about that protection from ‘unreasonable search & seizure’ bit.
And I feel like we are entering into a new epoch of religious fervor, where logic & protection from the bigotry, that swarms around religious institutions like flies around a bloated carcass, are becoming luxuries of the past. But hey, why should I complain? We got a few good centuries, out of the whole of human existence, relatively free from assholes who feel it is their ‘god given right’ to dictate how you and I HAVE to live our daily lives. Maybe nazi’s will be back in vogue soon too.
And every day I hear about another environmental horror visited upon this nice little bit of fluff. And watch as our great leader, with his ‘mandate’, sits back to take a bold lead of indifference, or better yet, proactively helping with the destruction of all other life on earth.
6+ billion of us fuckers are crawling around on this ever depreciating pile of dirt, spreading our noxious disease, and making sure no territory goes unmarked by our filth. And I’d be lying if I said I did much myself to make things better.
But, I’m impotent. Erectile dysfunction of the progressive action. Like my fellow americans I’ve mastered the art of turning a blind eye to the bigger picture, wrapping our heads in a fuzzy blanket of the mundane. Blowing up our personal drama, as if they actually matter. Maybe it’s a defense mechanism, maybe it’s just not possible for someone to try & comprehend just how fucked up this world really is.
Oh, and I know what I could do and just how fucking futile it is.
-De
the pointlessness of existence has been weighing me down.
I’m phenomenally frustrated with my life & my country.
Why do you ask? (I can sense your suspense from here.)
I could point to the weather, it’s sucked around here pretty regularly for the past 2 months. Or, I could point to never having enough money to do as much as I’d like to do.
Or I could point to the impotence I feel as this country(and world) goes right straight to hell.
We are no longer a nation of the proud, the strong. Now we are a nation of victims, weak and pathetic. Yet at the same time we are a bully in the world field. Americans would rather sue someone than own up to their own mistakes. We are regressing into an adolescent nation. We are spoiled rich bastard children, wanting everything handed to us, not understanding that things need to be earned.
Yet at the same time there are quiet multitudes who do just that. They work hard, only to get fucked by some asshole who would rather take the quick handout, demanding ‘their right’ while taking what has been earned from those who have earned it.
We’re, as a nation, forgetting what the true freedoms are, the ones that really matter. Being able to get something super-sized is not a freedom our forefathers fought for. Being able to speak your mind in public is. But now we have segregated ‘free speech zones’ at any function that may be controversial and have protesting. Last time I checked, I thought we were supposed to have 50 full states which were considered ‘free speech zones’. But apparently I was mistaken.
And I don’t think Jefferson penned the bill of rights with the right to sue someone who ‘made my coffee too hot’ in mind. But I’m pretty sure he was serious about that protection from ‘unreasonable search & seizure’ bit.
And I feel like we are entering into a new epoch of religious fervor, where logic & protection from the bigotry, that swarms around religious institutions like flies around a bloated carcass, are becoming luxuries of the past. But hey, why should I complain? We got a few good centuries, out of the whole of human existence, relatively free from assholes who feel it is their ‘god given right’ to dictate how you and I HAVE to live our daily lives. Maybe nazi’s will be back in vogue soon too.
And every day I hear about another environmental horror visited upon this nice little bit of fluff. And watch as our great leader, with his ‘mandate’, sits back to take a bold lead of indifference, or better yet, proactively helping with the destruction of all other life on earth.
6+ billion of us fuckers are crawling around on this ever depreciating pile of dirt, spreading our noxious disease, and making sure no territory goes unmarked by our filth. And I’d be lying if I said I did much myself to make things better.
But, I’m impotent. Erectile dysfunction of the progressive action. Like my fellow americans I’ve mastered the art of turning a blind eye to the bigger picture, wrapping our heads in a fuzzy blanket of the mundane. Blowing up our personal drama, as if they actually matter. Maybe it’s a defense mechanism, maybe it’s just not possible for someone to try & comprehend just how fucked up this world really is.
Oh, and I know what I could do and just how fucking futile it is.
-De
May 25, 2005
Hot Topic Killed the Subculture Star
I hate ‘the mainstream’.
Not necessarily for the products it produces, but for what it represents. It represents mediocrity in arts, one of the areas it is most desirable to have creativity & difference. (well I hate most of the products as well.) the problem is ‘the mainstream’ is backed by big bucks, big bucks that realize that ‘youth movement’ & ‘underground cultures’ can grow quickly. So, if they want to make the $ then they have to have the goods for these up & coming creative movements.
Look at all the money lost by letting hippies make their own tie-dye for so long. So along comes ‘hot topic’ or other chain store that feeds upon these sub-cultures. But by making the nick-nacks & doo-dads of an up & coming subculture available, coast to coast, from day one, they rob the creativity from the movement.
By this I mean that a sub-culture gains its identity not by where the people shop, but by the energy people put into creating ‘the looks & the lifestyle’. By making the looks & lifestyle pre packaged off the shelf in cookie cutter molds, it reduces the drive for people to create their own unique styles within that culture.
Now one could say that ‘no, it gives people more time to focus that creativity elsewhere!’
And one would be wrong.
creativity, like anything else needs to be practiced. A simple thing like making a tie-dye shirt starts the creative process. Then you start hanging out with people who have made similar items of adornment. In doing this you start to talk about what you all have created. Ideas start to be shared back & forth and the next time you make something it is greater than the first.
Through this growing & changing the various subcultures are formed & can become something large. As the creativity grows & feeds upon itself artists & musicians start to come together. All striving to be creative above & beyond an already creative subculture.
They want to impress people, people who they are creatively impressed by.
Ta-da quality entertainment, great looks, amazing art, it all becomes the norm. because someone made a t-shirt. Or spiked collar. Or whatever accoutrement fits that particular sub genre.
Now the problem enters when a corporation comes in and realizes that one of these groups are forming. And they mass market things that appeal to these groups, before the groups have time to mature on their own. This stunts the creative growth of the community, so the music, styles & art never have a chance to mature, they remain at a sophomoric stage. Which is fine, when you are a sophomore.
Now I realize that the corporations are not going to get the hell out of anything that makes money. So how does creativity get cultivated on a mass scale in today’s world?
anyone? anyone?
ah well..
-De
Not necessarily for the products it produces, but for what it represents. It represents mediocrity in arts, one of the areas it is most desirable to have creativity & difference. (well I hate most of the products as well.) the problem is ‘the mainstream’ is backed by big bucks, big bucks that realize that ‘youth movement’ & ‘underground cultures’ can grow quickly. So, if they want to make the $ then they have to have the goods for these up & coming creative movements.
Look at all the money lost by letting hippies make their own tie-dye for so long. So along comes ‘hot topic’ or other chain store that feeds upon these sub-cultures. But by making the nick-nacks & doo-dads of an up & coming subculture available, coast to coast, from day one, they rob the creativity from the movement.
By this I mean that a sub-culture gains its identity not by where the people shop, but by the energy people put into creating ‘the looks & the lifestyle’. By making the looks & lifestyle pre packaged off the shelf in cookie cutter molds, it reduces the drive for people to create their own unique styles within that culture.
Now one could say that ‘no, it gives people more time to focus that creativity elsewhere!’
And one would be wrong.
creativity, like anything else needs to be practiced. A simple thing like making a tie-dye shirt starts the creative process. Then you start hanging out with people who have made similar items of adornment. In doing this you start to talk about what you all have created. Ideas start to be shared back & forth and the next time you make something it is greater than the first.
Through this growing & changing the various subcultures are formed & can become something large. As the creativity grows & feeds upon itself artists & musicians start to come together. All striving to be creative above & beyond an already creative subculture.
They want to impress people, people who they are creatively impressed by.
Ta-da quality entertainment, great looks, amazing art, it all becomes the norm. because someone made a t-shirt. Or spiked collar. Or whatever accoutrement fits that particular sub genre.
Now the problem enters when a corporation comes in and realizes that one of these groups are forming. And they mass market things that appeal to these groups, before the groups have time to mature on their own. This stunts the creative growth of the community, so the music, styles & art never have a chance to mature, they remain at a sophomoric stage. Which is fine, when you are a sophomore.
Now I realize that the corporations are not going to get the hell out of anything that makes money. So how does creativity get cultivated on a mass scale in today’s world?
anyone? anyone?
ah well..
-De
May 19, 2005
Who is this God Guy Anyway?
So it’s the 25th anniversary of Mt. St. Helens blowing its top. And here’s what was said at a commemorative ceremony:
"We commemorate the 25th anniversary of an act of God, and we remember those who died," Agriculture Secretary Mike Johanns told visitors.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but haven’t we know for quite some time that volcanoes are not god jizzing on us? I mean at least have the decency to say it was due to ‘intelligent design.’
It certainly didn’t happen due to anything like, oh, I don’t know, plate tectonics.
That smacks of science, and, as we all know science is bad.
I really don’t like the whole ‘act of god’ being used to describe natural phenomena. Hell, insurance won’t cover certain ‘acts of god.’
As far as I’m concerned they may as well be saying ‘acts of boogiemen’ are not covered.
And another thing, if Mt. St. Helens blowing its top really was an ‘act of god,’ then wouldn’t it be blasphemy to hold a commemoration of the people he struck down with fiery vengeance? Wouldn’t we all by risking his wrath by being ‘saddened’ by the loss of these obvious heretics?
So either it wasn’t an ‘act of god’, some stupid people died because they refused get out from under an erupting volcano.
Or it was an ‘act of god’ and they were evil, so god gave them a redeye straight to hell.
Either way I’m glad they’re out of the gene pool. Which has nothing to do with where I started.
Fuck it.
-De
"We commemorate the 25th anniversary of an act of God, and we remember those who died," Agriculture Secretary Mike Johanns told visitors.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but haven’t we know for quite some time that volcanoes are not god jizzing on us? I mean at least have the decency to say it was due to ‘intelligent design.’
It certainly didn’t happen due to anything like, oh, I don’t know, plate tectonics.
That smacks of science, and, as we all know science is bad.
I really don’t like the whole ‘act of god’ being used to describe natural phenomena. Hell, insurance won’t cover certain ‘acts of god.’
As far as I’m concerned they may as well be saying ‘acts of boogiemen’ are not covered.
And another thing, if Mt. St. Helens blowing its top really was an ‘act of god,’ then wouldn’t it be blasphemy to hold a commemoration of the people he struck down with fiery vengeance? Wouldn’t we all by risking his wrath by being ‘saddened’ by the loss of these obvious heretics?
So either it wasn’t an ‘act of god’, some stupid people died because they refused get out from under an erupting volcano.
Or it was an ‘act of god’ and they were evil, so god gave them a redeye straight to hell.
Either way I’m glad they’re out of the gene pool. Which has nothing to do with where I started.
Fuck it.
-De
May 18, 2005
Uninspired
Inspiration is an odd thing. Sometimes, like today, I’m thoroughly uninspired. Nothing at all today has caught my fancy, irritated me, or even mildly amused me. And for some reason my mind doesn’t feel like having any real thoughts. The only reason I’m even commenting upon this is I want to stay in the habit of writing in this nether void. It leads me to wonder at what the hell inspiration is. What causes the desire in some to create something? I know, one of the oldest questions mankind has. So I sure as hell am not going to come up with an answer, especially when I’m this thoroughly apathetic to my entire surrounds.
Ah well.
Fuck it.
-De
Ah well.
Fuck it.
-De
May 17, 2005
Then I Remember, I Do Hate the World
Ok, so I found yet another human stupidity that bugs the living fuck out of me. But, some brief background first.
I was looking around amazon for some new reading material, nothing heavy, just some light fluffy, but enjoyable sci-fi/fantasy. I usually will go through the ‘others bought’ and read the synopsis & a couple good reviews & a couple bad reviews, just to see if it seems to be up my alley. So I stumble across this one review, the book received a rather low score for a popular author in the genre, so I was kinda curious as to why & was perusing away.
Anywho, I get to this one review, where the guy writes this tripe:
“How dare u people call ur selves XXXXX fans then bag out his latest book?!? Sure, it is not his greatest, but it is by XXXXX, and that counts for something. For goodness sake, it's a book one and setting up the storey for the next book. And enjoyable read for XXXXX fans, (if u dare call ur self that) and enjoyable read for those how are starting XXXXX, but this would not be the best book to start on. Sure, he repeats himself a little with storey line and all, but the characters are likeable and for goodness sake........IT'S BY XXXXX WHICH MAKES IT A DAMN FINE BOOK!!!”
now aside from the obvious conflict, having piss-poor grammar in a literary review, his only real argument for the book being good is that he is a fan of the author. Like there is some unwritten rule that in order to be a fan of something you give up the right to ever look at their work critically.
Hell, from that perspective, if you were a true fan of baskin-robins, then you would have to like every flavor ever made, or yet to come.
