iDallas!Bad Advice: Don’t pay attention to what people tell you.
Don’t you hate it when you’re playing a game with someone and they get all
frustrated and decide that they don’t want to play anymore? If you’re lucky,
the loser will just slink away and go pout in the corner with the music on really
loud or something. If you’re not lucky, the gameboard or controller might get tossed
in the air, possibly throwing little game pieces all over the place, too. That’s
crummy.
Bad Advice: Don’t pay attention to what people tell you.
Don’t you hate it when you’re playing a game with someone and they get all
frustrated and decide that they don’t want to play anymore? If you’re lucky,
the loser will just slink away and go pout in the corner with the music on really
loud or something. If you’re not lucky, the gameboard or controller might get tossed
in the air, possibly throwing little game pieces all over the place, too. That’s
crummy.
Good Advice: Don’t anger people who like to be angry.
Something I think is amazing about the internet is the way it can turn one person
into a star almost overnight. jennicam.org
was recently brought to my attention again (it seems to pop up every now and then).
It’s credited as being the first webcam site, where a person hooks up a camera to the
internet and turns it towards (him|her)self and forgets about it. This girl has one
in her bedroom and her living room and… basically, people love her. No reason.
That’s just what it is.
Also, I was thinking about that email that went around awhile ago… it was credited
at the time with being an MIT graduation speech by Kurt Vonnegut
(a personal hero of mine). It turns out that it was written by some other woman
who wrote it as a column for some other publication (my memory of specifics leaves
something to be desired). If I was her, I would have been overjoyed that people
would have even believed it for a moment.
Now it’s also the words for some song I’ve heard on the
radio by Baz Luhrman. Some guy says the words
over music. It’s a cool song.
All I can say, is hold on, it’s only gonna get weirder.
real poem day:
another three days have passed
and the anchor is still in place
nothing that I can do
has any effect on my bearing or my position
The sun lifts itself once from one horizon
and drops itself once behind the other
another cycle passes me by
and my life only grows shorter
Still, I keep defining my place in this world.
And I spread my mind across my environment.
It’s the only way I know
to become one with my horizons.
So, even though my future seems bleak,
I stick to my ideals,
because without that structure
I have no future at all.
silly poem day:
the lilac winter harks forth to my utter discontent
the season has faded as has my tan
I am left with nothing to hold onto
except for you and your juicy bosom.
Hark! How I long to play games in yonder court with ye.
But our love was not meant to be.
Not this week anyway.
For I have found another maiden, and she has a car.
I’ve started to notice that my own life is a little more boring that I had realized.
In lieu of boring everyone to tears, I’ll start filling in the boring bits of my
life with some random gibberish off the top of my head.
The girl’s weight felt very real and very right after what they had been through.
He bounced her a bit to tighten his grip and recenter her weight, and she moaned
quietly and momentarilly gripped him tighter. Nothing had felt so good in a very
long time. He felt needed. He had a reason.
And so he carried her in his arms as he walked along the deserted road. He didn’t
know where they were going, or what they were going to do once they got there.
That didn’t matter right now, though. Nothing mattered right now. The sun would be up
the rest of the way within a couple of hours, and the temperature would start to rise.
He had to find some shelter before then or no one would need either of them ever
again. He wasn’t worried, though. Nothing could bother him right now.
I’ve started to notice that my own life is a little more boring that I had realized.
In lieu of boring everyone to tears, I’ll start filling in the boring bits of my
life with some random gibberish off the top of my head.
“Evil.” That was all she could think.
“Just plain evil.” But what else could she think? Everything that was important to her
had been destroyed, and it could all be blamed on one man. How could one man
hold so much hate? How could he be so… so… well, evil?
“I’m sorry, ma’am.” He had the gall to speak to her. “I’ve got to shut it off.”
She glared at him, noticing his age starting to show at the corners of his eyes.
“It’s just my job.”
“Evil man,” she said, mostly under her breath.
“I’ll be quick about it so I can get out of your way.” She watched him as he worked
his evil ways, every ounce of her hate beaming out of her eyes. If she could have
pierced through his body with her gaze, she would have done it.
It didn’t take him
more than 15 minutes to destroy her life, and he was soon on his way out the door.
“Have a good day, ma’am.”
“Go to hell.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He turned and walked back down the narrow hall to the stairs leading
out of the apartment building. A couple of floorboards protested his weight as
he crossed over them. She
watched him go, and all she could do was read the logo on the back of his jumpsuit
over and over.
It said: “Century Cable Television.”
This blessing is at the expense of someone else…
I was at a restaurant with Fabio and Jorge.
Jorge wanted to apply some ketchup to his veggie burger. When he opened the ketchup
container, something strange happened. The ketchup inside the bottle leapt out,
aiming for freedom, landing in Jorge’s lap and all over the bit of the table
in front of him. It was funny. Something was definitely awry with that ketchup
container, too, because the ketchup kept flowing from it, right out of the top,
even after Jorge set it back down. I think maybe it was more than just ordinary
ketchup. I’ll probably never know for sure.
Why is that people have to be so selfish?
Case in point. When you’re sitting in a long line of cars, waiting for an
accident to be cleared up or whatever, everyone patiently waiting,
why do some people think
they have the right to just take the other lane (in this case into oncoming traffic)
and truck on ahead? Do they think the whole line of cars is just sitting there for
no reason? Do they think they’re going to stumble upon some secret path and make their
way onto freedom in the way of the open road? Do they consider for a moment the fact
that they will undoubtedly hit the same obstacle blocking all of the other cars, then
also have to turn around in a very narrow space (we were on a mountain road), or
back their way back to the end of the now longer line, and cause a little bit of headache
(and amusement) for everyone else involved?
I just can’t figure some people out.
Sometimes, when I hear about some new bit of fighting between India and Pakistan, or I
hear about some new military technology that has been demonstrated by Israel, I worry.
I worry about the future of the Earth and about the future of the human race. I
guess it doesn’t really matter, but it really makes me wonder if I should be doing
something more directly useful. I sit here and I think and I write and I make
things that people like to look at and read, but does that really matter?
Am I having any effect on the the world at all? All of my fundamental
philisophical belliefs hinge on the fact that this world will long outlive me.
What if it doesn’t? That makes everything I think sort of silly. Should I
be shouting, “UTOPIA NOW!” in the streets? Should I be demonstrating
in front of McDonald’s on a weekly basis?
Aargh. So I sit and I wait, and I grow my hair longer.