"HEY KIDS! New poop flavored ice cream, you’ve gotta like it cause you’re a fan of ice cream!!!"
Anyway the whole thing just bothered me so, I thought that I would share my ire.
And speaking of ire, this one is from a corporate stupidity; I went to my local grocery store for lunch today, and saw a big fucking sign on all their doors:
“You are now entering a gimmick-free zone.”
Now this one really pissed me off, especially being one that hates gimmicks. They are one of the lowest forms of advertising, glitz & flash used to sell inferior products to the bovine masses.
(the bovine masses piss me off for not demanding that more eloquent forms of advertising evolve. I still wouldn’t like advertising but at least it might be more entertaining.)
anyway, this “gimmick-free zone” pissed me off for a couple of potential reasons.
First the advertisers thought it would be a good idea to say “gimmick-free zone”, fully realizing that in saying thus it was, in fact, turning the entire store into a gimmick. Which would just bug the ever-living fuck out of me.
I want to shop at a place with food, not a slogan.
Or, what is more likely, their ad execs were too stupid to realize the cluster fuck they made in such a promotion.
Or a possible third option, also somewhat likely, the ad execs thought the buying public was too stupid to catch the logic flaw in a “gimmick-free zone”.
Either way I want to find the fucker responsibly for this travesty of a slogan and drown him in horse piss.
Ah well
-De
I was looking around amazon for some new reading material, nothing heavy, just some light fluffy, but enjoyable sci-fi/fantasy. I usually will go through the ‘others bought’ and read the synopsis & a couple good reviews & a couple bad reviews, just to see if it seems to be up my alley. So I stumble across this one review, the book received a rather low score for a popular author in the genre, so I was kinda curious as to why & was perusing away.
Anywho, I get to this one review, where the guy writes this tripe:
“How dare u people call ur selves XXXXX fans then bag out his latest book?!? Sure, it is not his greatest, but it is by XXXXX, and that counts for something. For goodness sake, it's a book one and setting up the storey for the next book. And enjoyable read for XXXXX fans, (if u dare call ur self that) and enjoyable read for those how are starting XXXXX, but this would not be the best book to start on. Sure, he repeats himself a little with storey line and all, but the characters are likeable and for goodness sake........IT'S BY XXXXX WHICH MAKES IT A DAMN FINE BOOK!!!”
now aside from the obvious conflict, having piss-poor grammar in a literary review, his only real argument for the book being good is that he is a fan of the author. Like there is some unwritten rule that in order to be a fan of something you give up the right to ever look at their work critically.
Hell, from that perspective, if you were a true fan of baskin-robins, then you would have to like every flavor ever made, or yet to come.
"HEY KIDS! New poop flavored ice cream, you’ve gotta like it cause you’re a fan of ice cream!!!"
Anyway the whole thing just bothered me so, I thought that I would share my ire.
And speaking of ire, this one is from a corporate stupidity; I went to my local grocery store for lunch today, and saw a big fucking sign on all their doors:
“You are now entering a gimmick-free zone.”
Now this one really pissed me off, especially being one that hates gimmicks. They are one of the lowest forms of advertising, glitz & flash used to sell inferior products to the bovine masses.
(the bovine masses piss me off for not demanding that more eloquent forms of advertising evolve. I still wouldn’t like advertising but at least it might be more entertaining.)
anyway, this “gimmick-free zone” pissed me off for a couple of potential reasons.
First the advertisers thought it would be a good idea to say “gimmick-free zone”, fully realizing that in saying thus it was, in fact, turning the entire store into a gimmick. Which would just bug the ever-living fuck out of me.
I want to shop at a place with food, not a slogan.
Or, what is more likely, their ad execs were too stupid to realize the cluster fuck they made in such a promotion.
Or a possible third option, also somewhat likely, the ad execs thought the buying public was too stupid to catch the logic flaw in a “gimmick-free zone”.
Either way I want to find the fucker responsibly for this travesty of a slogan and drown him in horse piss.
Ah well
-De
May 16, 2005
Shrinkage
So the trek to boston went well, for a fairly accurate rendition of what happened you can hop over to psichron’s spot. He summed it up pretty well.
this has been my third or fourth attempt to write beyond the intro, I’ve got some things I feel like spilling into the void, but the proper phrasing is escaping me. So I’m just gone forge on ahead, and if it’s non-sense so be it.
this weekend I met Frame, a decent bloke, down in boston. And somehow blogging came up. Now what was odd was that he had read this little corner of the web. It really brought home the fact that the world really is getting smaller. I had always been aware that, theoretically, through friends of friends & what not, that someday I might meet someone who had peered into this. Voyeurs into my world the same way I have voyeured into others. But it was strange, and strange in ways I have no idea how to verbalize (or what ever the writing equivalent is), but of course, i'll attempt.
It was simultaneously exciting & disappointing. Exciting because it proved to me that my words are being perused by people beyond my experience, making the world smaller & more accessible. and disappointing for the exact same reason, by bringing my words to people beyond my experience, the world becomes smaller and more accessible.
And I think that sums up my entire feeling on the entire state of the world today. The most exciting disappointing time to exist in. A world filled with endless possibilities, but they are all there for the taking.
All the exploration is either done through technology, hubble or deep sea robotics.
Or into areas that, though kind of nifty, don’t seem to have a excitement yield proportional to the work involved to get it, deep cave spelunkers for example.
Gone are the days when you could hop on a ship or horse, pick a direction and have a good chance to discover something not known to the collective knowledge. America was pretty much founded by people who had a spirit for exploration.
so as Darwin says, 'like father like son.', so I figure many americans have inherited the desire to explore, but there are no new frontiers, only distractions & entertainments. The world has shrunk to the size of a pinhead, & we’re all dancing upon it.
ah well
I still had a great time this weekend.
-De
this has been my third or fourth attempt to write beyond the intro, I’ve got some things I feel like spilling into the void, but the proper phrasing is escaping me. So I’m just gone forge on ahead, and if it’s non-sense so be it.
this weekend I met Frame, a decent bloke, down in boston. And somehow blogging came up. Now what was odd was that he had read this little corner of the web. It really brought home the fact that the world really is getting smaller. I had always been aware that, theoretically, through friends of friends & what not, that someday I might meet someone who had peered into this. Voyeurs into my world the same way I have voyeured into others. But it was strange, and strange in ways I have no idea how to verbalize (or what ever the writing equivalent is), but of course, i'll attempt.
It was simultaneously exciting & disappointing. Exciting because it proved to me that my words are being perused by people beyond my experience, making the world smaller & more accessible. and disappointing for the exact same reason, by bringing my words to people beyond my experience, the world becomes smaller and more accessible.
And I think that sums up my entire feeling on the entire state of the world today. The most exciting disappointing time to exist in. A world filled with endless possibilities, but they are all there for the taking.
All the exploration is either done through technology, hubble or deep sea robotics.
Or into areas that, though kind of nifty, don’t seem to have a excitement yield proportional to the work involved to get it, deep cave spelunkers for example.
Gone are the days when you could hop on a ship or horse, pick a direction and have a good chance to discover something not known to the collective knowledge. America was pretty much founded by people who had a spirit for exploration.
so as Darwin says, 'like father like son.', so I figure many americans have inherited the desire to explore, but there are no new frontiers, only distractions & entertainments. The world has shrunk to the size of a pinhead, & we’re all dancing upon it.
ah well
I still had a great time this weekend.
-De
May 12, 2005
Live Music
music has to be one of my favorite form of artistic expression to partake of, the only problem is i generally enjoy music that is not widely accepted by the mainstream so not many live shows that i want to see come to my area. however this next month is different, I’m going to see three shows, and I actually really want to see all of them. How strange, usually I’m lucky if I get to 1 show in 6months that I really want to see.
Tomorrow: Dresden dolls & NIN
June 4th: Mindless Self Indulgence (MSI)
June 12th: VNV Nation
I’ve actually seen all of these bands before, except for MSI and I know they all put on a good show, each in their own fashion. So this should be a fun bit of music enjoyment.
-De
Tomorrow: Dresden dolls & NIN
June 4th: Mindless Self Indulgence (MSI)
June 12th: VNV Nation
I’ve actually seen all of these bands before, except for MSI and I know they all put on a good show, each in their own fashion. So this should be a fun bit of music enjoyment.
-De
May 11, 2005
National Security Drill
So at the mall near where I work they did a ‘National Security Drill’. And I can see how protecting our nations malls is vital to national security. As we all know, above and beyond all others, the mall is the symbol of what it means to be american: low wages, little or no health insurance, food devoid of nutrition, price gouging, low quality goods, conformity to mediocrity, rent-a-cops & video games.
I for one feel more secure knowing that should WWIII commence my government will be protecting what I hold dear, the ability to shop for name brand goods. At last our government has taken heed of the lessons to be garnered from ‘the dawn of the dead’ movies. That malls are the only hope for american life to continue as we know it, a last bastion of our culture when it all goes to hell. I’m glad that they skipped past such things as schools, business centers, downtown areas, areas that no terrorist would pay attention to, since an assault on our malls is an assault on our way of life.
/sarcasm
seriously though, I could not be less concerned with terrorism.
But I think it’s funny that the first drill they do is to protect a mall. and who really thinks doing a drill in a mall is going to prepare them for something actually happening?
In an actual event some people who are trained can’t handle it, yet other ‘civilians’ jump into the frey to help out however they can.
For the drill they were pretending that a bomb threat was called in; when was the last time a bomb threat was called in, and a bomb actually there?
Come on people, a bomb scare is a big ass BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
Followed by screaming, dust & blood.
This whole thing was staged more for the benefit for an ignorant public that thinks ‘hey they’re doing drills, they’re prepared to keep me safe!’
fuck that noise, as soon as you can explain how sears relates to national security I’ll buy it.
Grrr, I hate stupidity.
-De
I for one feel more secure knowing that should WWIII commence my government will be protecting what I hold dear, the ability to shop for name brand goods. At last our government has taken heed of the lessons to be garnered from ‘the dawn of the dead’ movies. That malls are the only hope for american life to continue as we know it, a last bastion of our culture when it all goes to hell. I’m glad that they skipped past such things as schools, business centers, downtown areas, areas that no terrorist would pay attention to, since an assault on our malls is an assault on our way of life.
/sarcasm
seriously though, I could not be less concerned with terrorism.
But I think it’s funny that the first drill they do is to protect a mall. and who really thinks doing a drill in a mall is going to prepare them for something actually happening?
In an actual event some people who are trained can’t handle it, yet other ‘civilians’ jump into the frey to help out however they can.
For the drill they were pretending that a bomb threat was called in; when was the last time a bomb threat was called in, and a bomb actually there?
Come on people, a bomb scare is a big ass BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
Followed by screaming, dust & blood.
This whole thing was staged more for the benefit for an ignorant public that thinks ‘hey they’re doing drills, they’re prepared to keep me safe!’
fuck that noise, as soon as you can explain how sears relates to national security I’ll buy it.
Grrr, I hate stupidity.
-De
May 10, 2005
Evil 616, Fear it.
So as many of you may already know 666 is not the number of the beast, just a neighbor, maybe 666 is on the same block, maybe the next block up from 616 the true number of the beast (who most likely went by the name Nero). This just makes me laugh, anyone else remember televangelists rambling about the # of the beast? Well, they were all spooked by satan’s neighbor. All the proofs that bush, or prince charles’ were the anti-christ because of the tie to 666, proven bullshit. Thousands of metal-heads saluting stan devin, up the street from el Diablo. Of course, I sincerely doubt that any religious head will admit that they’ve been duped from poor translations of their holy books. That would mean they might have to critically look at the whole thing to see what else was mis-translated. And that could bring into question the entire christian faith’s doctrine. If the christian doctrines do incorporate the new number they will most probably ignore the idea that if they were wrong on this interpretation then they are probably wrong on MUCH more. Ah well, at least the official church of satan id taking it well
"satanists responded coolly to the new 'Revelation'. Peter Gilmore, High Priest of the Church of Satan, based in New York, said: 'By using 666 we're using something that the Christians fear. Mind you, if they do switch to 616 being the number of the beast then we'll start using that.'"
out
-De
"satanists responded coolly to the new 'Revelation'. Peter Gilmore, High Priest of the Church of Satan, based in New York, said: 'By using 666 we're using something that the Christians fear. Mind you, if they do switch to 616 being the number of the beast then we'll start using that.'"
out
-De
May 04, 2005
May 03, 2005
Disjointed Ramblings
It is incredibly hard to willingly descend into madness. To allow, or to force, consciously a sane mind (well, relatively sane) to break into a thousand shards, pieces that cannot be reassembled. I can’t go crazy. Not through mere will alone. And I think that many people try and drive themselves mad, often through artificial artifices. Things like excessive drug, or alcohol use, self destructive habits that batter & abuse their bodies, all in search of the pristine moment of illumination as you sit, for that brief moment straddling sanity & insanity. A moment that all becomes clear, before fracturing into incomprehension.
Madness was thought, by many cultures, to be the result of having seen the face of god or a god, but maybe it is the ultimate face of man. The prophets are often referred to as mad, having seen the face of god, they then spoke that we were in his image. When really all they saw was the ultimate face of man.
Descending into madness is not an easy thing to do. though many would likely already call me mad, I have never entered into a world shadowed by illusion. Tipping over the edge of reality, it just sounds oodles of fun. All reason & responsibility lost.
I look at the world around me and, for the overwhelming portion, I want nothing to do with the species that I share a genetic heritage with. I don’t like people. I don’t like what they do to the world around them, I don’t like what they do to each other, I don’t like that I am just as much a part of the degrading system.
What is the nature of man? I don’t understand the TV nation. I don’t understand the entertainment juggernaut. I don’t understand the political Hyde. I don’t understand the religious hypocrisy. Not what they are, but how they became. Having nostalgia for an age that never was, in a country that never existed.
People can do great things if they put their minds to it, but from my perception of the world they seem more inclined to commit atrocities, and try to convince the world that it was an altruistically motivated event.
It’s not a war in iraq, it’s protecting the poor Iraqis right to a democracy. It’s not discrimination against gays, it’s protecting marriage. They’re not removing our personal freedoms, they are protecting us from mad terrorists. They’re not destroying the environment, they’re protecting jobs. They’re not reducing freedom of speech, they’re protecting the children.
You know what, fuck off with your protecting these things.
If Iraqis wanted democracy they would have revolted. Marriage is a word, a definition, not a person who can’t defend themselves. Our freedom is what you say the terrorists wanted to take away, so you are not protecting us from them, you are becoming them. People can get other jobs & other industries will rise up. Parents are supposed to protect children, don’t punish me because they don’t.
ah, well...
-De
Madness was thought, by many cultures, to be the result of having seen the face of god or a god, but maybe it is the ultimate face of man. The prophets are often referred to as mad, having seen the face of god, they then spoke that we were in his image. When really all they saw was the ultimate face of man.
Descending into madness is not an easy thing to do. though many would likely already call me mad, I have never entered into a world shadowed by illusion. Tipping over the edge of reality, it just sounds oodles of fun. All reason & responsibility lost.
I look at the world around me and, for the overwhelming portion, I want nothing to do with the species that I share a genetic heritage with. I don’t like people. I don’t like what they do to the world around them, I don’t like what they do to each other, I don’t like that I am just as much a part of the degrading system.
What is the nature of man? I don’t understand the TV nation. I don’t understand the entertainment juggernaut. I don’t understand the political Hyde. I don’t understand the religious hypocrisy. Not what they are, but how they became. Having nostalgia for an age that never was, in a country that never existed.
People can do great things if they put their minds to it, but from my perception of the world they seem more inclined to commit atrocities, and try to convince the world that it was an altruistically motivated event.
It’s not a war in iraq, it’s protecting the poor Iraqis right to a democracy. It’s not discrimination against gays, it’s protecting marriage. They’re not removing our personal freedoms, they are protecting us from mad terrorists. They’re not destroying the environment, they’re protecting jobs. They’re not reducing freedom of speech, they’re protecting the children.
You know what, fuck off with your protecting these things.
If Iraqis wanted democracy they would have revolted. Marriage is a word, a definition, not a person who can’t defend themselves. Our freedom is what you say the terrorists wanted to take away, so you are not protecting us from them, you are becoming them. People can get other jobs & other industries will rise up. Parents are supposed to protect children, don’t punish me because they don’t.
ah, well...
-De
May 02, 2005
Fuck Born-again Fucks
Evolution is a fact. I really wish the dumb as fuck born again christians would get the fuck over themselves and stop trying to turn this country into a theocratic dictatorship. One where everyone is free, free to worship christ or go to jail. And I hate the way microsoft word automatically capitalizes christ.
Fucking christians make me embarrassed to be an american, along with a long list of other things.
So I ask anyone reading this, who is not anon, what embarrasses you most about being an american?
-De
Fucking christians make me embarrassed to be an american, along with a long list of other things.
So I ask anyone reading this, who is not anon, what embarrasses you most about being an american?
-De
April 28, 2005
Kill Your Friends, they don't deserve you.
Every now and then people stand right the fuck up and remind me that I fucking hate you all.
Well, maybe not you,
No you I hate.
And you too.
Yeah, I don’t hate you so much.
But every other god damn mother fucker on this planet deserves a slow painful death. For no other reason then the mind-blowing stupidity. Now sometimes I may not be the brightest crayon in the deck, but compared to the average American I’m a brain trust that makes Einstein look mildly retarded.
I know, I know, you want specific examples.
You want to know just what pissed me right the fuck off.
Oh, I see you pretending you don’t give a rats ass, and I see why you aren’t in fucking Hollywood.
There was no specific instance, haven’t you ever had on of those days? You know, the ones where is seems everyone is working in a bizarre concert specifically designed to drive you stark, raving, fucking mad? Dickhead A cuts you off on your way to work, jackass B takes your parking space, fucktard C sets your cat on fire. Etc. etc. It is the overwhelming stupidity of the human race that pisses me right the fuck off, I hope rabid badgers mate in your intestines.
I feel marginally better.
I hope you die.
-De
Well, maybe not you,
No you I hate.
And you too.
Yeah, I don’t hate you so much.
But every other god damn mother fucker on this planet deserves a slow painful death. For no other reason then the mind-blowing stupidity. Now sometimes I may not be the brightest crayon in the deck, but compared to the average American I’m a brain trust that makes Einstein look mildly retarded.
I know, I know, you want specific examples.
You want to know just what pissed me right the fuck off.
Oh, I see you pretending you don’t give a rats ass, and I see why you aren’t in fucking Hollywood.
There was no specific instance, haven’t you ever had on of those days? You know, the ones where is seems everyone is working in a bizarre concert specifically designed to drive you stark, raving, fucking mad? Dickhead A cuts you off on your way to work, jackass B takes your parking space, fucktard C sets your cat on fire. Etc. etc. It is the overwhelming stupidity of the human race that pisses me right the fuck off, I hope rabid badgers mate in your intestines.
I feel marginally better.
I hope you die.
-De
Aack
I am so mind numbingly bored at this moment in time that I’m hoping that WWIII will break out, just to give me something to do.
April 27, 2005
Objective Justice
this is in response to Psuche's recent blog.
Ok, I’m going to attempt to keep this response as mentally legible as possible. But as it’s a long post with many ideas & I’m not the best at written responses it’s anyone’s guess how well I do.
Now you start with the statement that anything that supports life will be upheld by justice, anything detrimental to life will be punished. Now first off this is a species specific, so justice only applies to humans, how else would we eat. And that’s another argument all together. Now justice is blind but people are not, so lets take some time for a thought project.
Here is the situation 2 people, we’ll call them Art & Bert, are put into a biosphere for an unspecified amount of time. both are intelligent people, but bad at statistics & game theory ;), of equal physical ability. Now after some time Art & Bert both notice that they are getting diminishing returns on the crops they are growing. Art, who always was a bit paranoid, starts to save portions of his food allotment that store, just in case they are not let out before there is no more food. Bert on the other hand is confident that they’ll be let out soon and eats the normal amount. Time goes by and there is no more new food. Only Art has food. However because of his reduced rations he is now weaker than Bert.
There are 4 possible outcomes: a)both are alive, b)Art is alive, c)Bert is alive, d)both are dead.
We will ignore a & d since there is no real justice to be objective.
Now b will only occur if Art does not act in favor of Bert’s life, so would how would an objective justice react to Art’s killing of Bart through inaction? Is it just for Art to place his own life above Bert’s?
Now if c occurs, Bert would have killed Art, though the quick killing is more humane than the starvation would have been, he has actively done harm to another in order to preserve his own life. Now would an objective justice uphold Bert in this scenario?
If you can have an objective justice then there must be a clear cut answer to the above quandary as to who recieved justice or who deserves.
Next section refers to your using of justice to explain an accident, like the trucker, but this is a false statement for justice is:
1.The quality of being just; fairness.
2.The principle of moral rightness; equity.
3.Conformity to moral rightness in action or attitude; righteousness.
4.The upholding of what is just, especially fair treatment and due reward in accordance with honor, standards, or law.
Law. The administration and procedure of law.
5.Conformity to truth, fact, or sound reason:
Now you might say that definition 4 is the one which proves it is just. But that defination is so incredibly vague wide reaching that it essentially says justice=reality=justice=reality, ad nausium. I mean conformity to truth, or fact? Reality is truth, so conformity to truth means you don’t break the laws of reality. No true fact can ever go against reality, so every true fact is truth. And sound reason? This is subjective, unless you want to consider sound reason to mean reason base on truth & fact, but since no human can ever truly know if they know the truth, or the facts sound reason in this sense is beyond our comprehension. But I digress.
Definition # 4 essentially says that everything is justice & justice is everything, so if you are going to fall back and say that definition 4 proves the truck driver received justice, then I turn around and say I can kill someone for no reason and they received justice, for I what I did conformed with truth or fact. But that goes against your precept that justice ‘cares’ about life. Now you could say that people will arrest & hang me, and that could be reality delivering justice, BUT I could just as easily get away with it.
So I feel that this logically proves that justice cannot be objectively defined, or i've written a load of crap.
objectively speaking, which would it be?
-De
PS i'm using this defination of objective :Uninfluenced by emotions or personal prejudices:
Ok, I’m going to attempt to keep this response as mentally legible as possible. But as it’s a long post with many ideas & I’m not the best at written responses it’s anyone’s guess how well I do.
Now you start with the statement that anything that supports life will be upheld by justice, anything detrimental to life will be punished. Now first off this is a species specific, so justice only applies to humans, how else would we eat. And that’s another argument all together. Now justice is blind but people are not, so lets take some time for a thought project.
Here is the situation 2 people, we’ll call them Art & Bert, are put into a biosphere for an unspecified amount of time. both are intelligent people, but bad at statistics & game theory ;), of equal physical ability. Now after some time Art & Bert both notice that they are getting diminishing returns on the crops they are growing. Art, who always was a bit paranoid, starts to save portions of his food allotment that store, just in case they are not let out before there is no more food. Bert on the other hand is confident that they’ll be let out soon and eats the normal amount. Time goes by and there is no more new food. Only Art has food. However because of his reduced rations he is now weaker than Bert.
There are 4 possible outcomes: a)both are alive, b)Art is alive, c)Bert is alive, d)both are dead.
We will ignore a & d since there is no real justice to be objective.
Now b will only occur if Art does not act in favor of Bert’s life, so would how would an objective justice react to Art’s killing of Bart through inaction? Is it just for Art to place his own life above Bert’s?
Now if c occurs, Bert would have killed Art, though the quick killing is more humane than the starvation would have been, he has actively done harm to another in order to preserve his own life. Now would an objective justice uphold Bert in this scenario?
If you can have an objective justice then there must be a clear cut answer to the above quandary as to who recieved justice or who deserves.
Next section refers to your using of justice to explain an accident, like the trucker, but this is a false statement for justice is:
1.The quality of being just; fairness.
2.The principle of moral rightness; equity.
3.Conformity to moral rightness in action or attitude; righteousness.
4.The upholding of what is just, especially fair treatment and due reward in accordance with honor, standards, or law.
Law. The administration and procedure of law.
5.Conformity to truth, fact, or sound reason:
Now you might say that definition 4 is the one which proves it is just. But that defination is so incredibly vague wide reaching that it essentially says justice=reality=justice=reality, ad nausium. I mean conformity to truth, or fact? Reality is truth, so conformity to truth means you don’t break the laws of reality. No true fact can ever go against reality, so every true fact is truth. And sound reason? This is subjective, unless you want to consider sound reason to mean reason base on truth & fact, but since no human can ever truly know if they know the truth, or the facts sound reason in this sense is beyond our comprehension. But I digress.
Definition # 4 essentially says that everything is justice & justice is everything, so if you are going to fall back and say that definition 4 proves the truck driver received justice, then I turn around and say I can kill someone for no reason and they received justice, for I what I did conformed with truth or fact. But that goes against your precept that justice ‘cares’ about life. Now you could say that people will arrest & hang me, and that could be reality delivering justice, BUT I could just as easily get away with it.
So I feel that this logically proves that justice cannot be objectively defined, or i've written a load of crap.
objectively speaking, which would it be?
-De
PS i'm using this defination of objective :Uninfluenced by emotions or personal prejudices:
April 26, 2005
April 25, 2005
Documentaries
So this weekend I watched 'the corporation' and 'super size me'. I would highly suggest both, but watch the corporation first.
Basically ‘the corporation’ is a documentary which dissembles various problems with corporations and how they function today. It doesn’t offer any solutions to the problem, but before any problem can be fixed, it must be clearly understood. And this movie goes a long way toward outlining many of the problems with corporations.
One of the first things it goes over is that corporations are legally treated as if they were people. And they are ‘people’ who have strict legal outlines of how they must interact with the world. They are required, by law, to hold their own self interest above ALL other interests. This basically creates a legally bound psychopath, AKA sociopath, or:
antisocial personality disorder
Function: noun
: a personality disorder that is characterized by antisocial behavior exhibiting pervasive disregard for and violation of the rights, feelings, and safety of others that is often marked by a lack of remorse for having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from others.
An interesting little bit about corporations is they are legally ‘psychopathic people’ that are not held to the same laws that we hold human psychopaths to. For example if someone suffers ‘wrongful death’ through unsafe business practices, i.e. 10 children choke to death on a toy, the business is not tried as a person, which they legally are. If a psychopath were to kill 10 children by strangulation they would get the death penalty, or life in prison at least. A corporation with the same amount of dead children would at most get a fine & a recall. (yes, I know, I used children in the example, to bring the knee jerk reaction ‘oh my god! the children!’ deal with it.).
To get much more eloquent arguments as to why corporations need to lose their ‘people’ status (which they gain through a blatant misuse of the emancipation proclamation). And need to be held much more accountable for the damage they do to people & the world at large, watch ‘the corporation’.
One of the neat things about watching ‘super size me’ after ‘the corporation’ is it really shows a case in point, further backing the ‘psychopathic people’ outlook that the corporations are required to maintain. McD’s knows their food is bad for you but it is profitable.
Profits over people is not good business, it’s the law.
-De
Basically ‘the corporation’ is a documentary which dissembles various problems with corporations and how they function today. It doesn’t offer any solutions to the problem, but before any problem can be fixed, it must be clearly understood. And this movie goes a long way toward outlining many of the problems with corporations.
One of the first things it goes over is that corporations are legally treated as if they were people. And they are ‘people’ who have strict legal outlines of how they must interact with the world. They are required, by law, to hold their own self interest above ALL other interests. This basically creates a legally bound psychopath, AKA sociopath, or:
antisocial personality disorder
Function: noun
: a personality disorder that is characterized by antisocial behavior exhibiting pervasive disregard for and violation of the rights, feelings, and safety of others that is often marked by a lack of remorse for having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from others.
An interesting little bit about corporations is they are legally ‘psychopathic people’ that are not held to the same laws that we hold human psychopaths to. For example if someone suffers ‘wrongful death’ through unsafe business practices, i.e. 10 children choke to death on a toy, the business is not tried as a person, which they legally are. If a psychopath were to kill 10 children by strangulation they would get the death penalty, or life in prison at least. A corporation with the same amount of dead children would at most get a fine & a recall. (yes, I know, I used children in the example, to bring the knee jerk reaction ‘oh my god! the children!’ deal with it.).
To get much more eloquent arguments as to why corporations need to lose their ‘people’ status (which they gain through a blatant misuse of the emancipation proclamation). And need to be held much more accountable for the damage they do to people & the world at large, watch ‘the corporation’.
One of the neat things about watching ‘super size me’ after ‘the corporation’ is it really shows a case in point, further backing the ‘psychopathic people’ outlook that the corporations are required to maintain. McD’s knows their food is bad for you but it is profitable.
Profits over people is not good business, it’s the law.
-De
April 21, 2005
YaY happy times are a comin'
So it’s almost here, the innovation every man, woman, & child living in maine has been waiting for….. HIBERNATION FOR HUMANS!!! That’s right in ten years or so I’m going to start hibernation on the busiest shopping day of the year and not come out of it till the first 80 deg day! I’ll be living a 3 season life & loving it.
April 20, 2005
damn, why do i have to work?
damn & double damn, we have a new record high of 84deg, breaking a 19 year reign of 81deg from '76.
I Don't Know if it's Art....
So I learned something interesting about myself while visiting the met, I learned there is a difference between someone who appreciates art and someone who simply enjoys art. And I enjoy but don’t appreciate. What’s the difference? I guess the old saying ‘I don’t know if its art, but I know what I like.’ Really sums it up. I realized that art to me is pretty pictures and neat sculpture. There are some artist who I really enjoy, Dali or H R Giger for example, I love. But a large majority of art either bores me or annoys me. I just plain ol’ don’t appriciate art. I could see the entire met in as little time as it takes to walk through it at a brisk pace. And, afterward, I would not feel that I missed out on anything.
But as I was going through I realized that if the met was nothing other than a series of sound proof rooms each playing a different musical artist I could spend weeks & weeks there. I enjoy & appreciate music.
It makes me wonder how much of ones ability, to appreciate the various arts, is nature vs nurture. Was it something in my upbringing that caused the portions of my brain that interprets music to become more developed than the visual regions? Or is my genetic pattern such that I would, regardless of upbringing, eventually prefer aural stimulation to visual stimulation?
Guess I’ll never know.
But one thing I did learn from my visit to the met is this:
andy warhol sucks ass.
-De
But as I was going through I realized that if the met was nothing other than a series of sound proof rooms each playing a different musical artist I could spend weeks & weeks there. I enjoy & appreciate music.
It makes me wonder how much of ones ability, to appreciate the various arts, is nature vs nurture. Was it something in my upbringing that caused the portions of my brain that interprets music to become more developed than the visual regions? Or is my genetic pattern such that I would, regardless of upbringing, eventually prefer aural stimulation to visual stimulation?
Guess I’ll never know.
But one thing I did learn from my visit to the met is this:
andy warhol sucks ass.
-De
April 19, 2005
A Friendly Spanish Harlem
So when I was down in NYC I stayed with some friends,Nick and Hilary (or is it Hillary? I can never remember), and that went a long way toward improving my opinion of NYC. First off it was nice staying in manhattan, Spanish harlem to be specific. A very Hispanic neighborhood, lots of Spanish being spoken, as the name would imply. Anywho, it was nice to be able to go somewhere and rest weary feet.
so the first night, nick & I went to his neighborhood bar across the street, hilary joined us later (Inge stayed with kid this night). I must say, bars staying open till 4am is a dangerously good thing. We got about 7-8 rounds & were feeling pretty good, and I was amazed by how friendly everyone was. Since nick is a regular there we only had to pay for 3 rounds, never a bad thing. This really did more to improve my opinion of NYC than anything else, just such a mix of people who didn’t care one way or another what race, sex, religion, or career anyone else was or had, If you were there & not looking for trouble, you were worth talking to. No airs, no pretensions. Just people being decent. Who woulda thunk it?
Anyway, I’ve meandered long enough.
-De
so the first night, nick & I went to his neighborhood bar across the street, hilary joined us later (Inge stayed with kid this night). I must say, bars staying open till 4am is a dangerously good thing. We got about 7-8 rounds & were feeling pretty good, and I was amazed by how friendly everyone was. Since nick is a regular there we only had to pay for 3 rounds, never a bad thing. This really did more to improve my opinion of NYC than anything else, just such a mix of people who didn’t care one way or another what race, sex, religion, or career anyone else was or had, If you were there & not looking for trouble, you were worth talking to. No airs, no pretensions. Just people being decent. Who woulda thunk it?
Anyway, I’ve meandered long enough.
-De
April 18, 2005
Shockheaded Peter
Ok so NYC wasn’t bad, we went down to see shockheaded peter. it is a wonderfully twisted musical translation of Struwwelpeter preformed by the tiger lillies. i went down with my sig. other, her child & brother, and the show was great.
one of the funny things about it is it's been getting great reviews. however, most of the people, who read the reviews, are not equiped to deal with something like this. it's too, well, creative for them to understand (I know, belittling and a broad generalization, it'd take a whole new post to get into). so,anywho, there were these 2 'well-to-do' couples sitting behind us, mid to late 50's. the women sat together, each trying to prove thay they were the most vapid. while the men sat trying to 'one up' each other on real estate market value knowledge. pointless people really, but i knew they had no idea what they were in for. after about 2 hours of wonderful 'theater of the perverse', for children, sort of. it was done, and the couples behind us begin asking the kid if she liked it. well, the kid loved ever second of it, and told them so, at great length. the thing about it is, in the lobby, waiting to buy CD's one of the women came up again. and in condescention, that was a bit over the childs head, asked again it she REALLY liked it (as if child was making it up to please the adults) so the kid broke out in sing-song from the play as proof that she liked it. heh, fucking uptown twat, a 6-year old has more taste than you. and some people teach their kids to have their own opinions, not just mimic their parents.
anywho, i'm not sure if i wrote this coherently or not, couldn't proof read for clarity
no more wisdom, it's joind the chewy bits to the side under prIncIpIa dIscordIa.
-De
one of the funny things about it is it's been getting great reviews. however, most of the people, who read the reviews, are not equiped to deal with something like this. it's too, well, creative for them to understand (I know, belittling and a broad generalization, it'd take a whole new post to get into). so,anywho, there were these 2 'well-to-do' couples sitting behind us, mid to late 50's. the women sat together, each trying to prove thay they were the most vapid. while the men sat trying to 'one up' each other on real estate market value knowledge. pointless people really, but i knew they had no idea what they were in for. after about 2 hours of wonderful 'theater of the perverse', for children, sort of. it was done, and the couples behind us begin asking the kid if she liked it. well, the kid loved ever second of it, and told them so, at great length. the thing about it is, in the lobby, waiting to buy CD's one of the women came up again. and in condescention, that was a bit over the childs head, asked again it she REALLY liked it (as if child was making it up to please the adults) so the kid broke out in sing-song from the play as proof that she liked it. heh, fucking uptown twat, a 6-year old has more taste than you. and some people teach their kids to have their own opinions, not just mimic their parents.
anywho, i'm not sure if i wrote this coherently or not, couldn't proof read for clarity
no more wisdom, it's joind the chewy bits to the side under prIncIpIa dIscordIa.
-De
April 15, 2005
Off
down to nyc we go in a red mitsubishi, has a cd player good.
Good luck, and Congratulations AZ
-De
(no wisdom today)
Good luck, and Congratulations AZ
-De
(no wisdom today)
April 14, 2005
McD's & NYC
So I did it again. I ate at mcdonald’s. I only had limited time on errands at lunch and it was the only place in between I had time for. Either that or starve, I kinda wished I had chosen starvation.
Mcdonald’s needs a new slogan-
‘employing the hopelessly unemployable since 1954’.
how about ‘mcdonald’s, we hire employees that make you look better’.
‘eat our food and you’ll fit in with our staff’.
‘eat quick before it coagulates’.
I don’t know what in the nine hells made me get over my disgust to actually eat there. Pork rinds are better. A lard-sicle would be better. Ah well, my body will make me regret it.
Anyway heading down to NYC tomorrow for the weekend. I always have mixed feelings about NYC, I’ve never really had a good time there, but this time we have a place to stay in the city, so maybe that’ll make things better. And I’ve not yet been able to find a good music store for industrial/goth down there. Few shops with good clothes. A lot of walking for not much worthwhile. The only clubs I’ve been to sucked, a lot of pretension & mediocre music. Hopefully this time will go better. If not then I’m swearing off NYC. London will be my port of call. for every bad point of new york, London had 5 good points.
words of wisdom:
What We Know About ERIS (not much)
The Romans left a likeness of Her for posterity--She was shown as a grotesque woman with a pale and ghastly look, Her eyes afire, Her garment ripped and torn, and as concealing a dagger in Her Bosom. Actually, most women look pale and ghastly when concealing a chilly dagger in their bosoms.
Her geneology is from the Greeks and is utterly confused. Either She was the twin of Ares and the daughter of Zeus and Hera; or She was the daughter of Nyx, goddess of night (who was either the daughter or wife of Chaos, or both), and Nyx's brother, Erebus, and whose brothers and sisters include Death, Doom, Mockery, and Friendship. And that She begat Forgetfullness, Quarrels, Lies, and a bunch of gods and goddesses like that.
One day Mal-2 consulted his Pineal Gland* and asked Eris if She really created all of those terrible things. She told him that She had always liked the Old Greeks, but that they cannot be trusted with historic matters.
"They were," She added, "victims of indigestion, you know."
Suffice it to say that Eris is not hateful or malicious. But She is mischievous, and does get a little bitchy at times.
-De
*THE PINEAL GLAND is where each and every one of us can talk to Eris. If you have trouble activating your Pineal, then try the appendix which does almost as well.
Reference: DOGMA I, METAPHYSICS #3, "The Indoctrine of the Pineal Gland"
Mcdonald’s needs a new slogan-
‘employing the hopelessly unemployable since 1954’.
how about ‘mcdonald’s, we hire employees that make you look better’.
‘eat our food and you’ll fit in with our staff’.
‘eat quick before it coagulates’.
I don’t know what in the nine hells made me get over my disgust to actually eat there. Pork rinds are better. A lard-sicle would be better. Ah well, my body will make me regret it.
Anyway heading down to NYC tomorrow for the weekend. I always have mixed feelings about NYC, I’ve never really had a good time there, but this time we have a place to stay in the city, so maybe that’ll make things better. And I’ve not yet been able to find a good music store for industrial/goth down there. Few shops with good clothes. A lot of walking for not much worthwhile. The only clubs I’ve been to sucked, a lot of pretension & mediocre music. Hopefully this time will go better. If not then I’m swearing off NYC. London will be my port of call. for every bad point of new york, London had 5 good points.
words of wisdom:
What We Know About ERIS (not much)
The Romans left a likeness of Her for posterity--She was shown as a grotesque woman with a pale and ghastly look, Her eyes afire, Her garment ripped and torn, and as concealing a dagger in Her Bosom. Actually, most women look pale and ghastly when concealing a chilly dagger in their bosoms.
Her geneology is from the Greeks and is utterly confused. Either She was the twin of Ares and the daughter of Zeus and Hera; or She was the daughter of Nyx, goddess of night (who was either the daughter or wife of Chaos, or both), and Nyx's brother, Erebus, and whose brothers and sisters include Death, Doom, Mockery, and Friendship. And that She begat Forgetfullness, Quarrels, Lies, and a bunch of gods and goddesses like that.
One day Mal-2 consulted his Pineal Gland* and asked Eris if She really created all of those terrible things. She told him that She had always liked the Old Greeks, but that they cannot be trusted with historic matters.
"They were," She added, "victims of indigestion, you know."
Suffice it to say that Eris is not hateful or malicious. But She is mischievous, and does get a little bitchy at times.
-De
*THE PINEAL GLAND is where each and every one of us can talk to Eris. If you have trouble activating your Pineal, then try the appendix which does almost as well.
Reference: DOGMA I, METAPHYSICS #3, "The Indoctrine of the Pineal Gland"
April 13, 2005
Nothing, Really
My world is sadly becoming saner. And I don’t like it, nope, not one bit. But what ‘cha gonna do? I don’t even have the energy to notice the absurd in the world around me. Every day I used to notice something new and absurd with how us people deal with the world around us. I would laugh at the idiosyncratic rituals that people would go through to keep hold of their tenous grip on ‘reality’. But not so much anymore. One thing that I do find funny is people’s reliance upon COFFEE. They talk about it all the time. they expect everyone else to partake of their drug of choice. Admittedly it is not as detrimental as most drugs out there, but I still laugh at how people treat coffee. it's like a child treats their Halloween candy. Clutching it like life support in the morning, and wondering why they can’t get to sleep at night, the buzz of caffine flying around their heads. it is amusing that people who drink coffee expect you to ignore their morning fuck-ups because ‘they haven’t had their coffee yet’. Imagine a stoner saying ‘oh, sorry I fucked that up, but I couldn’t do a wake-n-bake this morning’. People are dumb.
see, i told you, nothing, really.
words of wisdom:
THE BIRTH OF THE ERISIAN MOVEMENT
The RevelationJust prior to the decade of the nineteen-sixties, when Sputnik was alone and new, and about the time that Ken Kesey took his first acid trip as a medical volunteer; before underground newspapers, Viet Nam, and talk of a second American Revolution; in the comparative quiet of the late nineteen- fifties, just before the idea of RENAISSANCE became relevant....
Two young Californians, known later as Omar Ravenhurst and Malaclypse the Younger, were indulging in their habit of sipping coffee at an allnight bowling alley and generally solving the world's problems. This particular evening the main subject of discussion was discord and they were complaining to each other of the personal confusion they felt in their respective lives.
"Solve the problem of discord," said one, "and all other problems will vanish."
"Indeed," said the other, "chaos and strife are the roots of all confusion."
First I Must Sprinkle You With Fairy Dust
Suddenly the place became devoid of light. Then an utter silence enveloped them, and a great stillness was felt. Then came a blinding flash of intense light, as though their very psyches had gone nova. Then vision returned.
The two were dazed and neither moved nor spoke for several minutes. They looked around and saw that the bowlers were frozen like statues in a variety of comic positions, and that a bowling ball was steadfastly anchored to the floor only inches from the pins that it had been sent to scatter. The two looked at each other, totally unable to account for the phenomenon. The condition was one of suspension, and one noticed that the clock had stopped.
There walked into the room a chimpanzee, shaggy and grey about the muzzle, yet upright to his full five feet, and poised with natural majesty. He carried a scroll and walked to the young men.
"Gentlemen," he said, "why does Pickering's Moon go about in reverse orbit? Gentlemen, there are nipples on your chests; do you give milk? And what, pray tell, Gentlemen, is to be done about Heisenberg's Law?" He paused. "SOMEBODY HAD TO PUT ALL OF THIS CONFUSION HERE!"
And with that he revealed his scroll. It was a diagram, like a yin- yang with a pentagon on one side and an apple on the other. And then he exploded and the two lost consciousness.
ERIS - Goddess of Chaos, Discord & Confusion
They awoke to the sound of pins clattering, and found the bowlers engaged in their game and the waitress busy with making coffee. It was apparant that their experience had been private.
They discussed their strange encounter and reconstructed from memory the chimpanzee's diagram. Over the next five days they searched libraries to find the significance of it, but were disappointed to uncover only references to Taoism, the Korean flag, and Technocracy. It was not until they traced the Greek writing on the apple that they discovered the ancient Goddess known to the Greeks as Eris and to the Romans as Discordia. This was on the fifth night, and when they slept that night each had a vivid dream of a splendid woman whose eyes were as soft as feather and as deep as eternity itself, and whose body was the spectacular dance of atoms and universes. Pyrotechnics of pure energy formed her flowing hair, and rainbows manifested and dissolved as she spoke in a warm and gentle voice:
I have come to tell you that you are free. Many ages ago, My consciousness left man, that he might develop himself. I return to find this development approaching completion, but hindered by fear and by misunderstanding.
You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor, and clad in them, your vision is restricted, your movements are clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised, and your spirit is broiled in the sun.
I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.
During the next months they studied philosophies and theologies, and learned that Eris or Discordia was primarily feared by the ancients as being disruptive. Indeed, the very concept of chaos was still considered equivalent to strife and treated as a negative. "No wonder things are all screwed up," they concluded, "they have got it all backwards." They found that the principle of disorder was every much as significant as the principle of order.
With this in mind, they studied the strange yin-yang. During a meditation one afternoon, a voice came to them:
It is called the Sacred Chao. I appoint you Keepers of It. Therein you will find anything you like. Speak of Me as Discord, to show contrast to the pentagon. Tell constricted mankind that there are no rules, unless they choose to invent rules. Keep close the words of Syadasti: 'TIS AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NO MINDS. And remember that there is no tyranny in the State of Confusion. For further information, consult your pineal gland.
"What is this?" mumbled one to the other, "A religion based on The Goddess of Confusion? It is utter madness!"
And with those words, each looked at the other in absolute awe. Omar began to giggle. Mal began to laugh. Omar began to jump up and down. Mal was hooting and hollering to beat all hell. And amid squeals of mirth and with tears on their cheeks, each appointed the other to be high priest of his own madness, and together they declared themselves to be a society of Discordia, for what ever that may turn out to be.
-De
see, i told you, nothing, really.
words of wisdom:
THE BIRTH OF THE ERISIAN MOVEMENT
The RevelationJust prior to the decade of the nineteen-sixties, when Sputnik was alone and new, and about the time that Ken Kesey took his first acid trip as a medical volunteer; before underground newspapers, Viet Nam, and talk of a second American Revolution; in the comparative quiet of the late nineteen- fifties, just before the idea of RENAISSANCE became relevant....
Two young Californians, known later as Omar Ravenhurst and Malaclypse the Younger, were indulging in their habit of sipping coffee at an allnight bowling alley and generally solving the world's problems. This particular evening the main subject of discussion was discord and they were complaining to each other of the personal confusion they felt in their respective lives.
"Solve the problem of discord," said one, "and all other problems will vanish."
"Indeed," said the other, "chaos and strife are the roots of all confusion."
First I Must Sprinkle You With Fairy Dust
Suddenly the place became devoid of light. Then an utter silence enveloped them, and a great stillness was felt. Then came a blinding flash of intense light, as though their very psyches had gone nova. Then vision returned.
The two were dazed and neither moved nor spoke for several minutes. They looked around and saw that the bowlers were frozen like statues in a variety of comic positions, and that a bowling ball was steadfastly anchored to the floor only inches from the pins that it had been sent to scatter. The two looked at each other, totally unable to account for the phenomenon. The condition was one of suspension, and one noticed that the clock had stopped.
There walked into the room a chimpanzee, shaggy and grey about the muzzle, yet upright to his full five feet, and poised with natural majesty. He carried a scroll and walked to the young men.
"Gentlemen," he said, "why does Pickering's Moon go about in reverse orbit? Gentlemen, there are nipples on your chests; do you give milk? And what, pray tell, Gentlemen, is to be done about Heisenberg's Law?" He paused. "SOMEBODY HAD TO PUT ALL OF THIS CONFUSION HERE!"
And with that he revealed his scroll. It was a diagram, like a yin- yang with a pentagon on one side and an apple on the other. And then he exploded and the two lost consciousness.
ERIS - Goddess of Chaos, Discord & Confusion
They awoke to the sound of pins clattering, and found the bowlers engaged in their game and the waitress busy with making coffee. It was apparant that their experience had been private.
They discussed their strange encounter and reconstructed from memory the chimpanzee's diagram. Over the next five days they searched libraries to find the significance of it, but were disappointed to uncover only references to Taoism, the Korean flag, and Technocracy. It was not until they traced the Greek writing on the apple that they discovered the ancient Goddess known to the Greeks as Eris and to the Romans as Discordia. This was on the fifth night, and when they slept that night each had a vivid dream of a splendid woman whose eyes were as soft as feather and as deep as eternity itself, and whose body was the spectacular dance of atoms and universes. Pyrotechnics of pure energy formed her flowing hair, and rainbows manifested and dissolved as she spoke in a warm and gentle voice:
I have come to tell you that you are free. Many ages ago, My consciousness left man, that he might develop himself. I return to find this development approaching completion, but hindered by fear and by misunderstanding.
You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor, and clad in them, your vision is restricted, your movements are clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised, and your spirit is broiled in the sun.
I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.
During the next months they studied philosophies and theologies, and learned that Eris or Discordia was primarily feared by the ancients as being disruptive. Indeed, the very concept of chaos was still considered equivalent to strife and treated as a negative. "No wonder things are all screwed up," they concluded, "they have got it all backwards." They found that the principle of disorder was every much as significant as the principle of order.
With this in mind, they studied the strange yin-yang. During a meditation one afternoon, a voice came to them:
It is called the Sacred Chao. I appoint you Keepers of It. Therein you will find anything you like. Speak of Me as Discord, to show contrast to the pentagon. Tell constricted mankind that there are no rules, unless they choose to invent rules. Keep close the words of Syadasti: 'TIS AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NO MINDS. And remember that there is no tyranny in the State of Confusion. For further information, consult your pineal gland.
"What is this?" mumbled one to the other, "A religion based on The Goddess of Confusion? It is utter madness!"
And with those words, each looked at the other in absolute awe. Omar began to giggle. Mal began to laugh. Omar began to jump up and down. Mal was hooting and hollering to beat all hell. And amid squeals of mirth and with tears on their cheeks, each appointed the other to be high priest of his own madness, and together they declared themselves to be a society of Discordia, for what ever that may turn out to be.
-De
April 11, 2005
harumph!
Balls! Well, it's been a heated couple a days on the blog front. Itwas fun but I have grown weary of it, so another topical discussionshall ensue. Hmm…I can't think of any topical discussions, so a nontopical shall ensue! Frogs, giant, flying, poison arrow (or dart, ifyou prefer) frogs would be a great plague. I think that the bible justhas regular frog proves that god doesn't exist. Any real god, worthhis salt, would use his creation powers to make giant flying poisonarrow frogs. Any sane rational person will recognize the truth of thisstatement. 'Worth his salt' hmm, wonder if this saying comes from someancient time when soldiers would be given a ration of salt in additionto their pay. For that matter, I wonder if the ever was a time whensoldiers were given a ration of salt. Would whores accept their saltration as pay? Would soldiers season their whores with their salt?What does this have to do with giant flying poison arrow frogs? Find out next time on befuddled.
Words of wisdom:
Western Union TelegramTo: Jehova Yahweh
Care: Celestial Hotel (Suite #666)Presidential Tier, Paradise
Dear God;
This is to inform you that your current position as deity is herewithterminated due to gross incompetence STOP
Your check will be mailed STOP
Please do not use me for a reference
Respectfully,Malaclypse the Younger/Omnibenevolent Polyfather
POEE High Pries
t-De
Words of wisdom:
Western Union TelegramTo: Jehova Yahweh
Care: Celestial Hotel (Suite #666)Presidential Tier, Paradise
Dear God;
This is to inform you that your current position as deity is herewithterminated due to gross incompetence STOP
Your check will be mailed STOP
Please do not use me for a reference
Respectfully,Malaclypse the Younger/Omnibenevolent Polyfather
POEE High Pries
t-De
April 06, 2005
They're out to get me
OK, lets talk about conspiracy theories. First off, this term has come to mean a crackpot idea with little or no real merit. By and large this is true. But not always. For some reason long ago I became absolutely fascinated with conspiracy theories, not the various theories themselves, but how they work with the social psyche. I even went so far as to create my own & see if I could get it to catch on, I was happy to see my work come to fruition a few months later when a friend told me my own conspiracy theory back to me, and he got it from different sources & thought it was his own. Like any good theory people must be able to independently come to these conclusions on their own.
No conspiracy will be believed if it all comes from only one source & you cannot look it up on your own. Also people are very good a correlating data incorrectly. Look at rush lumbaugh, many times have I heard very intelligent dissemblance of the facts only to have him pull a conclusion from left field, or right field if you will.
Now a good way to look at if something is a crackpot theory or may have some legitimacy it is good to apply that old scientific precept Ockham’s razor.
Ockham’s razor : A rule in science and philosophy stating that entities should not be multiplied needlessly. This rule is interpreted to mean that the simplest of two or more competing theories is preferable and that an explanation for unknown phenomena should first be attempted in terms of what is already known.
We’ll take the current theory on psicron’s blog to dissect: (yes, I know that it is ‘deeper and more complex than what I’m portraying here, shut up it’s a case in point not a comprehensive dissection of every angle of a particular theory)
Smoking doesn’t cause cancer. Cancer is a nutritional imbalance.
The conspiracy points thus far:
OK first point of the conspiracy: cancer research needs to have a sustainable plausible cause of cancer.
Second point: government is untrustworthy and give false health information.
Third point: any testing uses too high doses to be valid.
So on the first point: cancer research need to give people something to believe causes it. Well, people are pretty much convinced that just about everything causes cancer now adays, they don’t care so much why, but how to fix it. If it was proven smoking doesn’t cause cancer it would not make a shit-bit-o-difference to the pharmacutical companies who do cancer research. Simplest solution cancer researchers don’t care what causes cancer. Point null.
Second point: government gives false health information. Ok, I agree, don’t trust your government but they serve one of 2 intrests a: truth, or b: biggest pocket book. They wouldn’t bother lying and saying the guy who paid us the most causes cancer. Tobacco lobbies have donated far more money to the government than the anti-smokers. So it seems likely that choice a: truth won the day. Simplest solution, no conspiracy
Third point: any testing uses too high doses to be valid. Well there is some merit to this sort of thing occurring, however these are not the primary styles of tests which are done, most of these tests are done on humans, hundreds of thousands of them. And unless 99% of the doctors & researches are lying as well (not likely), smoking causes cancer. 1% of tests saying it is safe is acceptable statistical annomally. Simplest solution, tens of thousands of researcher over the last 50 years have not ‘been faking it’.
Now the problem with conspiracy theories is you keep finding ‘corraborating’ evidence which ‘prove’ your point. It is not real evidence, mostly coincendental evidence that the mind draws connections too, much like the big dipper is not really drawn in the sky. Conspiracy theories are easy to believe because they most often play on our mistrust or fear. The good ones have both. There are all sorts of alternative medicine conspiracy theories out there today, playing on our fear of sickness, of not being in control of our bodies, mixed with our mistrust of chemicals & the governmental practices. Like any good theory many have a basis in truth and then go out to left field. I have something against the charlatans who preach false hope, as much as I hate the pharmacuticle companies for preacing false hope. A sane & rational approach is use nature as much as possible but don’t shun chemicals when nature can’t help, and nature cannot always help.
Anywho
Enough of my holy roller rant.
Words of wisdom:
A ZEN STORY
by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal A serious young man found the conflicts of mid 20th Century America confusing. He went to many people seeking a way of resolving within himself the discords that troubled him, but he remained troubled. One night in a coffee house, a self-ordained Zen Master said to him, "go to the dilapidated mansion you will find at this address which I have written down for you. Do not speak to those who live there; you must remain silent until the moon rises tomorrow night. Go to the large room on the right of the main hallway, sit in the lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast corner, face the corner, and meditate." He did just as the Zen Master instructed. His meditation was frequently interrupted by worries. He worried whether or not the rest of the plumbing fixtures would fall from the second floor bathroom to join the pipes and other trash he was sitting on. He worried how would he know when the moon rose on the next night. He worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him. His worrying and meditation were disturbed when, as if in a test of his faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that time two people walked into the room. The first asked the second who the man was sitting there was. The second replied "Some say he is a holy man. Others say he is a shithead."
Hearing this, the man was enlightened.
-De
No conspiracy will be believed if it all comes from only one source & you cannot look it up on your own. Also people are very good a correlating data incorrectly. Look at rush lumbaugh, many times have I heard very intelligent dissemblance of the facts only to have him pull a conclusion from left field, or right field if you will.
Now a good way to look at if something is a crackpot theory or may have some legitimacy it is good to apply that old scientific precept Ockham’s razor.
Ockham’s razor : A rule in science and philosophy stating that entities should not be multiplied needlessly. This rule is interpreted to mean that the simplest of two or more competing theories is preferable and that an explanation for unknown phenomena should first be attempted in terms of what is already known.
We’ll take the current theory on psicron’s blog to dissect: (yes, I know that it is ‘deeper and more complex than what I’m portraying here, shut up it’s a case in point not a comprehensive dissection of every angle of a particular theory)
Smoking doesn’t cause cancer. Cancer is a nutritional imbalance.
The conspiracy points thus far:
OK first point of the conspiracy: cancer research needs to have a sustainable plausible cause of cancer.
Second point: government is untrustworthy and give false health information.
Third point: any testing uses too high doses to be valid.
So on the first point: cancer research need to give people something to believe causes it. Well, people are pretty much convinced that just about everything causes cancer now adays, they don’t care so much why, but how to fix it. If it was proven smoking doesn’t cause cancer it would not make a shit-bit-o-difference to the pharmacutical companies who do cancer research. Simplest solution cancer researchers don’t care what causes cancer. Point null.
Second point: government gives false health information. Ok, I agree, don’t trust your government but they serve one of 2 intrests a: truth, or b: biggest pocket book. They wouldn’t bother lying and saying the guy who paid us the most causes cancer. Tobacco lobbies have donated far more money to the government than the anti-smokers. So it seems likely that choice a: truth won the day. Simplest solution, no conspiracy
Third point: any testing uses too high doses to be valid. Well there is some merit to this sort of thing occurring, however these are not the primary styles of tests which are done, most of these tests are done on humans, hundreds of thousands of them. And unless 99% of the doctors & researches are lying as well (not likely), smoking causes cancer. 1% of tests saying it is safe is acceptable statistical annomally. Simplest solution, tens of thousands of researcher over the last 50 years have not ‘been faking it’.
Now the problem with conspiracy theories is you keep finding ‘corraborating’ evidence which ‘prove’ your point. It is not real evidence, mostly coincendental evidence that the mind draws connections too, much like the big dipper is not really drawn in the sky. Conspiracy theories are easy to believe because they most often play on our mistrust or fear. The good ones have both. There are all sorts of alternative medicine conspiracy theories out there today, playing on our fear of sickness, of not being in control of our bodies, mixed with our mistrust of chemicals & the governmental practices. Like any good theory many have a basis in truth and then go out to left field. I have something against the charlatans who preach false hope, as much as I hate the pharmacuticle companies for preacing false hope. A sane & rational approach is use nature as much as possible but don’t shun chemicals when nature can’t help, and nature cannot always help.
Anywho
Enough of my holy roller rant.
Words of wisdom:
A ZEN STORY
by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal A serious young man found the conflicts of mid 20th Century America confusing. He went to many people seeking a way of resolving within himself the discords that troubled him, but he remained troubled. One night in a coffee house, a self-ordained Zen Master said to him, "go to the dilapidated mansion you will find at this address which I have written down for you. Do not speak to those who live there; you must remain silent until the moon rises tomorrow night. Go to the large room on the right of the main hallway, sit in the lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast corner, face the corner, and meditate." He did just as the Zen Master instructed. His meditation was frequently interrupted by worries. He worried whether or not the rest of the plumbing fixtures would fall from the second floor bathroom to join the pipes and other trash he was sitting on. He worried how would he know when the moon rose on the next night. He worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him. His worrying and meditation were disturbed when, as if in a test of his faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that time two people walked into the room. The first asked the second who the man was sitting there was. The second replied "Some say he is a holy man. Others say he is a shithead."
Hearing this, the man was enlightened.
-De
April 04, 2005
Don't Fear the Reaper
So, I was talking with some pals last night and, the ever-present in the news subject of the hour, death came up, mine specifically. So I’ll share what we determined was going to have to be done with my remains upon my demise. First, of course, my blood will be drained, then replaced with high proof alcohol, tequila most likely, maybe vodka, so that when my corpse is set ablaze, a might fire-ball it will make. My blood then will be mixed with a variety of fine liquors, to be used in mixed drinks at my wake (and for the mother of all bloody-mary’s at their wake the following morn).
Next up at the wake, the distribution of wealth, for this process they’re gonna have to de-bone me. First all of my phlanges shall be put into a sack & everyone mentioned in my will shall draw one out as a keepsake. then my bones shall be ‘chipped up’ by this I mean sliced into poker chips, and everyone shall sit down & play poker, a winner take all of my inheritance (if one runs out of 'bone-chips' one does have the option of strip poker to remain in the game, clothes must be left off till the winner has taken all.). It’s really the only fair way to decide who gets it all after all.
Anyway,
word of wisdom:
THE FIVE COMMANDMENTS (THE PENTABARF)
The PENTABARF was discovered by the hermit Apostle Zarathud in the Fifth Year of The Caterpillar. He found them carved in gilded stone, while building a sun deck for his cave, but their import was lost for they were written in a mysterious cypher. However, after 10 weeks & 11 hours of intensive scrutiny he discerned that the message could be read by standing on his head and viewing it upside down.
KNOW YE THIS O MAN OF FAITH!
I - There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess. There is no Erisian Movement but The Erisian Movement and it is The Erisian Movement. And every Golden Apple Corps is the beloved home of a Golden Worm.
II - A Discordian Shall Always use the Official Discordian Document Numbering System.
III - A Discordian is Required during his early Illumination to Go Off Alone & Partake Joyously of a Hot Dog on a Friday; this Devotive Ceremony to Remonstrate against the popular Paganisms of the Day: of Catholic Christendom (no meat on Friday), of Judaism (no meat of Pork), of Hindic Peoples (no meat of Beef), of Buddhists (no meat of animal), and of Discordians (no Hot Dog Buns).
IV - A Discordian shall Partake of No Hot Dog Buns, for Such was the Solace of Our Goddess when She was Confronted with The Original Snub.
V - A Discordian is Prohibited of Believing what he reads
-De
Next up at the wake, the distribution of wealth, for this process they’re gonna have to de-bone me. First all of my phlanges shall be put into a sack & everyone mentioned in my will shall draw one out as a keepsake. then my bones shall be ‘chipped up’ by this I mean sliced into poker chips, and everyone shall sit down & play poker, a winner take all of my inheritance (if one runs out of 'bone-chips' one does have the option of strip poker to remain in the game, clothes must be left off till the winner has taken all.). It’s really the only fair way to decide who gets it all after all.
Anyway,
word of wisdom:
THE FIVE COMMANDMENTS (THE PENTABARF)
The PENTABARF was discovered by the hermit Apostle Zarathud in the Fifth Year of The Caterpillar. He found them carved in gilded stone, while building a sun deck for his cave, but their import was lost for they were written in a mysterious cypher. However, after 10 weeks & 11 hours of intensive scrutiny he discerned that the message could be read by standing on his head and viewing it upside down.
KNOW YE THIS O MAN OF FAITH!
I - There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess. There is no Erisian Movement but The Erisian Movement and it is The Erisian Movement. And every Golden Apple Corps is the beloved home of a Golden Worm.
II - A Discordian Shall Always use the Official Discordian Document Numbering System.
III - A Discordian is Required during his early Illumination to Go Off Alone & Partake Joyously of a Hot Dog on a Friday; this Devotive Ceremony to Remonstrate against the popular Paganisms of the Day: of Catholic Christendom (no meat on Friday), of Judaism (no meat of Pork), of Hindic Peoples (no meat of Beef), of Buddhists (no meat of animal), and of Discordians (no Hot Dog Buns).
IV - A Discordian shall Partake of No Hot Dog Buns, for Such was the Solace of Our Goddess when She was Confronted with The Original Snub.
V - A Discordian is Prohibited of Believing what he reads
-De
March 31, 2005
A Sensible Solution
Well folks, I'm sure I don't have to tell you but our borders are in danger! That's right terrorists are waiting, as you read this, just over the border in mexico & canada. I for one think it is time that we actually did something about it. Killing Iraqis made me feel safe for a few months, but now, the thrill has worn off. And I know, out there, somewhere, there are rabid slavering terrorists waiting to unplug many more vegetables. waiting to do unspeakable horrors to our god-fearing badgers. But I have come up with a solution, and my solution is more cost effective than bombing 3 random third world nations could ever be.
'What is this miracle safety net?' you ask. 'What could ever let me sleep, without fear, again? Will it stop tsunami images?'
Well, no it won't stop tsunami images. But it will stop every Ne'er-do-well from entering this country. no longer will the drive busses into planes filled with children. Thanks to the wonders opened up by wantonly tampering with genetics, we can make SHARK-BEES!
'Shark-bees?!?'
That's right shark-bees.
'but what,' you ask, 'are shark bees?'
Well, let me tell you, shark-bees are flying-hive minded sharks. with ravenous appetites and an angry buzzing noise. we shall set up hives every 5-10 miles along all of our borders. and like a black knight, they shall let the accursed terrorists know that none shall pass. We shall train the first few generations of shark-bees to recognize the scent of a bonafied red-blooded true-grit American. they will learn to feast upon any foreigner attempting to enter this great nation of ours. and they make delicious & nutritious honey! Thus we will be safe once again. for who would try & enter a land guarded by teeming masses of flying stinging, biting, rending, vicious shark-bees?
And now today's words of wisdom:
On Prayer
Mal-2 was once asked by one of his Disciples if he often prayed to Eris. He replied with these words:
No, we Erisians seldom pray, it is much too dangerous. Charles Fort has listed many factual incidences of ignorant people confronted with, say, a drought, and then praying fervently -- and then getting the entire village wiped out in a torrential flood.
"Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong. I'm mad but not ill"
(Werewolf Bridge, Robert Anton Wison)
-De
'What is this miracle safety net?' you ask. 'What could ever let me sleep, without fear, again? Will it stop tsunami images?'
Well, no it won't stop tsunami images. But it will stop every Ne'er-do-well from entering this country. no longer will the drive busses into planes filled with children. Thanks to the wonders opened up by wantonly tampering with genetics, we can make SHARK-BEES!
'Shark-bees?!?'
That's right shark-bees.
'but what,' you ask, 'are shark bees?'
Well, let me tell you, shark-bees are flying-hive minded sharks. with ravenous appetites and an angry buzzing noise. we shall set up hives every 5-10 miles along all of our borders. and like a black knight, they shall let the accursed terrorists know that none shall pass. We shall train the first few generations of shark-bees to recognize the scent of a bonafied red-blooded true-grit American. they will learn to feast upon any foreigner attempting to enter this great nation of ours. and they make delicious & nutritious honey! Thus we will be safe once again. for who would try & enter a land guarded by teeming masses of flying stinging, biting, rending, vicious shark-bees?
And now today's words of wisdom:
On Prayer
Mal-2 was once asked by one of his Disciples if he often prayed to Eris. He replied with these words:
No, we Erisians seldom pray, it is much too dangerous. Charles Fort has listed many factual incidences of ignorant people confronted with, say, a drought, and then praying fervently -- and then getting the entire village wiped out in a torrential flood.
"Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong. I'm mad but not ill"
(Werewolf Bridge, Robert Anton Wison)
-De
March 30, 2005
Do what now?
I hate it when people use the phrase ‘do what now?’. It’s a southern phrase I think. And only the borderline retarded use it.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with this phrase I shall give you some shining examples of how these inbred mouth-breathers use it.
Me: everything is working OK.
Idiot: do what now?
Me: try and stab your remaining active brain cell with a paperclip.
Or
Me: it is foggy out.
Idiot: do what now?
Me: drown your children, then kill yourself.
As you can see, these Darwinian rejects cannot use the proper question of ‘pardon me, could you repeat that?’ or ‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand you.’ or even ‘WHAT?’. No, no these mental giants say ‘do what now?’. Let me clearly say I DIDN”T FUCKING TELL YOU TO DO ANYTHING YOU MOTHER FUCKING MORON.
I also cannot stand it when I’m doing some mild tech support, I tell them what’s going on and these shining examples of human-kind respond ‘No, that can’t be it, that’s never happened before.’ Hey, guess what mother fucker, life is a long string of shit that’s never happened before. If you call someone for help, and they give you a fucking answer don’t tell them they’re wrong because ‘it’s never happened before’ if had fucking happened before then you shouldn’t have to bug me with you drivel. I Hate You. know this. Learn it and shut the fuck up.
Anyway
Here’s some wisdom for the day
1. everything is true.
2. everything is false.
3. everything is meaningless.
4. everything is true & meaningless.
5. everything is false & meaningless.
6. everything is true & false.
7. everything is true, false & meaningless.
-De
For those of you who are unfamiliar with this phrase I shall give you some shining examples of how these inbred mouth-breathers use it.
Me: everything is working OK.
Idiot: do what now?
Me: try and stab your remaining active brain cell with a paperclip.
Or
Me: it is foggy out.
Idiot: do what now?
Me: drown your children, then kill yourself.
As you can see, these Darwinian rejects cannot use the proper question of ‘pardon me, could you repeat that?’ or ‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand you.’ or even ‘WHAT?’. No, no these mental giants say ‘do what now?’. Let me clearly say I DIDN”T FUCKING TELL YOU TO DO ANYTHING YOU MOTHER FUCKING MORON.
I also cannot stand it when I’m doing some mild tech support, I tell them what’s going on and these shining examples of human-kind respond ‘No, that can’t be it, that’s never happened before.’ Hey, guess what mother fucker, life is a long string of shit that’s never happened before. If you call someone for help, and they give you a fucking answer don’t tell them they’re wrong because ‘it’s never happened before’ if had fucking happened before then you shouldn’t have to bug me with you drivel. I Hate You. know this. Learn it and shut the fuck up.
Anyway
Here’s some wisdom for the day
1. everything is true.
2. everything is false.
3. everything is meaningless.
4. everything is true & meaningless.
5. everything is false & meaningless.
6. everything is true & false.
7. everything is true, false & meaningless.
-De
March 28, 2005
That's me in the Corner
So I’ve re-found my religion, time for me to become a holy-muther-fuckin-roller. Again. I haven’t had my religion for awhile now, just realizing I’ve missed it, but I’ve been practicing it most every day in small ways, ways so ingrained in my behavior that I didn’t even know I was doing them, but NO MORE now I will once again proudly proclaim we’re fukt. Royaly, disturbingly, fukt. And thank the goddess for that! For those of you who don’t know that there is a god, well, there is and her name is ER?IS err… eris. So bow down before her might (or not if your not so inclined, but I’ll weep for you, or at least think ‘he/she’s not so inclined’)
Anywho,
I’m glad I’m becoming a zealot again
-De
Anywho,
I’m glad I’m becoming a zealot again
-De
March 24, 2005
A Topical Discussion
If ever I am in a vegative state for more than 2 months, KILL ME!!!
Pull the plug, toss a toaster in my bath, poison my food, stop feeding me, use me for target practice, toss grenades at me, toss me at grenades, throw me from a roof, shove my head through a TV, defenestrate me, slit my wrists, pour molten lead down my throat, disembowel me, shove me into propellers, shove a screwdriver in my ear, toss me in the ocean, feed me to sharks, throw bricks at me, I DON”T CARE HOW YOU FUCKING DO IT, JUST KILL ME!!!!
Thanks for your time
-De
Pull the plug, toss a toaster in my bath, poison my food, stop feeding me, use me for target practice, toss grenades at me, toss me at grenades, throw me from a roof, shove my head through a TV, defenestrate me, slit my wrists, pour molten lead down my throat, disembowel me, shove me into propellers, shove a screwdriver in my ear, toss me in the ocean, feed me to sharks, throw bricks at me, I DON”T CARE HOW YOU FUCKING DO IT, JUST KILL ME!!!!
Thanks for your time
-De
March 23, 2005
paste is yummy
So I give this next to no attention anymore, my flight of fancy is being grounded, I suck and that’s ok. Because I like kung-fu movies! Volcano High, a Korean flick rocks, apparently MTV did a dubbing of it with rap stars, I bought it, not because of the rap stars, but because it has the original & the rap one, for ½ the price of the copy with just the Korean version. Go figure.
-De
-De
March 17, 2005
Creepy is keen
check out http://www.lithiumpicnic.com/ for some great photos like this & more.
damn this chick is sexy! creepy, yes, but sexy. it would be really fuckin' cool if i could dye my eyes black. i'd do it in a heart beat.
-De
March 16, 2005
I'm Lazy, so here
INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Copy this whole list into your journal.
2. STAR/BOLD the things that are true about you.
3. Whatever you don't STAR/BOLD is false.
01. When I was younger, I made some bad decisions
02. I don't watch much TV these days
03. I love olives
04. I love sleeping
05. I own lots of books
06. I wear glasses or contact lenses
07. I love to play video games
08. I've tried marijuana
09. I've watched porn movies
10. I have been in a threesome
11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship
12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy
13. I have acne free skin
14. I like and respect Al Sharpton
15. I curse frequently
16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year
17. I have hobbies
18. I've been told I: (women) have an applebottom, (men) am packing.
19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me
20. I'm really, really smart
21. I've never broken someone's bones
22. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal
23. I hate the rain
24. I'm paranoid at times
25. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free
26. I need money right now
27. I love Sushi
28. I talk really, really fast - Fast anyway, maybe not really really fast.
29. I have fresh breath in the morning
30. I have semi-long hair
31. I have lost money in Las Vegas
32. I have at least one brother and/or one sister
33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
34. I shave my legs (females) or face (males) on a regular basis
35. I have a twin
36. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyes in the past
37. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
38. I like the way that I look
39. I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months
40. I know how to cornrow
41. I am usually pessimistic
42. I have a lot of mood swings
43. I think prostitution should be legalized
44. I think Britney Spears is hot
45. I have cheated on a Sig. O. in the past
46. I have a hidden talent
47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have
48. I think that I'm popular
49. I am currently single
50. I have kissed someone of the same sex
51. I enjoy talking on the phone
52. I practically live in sweatpants
53. I love to shop
54. I would rather shop than eat
55. I would classify myself as ghetto
56. I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders
57. I'm obsessed with my Diaryland.
58. I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.
59. I'm a pretty good dancer
60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington
61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother
62. I have a cell phone
63. I believe in God
64. I watch MTV on a daily basis
65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months
66. I love drama
67. I have never been in a real relationship before
68. I've rejected someone before
69. I currently have a crush on someone
70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life
71. I want to have children in the future
72. I have changed a diaper before
73. I've called the cops on a friend before
74. I bite my nails
75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club
76. I'm not allergic to anything
77. I have a lot to learn
78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger
79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie
80. I am very shy around the opposite sex
81. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message
82. I have at least 5 away messages saved
83. I have tried alcohol or drugs at a party
84. I have made a move on a friend's Sig. O. in the past
85. I own the "SouthPark" movie
86. I have avoided assignments at work to be online
87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum
88. I enjoy country music
89. I would die for my best friends
90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza
91. I watch soap operas whenever I can
92. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist
93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career
94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all
95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story"
96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy
97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it
98. I have dated a close friend's ex
99. I'm happy as of this moment
1. Copy this whole list into your journal.
2. STAR/BOLD the things that are true about you.
3. Whatever you don't STAR/BOLD is false.
01. When I was younger, I made some bad decisions
02. I don't watch much TV these days
03. I love olives
04. I love sleeping
05. I own lots of books
06. I wear glasses or contact lenses
07. I love to play video games
08. I've tried marijuana
09. I've watched porn movies
10. I have been in a threesome
11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship
12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy
13. I have acne free skin
14. I like and respect Al Sharpton
15. I curse frequently
16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year
17. I have hobbies
18. I've been told I: (women) have an applebottom, (men) am packing.
19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me
20. I'm really, really smart
21. I've never broken someone's bones
22. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal
23. I hate the rain
24. I'm paranoid at times
25. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free
26. I need money right now
27. I love Sushi
28. I talk really, really fast - Fast anyway, maybe not really really fast.
29. I have fresh breath in the morning
30. I have semi-long hair
31. I have lost money in Las Vegas
32. I have at least one brother and/or one sister
33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
34. I shave my legs (females) or face (males) on a regular basis
35. I have a twin
36. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyes in the past
37. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
38. I like the way that I look
39. I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months
40. I know how to cornrow
41. I am usually pessimistic
42. I have a lot of mood swings
43. I think prostitution should be legalized
44. I think Britney Spears is hot
45. I have cheated on a Sig. O. in the past
46. I have a hidden talent
47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have
48. I think that I'm popular
49. I am currently single
50. I have kissed someone of the same sex
51. I enjoy talking on the phone
52. I practically live in sweatpants
53. I love to shop
54. I would rather shop than eat
55. I would classify myself as ghetto
56. I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders
57. I'm obsessed with my Diaryland.
58. I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.
59. I'm a pretty good dancer
60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington
61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother
62. I have a cell phone
63. I believe in God
64. I watch MTV on a daily basis
65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months
66. I love drama
67. I have never been in a real relationship before
68. I've rejected someone before
69. I currently have a crush on someone
70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life
71. I want to have children in the future
72. I have changed a diaper before
73. I've called the cops on a friend before
74. I bite my nails
75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club
76. I'm not allergic to anything
77. I have a lot to learn
78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger
79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie
80. I am very shy around the opposite sex
81. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message
82. I have at least 5 away messages saved
83. I have tried alcohol or drugs at a party
84. I have made a move on a friend's Sig. O. in the past
85. I own the "SouthPark" movie
86. I have avoided assignments at work to be online
87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum
88. I enjoy country music
89. I would die for my best friends
90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza
91. I watch soap operas whenever I can
92. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist
93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career
94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all
95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story"
96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy
97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it
98. I have dated a close friend's ex
99. I'm happy as of this moment
March 15, 2005
50 things i hate
I'm feeling annoyed & hungover so here's a hate list, no particular order & not a top 50, just 50.
pug dogs
nazi’s
stupidity
hangovers
mental retardation
romance novels
bush
getting older
pedophilia
arctic cold fronts
maggots
saying ‘its for the children’ to restrict freedoms
not being able to swear like a sailor at work
willful ignorance
most children’s programming
psycho-drama
being poor
christian coalition
clear channel
urban relocation programs
work
lack of space aliens
good shows being cancelled
politicians
asphalt
basketball
sports bars
boy bands
failing education
corporations
pollution
raping of natural environments
clear cutting
any zealot
people who don’t get sarcasm & irony
people who can’t laugh at themselves
cruelty to animals
the FCC
theocracies
angelina jolies lips
the KKK
humans as a species
mcdonald’s
lists
people who seem to enjoy misinterpreting things
‘theory’ of intelligent design
the drug war
addiction
holy-roller born-again christians
lack of zombies, real, live dead zombies
March 14, 2005
Fire Poi!
I cannot wait to get back out & spin Poi. Today's nice weather is really teasing me with the knowledge that soon, the snow will be gone, and I'll be in the park trying desperately to set myself ablaze. All my arm & leg hair has grown back, with some extra for support, little does it know it only had an icy reprieve, and soon the flaming spheres shall reduce them to foul smelling ash once more! I miss everything about spinning, I think it's the only hobby I have that is so addictive & invigorating all at the same time. (World of Warcraft doesn't hold a candle to Fire spinning.) Much the way the Darwin awards are 'evolution in action' Poi is 'poetry in motion'. I love the way, when I'm trying something new, and it just isn't working, then for a brief wonderous moment....it flows. You can actually feel the moment that you hit a motion right. That single moment lets you know, that soon, the moment will become longer until the moment is spinning you as much as you are spinning it. It is truly amazing how lost you can get in the motion, and the roar of the fire as it passes by your ears. Spring is almost here and with it comes the summer's fire.
-De
P.S.the above image is from http://www.thevenue.org/ .
P.S.S. check out http://www.thevenue.org/firespinning_videos.htm for some great vidoes of what i some day hope to be able to do.
-De
P.S.the above image is from http://www.thevenue.org/ .
P.S.S. check out http://www.thevenue.org/firespinning_videos.htm for some great vidoes of what i some day hope to be able to do.
March 10, 2005
Pledge of Allegence
I pledge allegiance
To the flag
Of the united christian fundamentalist
And to the republicans
On which they stand
One god
Over nation
No liberty
or justice
At all
amen
this post is brought to you by the articles:
Amendment I
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
&
http://www.lex18.com/global/story.asp?s=2989614
-De
To the flag
Of the united christian fundamentalist
And to the republicans
On which they stand
One god
Over nation
No liberty
or justice
At all
amen
this post is brought to you by the articles:
Amendment I
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
&
http://www.lex18.com/global/story.asp?s=2989614
-De
March 09, 2005
A Public Service Announcement
Just to let you all know, there is no god. So you can all breath a little easier knowing that there is no afterlife. You will not suffer millions upon millions of years in eternal torment for eating pork or other nonsense. You are held accountable only by your own self restraint & the restraints put upon you by society. No mighty angel shall hold a sword to your throat for your transgressions. Your sins are for you alone (and occasionally a jury). The only evil you need fear is the evil in yourselves & your fellow man (and maybe a rabid badger or two). So know that this world sucks, not because of a sadistic puppet master lording over all, but because you and I suck. it is all our fault. No one else is to blame (well, maybe bush). So I give credit where credit is due, this world is fucked up because we collectively cannot get our heads out of our collective asses.
Thank you, have a nice day.
-De
Thank you, have a nice day.
-De
March 08, 2005
Arise my faithful servants!
Back from the deadening. I’ve been absent due to extreme burnout on life. Do you ever get so frustrated with living day in day out in a repetitive cycle? Get up, go to work, deal with bullshit from people you have no desire to be talking to, go home, relax in whatever fashion suits you, go to bed, get up, go to work, deal with bullshit from people you have no desire to be talking to, go home, relax in whatever fashion suits you, go to bed ad-nausium. Only going to work to get money to enjoy the time you are not at work, working more so you have more money to enjoy less time. Fucked up. Nearly everyone is working a job that they can’t stand, the lucky ones can tolerate their jobs. That’s right your LUCKY if you DON’T HATE your means of sustenance. What the fuck. How in the 9 hells can you count yourself lucky for being able to only tolerate fully 23.8% of your life, 35.7% of your waking life sucks! More than 1 out of every three hours sucks. And for what, a handful of paper, painted up like a bunch of dead men? The christian right is abducting our right to not believe as they do, so that we all can be converted to fanatic drones. No, no, don’t think, that is against the law now, for you may see the flaws in our creationism, our idols are the only art that you can now produce, and please don’t forget to pray. What? You don’t pray, well, failure to pray is now a mandatory 5-10 in the federal penitentiary. And that child begot on you by your dad, when he was drunk, and thought you looked o-so cute, well, you’re going to have to have it. But don’t expect help from the government, after all, being a single mom is a sin and the state can’t support that sort of behavior. Hold on one second, there’s a country filled with dirty heathens we’ve got to bomb. What were you saying? Wait, you’re a dirty heathen too, aren’t you? well, well, well, we’ve got wonderful places for you heathens, they’re re-integration camps, they’ll teach you how to be a good christian, we haven’t had a good success rate, but those who fail don’t seem to last too long anyway. But that’s alright, they were destroying god’s green earth by their mere presence.
Anywho, fuck work
-De
Anywho, fuck work
-De
February 17, 2005
this is a strange space
the world is rather too fucked up in my opinion, i think we need to start over on a clean slate, so pipe up if you think everyone you don't like or know should up and kill themselves.
February 16, 2005
wasting time
it always kinda amuses me the way time becomes ubersubjective sometimes. like when you're waiting for the last 1/2 hour of work to get out it takes well over an hour sometimes, due to your heightened awareness of time. and you can't take your mind off the clock ticking no matter what you do. my knees ache when it rains, well, not ache really but get this funny tingly sensation that is not at all comfortable. it's just under the kneeecaps, and REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING. oh well, what can you do? now i've wasted some of my time, and some of yours, we'll never get that time back it is gone forever, much like every single hour i've ever worked in my life. these hours are not well spent in my opinion, the ends almost dosn't justify the means. but survival instinct kicks in in a funky modern way, telling me a roof is good, food is good, BEER IS GREAT. i like beer, a lot. i hate stupid corporate ploys to make peons think they are important & matter. i hate the fact that so many people buy into it. well really they don't. the higher ups think it works because lower eschelon yes men in middle management tell them it works. the upper eschelons have no real idea how much peons everywhere hate thier jobs.
February 15, 2005
Monday
Ok so Monday nights seem to be going well, more people are showing up anyway. we had 60-75 people valentine’s day, which considering the crappy weather was pretty good. I dressed properly for a change (it's tough sometimes, since I sometimes have only a few min at home after work) DJ’ing is very strange sometimes. Sometimes you’ll try a new song out and it’ll do well (most of the time they fly like unaided bricks) everyone is dancing having a great time, the next time you play it (hoping for a new song to bring into rotation) it feels like if I turned the volume down you could hear crickets chirping. Some nights people will only dance to tried (and sometimes tired) songs, other nights they want nothing to do with them but new stuff is great (these nights are rare, but i love 'em). There are always some songs that get people out there, but I want to bring more music into the night. Having a limited cash flow doesn’t help with that either, add into the fact that the music stores around have crap for selection. And American set lists of other clubs are playing the same tired crap we are, and the European clubs are so far ahead of us that I don’t even know where to start, or if folks up here would even enjoy it. Ah, well, done moaning about that stuff. I am glad that we are finally getting enough people that the owner is happy, and no longer on our backs about getting attendance up. I need an influx of great, new, danceable, catchy, grinding, harsh, mellow, cool ass music. And I wish people would stop requesting ‘rough sex’ I mean it’s a good dance song yeah, but I have played it OVER 300 times!! All by request. I mean they have more than one song, several just as good or better than ‘rough sex’. WTF?
-De
-De
February 14, 2005
why is everyone so serious?
Lately I’ve been feeling incredibly socially inept. Like a third wheel everywhere I go. Conversations frequently feel contrived & repetitive, and I don’t feel it’s others, but me. I’m not sure why this is, but it’s been bothering me for sometime now. Now before everyone jumps in with the ‘be yourself & don’t worry’ lines, that is NOT the issue, I’ve never made excuses for who I am, and never worried about public opinion. Or have I started? I’m sick of the same conversation over & over again. I don’t have the energy for it, but my mind feels like it’s rotting maybe from too much alcohol, maybe too much age. I think I need to get some more schooling, that helped last time my mind was rotting. Again with the hands & brain getting un-synced.
But anyhow, conversations are feeling more & more hollow, I’m not sure why. all the jokes have been told & everything witty has been said. Rehashing it again with new people seems pointless. Intellect seems to be falling from the humor as well. I like smart humor, humor that cleverly turns a conversation back upon itself. An ebb & flow, give & take. It takes time too develop this repartois with someone. It’s a form of personal performance art where the only necessary elements are you & whomever you are speaking with. I like my humor too call on current events & past histories as sources. Bring in science when necessary. I want my head spinning so I have to get off the ride to keep from falling over. I miss it, it’s not happening nearly as often as it used to, people are settling for one liners stated & forgotten. There used to be references in conversations the way the beatles references prior albums & songs. Am I remembering wrong, were the references to Athena all in my head? (that hurt I know, it’ll all be over soon my darlings, just close your eyes, relax. pretend you are somewhere, anywhere, but here) is this my nostalgia for an era that never existed? Was it drugs? (many of you are nodding here, I can tell, problem is I wasn’t on drugs aside from alcohol) was my mind fresher, lacking the brain worms? Is the humor swirling around and I’m just not getting it? Now I’m not saying all humor has left, it just seems I used to laugh more.
-De
But anyhow, conversations are feeling more & more hollow, I’m not sure why. all the jokes have been told & everything witty has been said. Rehashing it again with new people seems pointless. Intellect seems to be falling from the humor as well. I like smart humor, humor that cleverly turns a conversation back upon itself. An ebb & flow, give & take. It takes time too develop this repartois with someone. It’s a form of personal performance art where the only necessary elements are you & whomever you are speaking with. I like my humor too call on current events & past histories as sources. Bring in science when necessary. I want my head spinning so I have to get off the ride to keep from falling over. I miss it, it’s not happening nearly as often as it used to, people are settling for one liners stated & forgotten. There used to be references in conversations the way the beatles references prior albums & songs. Am I remembering wrong, were the references to Athena all in my head? (that hurt I know, it’ll all be over soon my darlings, just close your eyes, relax. pretend you are somewhere, anywhere, but here) is this my nostalgia for an era that never existed? Was it drugs? (many of you are nodding here, I can tell, problem is I wasn’t on drugs aside from alcohol) was my mind fresher, lacking the brain worms? Is the humor swirling around and I’m just not getting it? Now I’m not saying all humor has left, it just seems I used to laugh more.
-De
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