Kids shows have gotten a little out of hand now a days haven't they? Remember when the adult themes were subtle and it wasn't until years later that you thought back on your favorite shows and really thought critically what they were all about? Take for instance the Gummibears. Gummibears I find is about alcoholism! It is! It absolutely is! Even the fucking theme song dealt with abusing the bottle! Think about it! Dashing and daring, courageous and caring, faithful and friendly with stories to share? These all sound like symptoms of alcoholism to me! Maybe I'm way off the pulse here, but what the fuck do you think when your drunk?
Suddenly you feel dashing, you are more daring and they don't call it courage in a bottle for no reason at all! You begin to care way to much about what people say to you and you end up in the washroom sobbing like fourth grader because you just got cockblocked from that blond standing at the bar by your buddy! Faithful... Well, maybe to yourself because that certainly wasn't your wife you went home with last night. Friendly? More than likely while your drinking, because it certainly isn't while your on the wagon, and what is the main thing people do when they drink? They tell fucking stories! Memories of what they think were better times!
I have actually been toying with the idea of suing Disney for emotional distress that has driven me to write and drink! All I wanted to be was a fireman, not some wino bear bouncing around the forest trying to rid the woods of ogres! Maybe it's just me, but bouncing on the head of an ogre sounds like a bad life decision! But in all reality, those ogres we really know are those girls or guys, (well I don't want to be labeled as sexist), at the bar that look much better drunk then when we see them sober... I guess it's kind of a coyote ugly sorta thing.
Next time you think back fondly on your favorite cartoon, try and look at the other themes going on behind the cute or heroic actions they take. You may be surprised at what you find.
Write or wrong, it's still in poor taste.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Accomplishments 2008
So its drawing close to an end. 2008 is almost a mere recent memory. It's about that time that we ask ourselves that one question. Rich or poor, the upper 1% to the homeless. What have I accomplished this year?
My ultimate goal is to write professionally. It's hard to set a goal and stick with it, but that is exactly what I am doing right this very minute! This blog is a part of a larger agenda, a stepping stone. It serves to re-enforce the idea that I can write. Although my grammar and editing skills are still a ways off, I can form words and shape them and put them in an order that makes sense and has a certain flow about them. I'm off to a good start.
I also met the most amazing girl in the world! Although she has no interest in me that way, we have become great friends. Funny how the world works... Apparently the group of friends I've been hanging out with a lot lately are now life partners. Not sure how long it will last, or even if it's meant to, but it's been nice having people to talk to since most of the time I'm a recluse and don't generally talk to strangers.
One thing I've been trying out and am still working on is just not caring. It feels good when I can pull it off, however, stress does tend to bring the wall of reason crumbling at times.
As for my New Year's resolutions? Null. I haven't got any because I find it takes more energy to think of them and not follow through with them then it would be to not think of them and let nature take it's course.
So this brings us back full circle. What have you accomplished this year?
My ultimate goal is to write professionally. It's hard to set a goal and stick with it, but that is exactly what I am doing right this very minute! This blog is a part of a larger agenda, a stepping stone. It serves to re-enforce the idea that I can write. Although my grammar and editing skills are still a ways off, I can form words and shape them and put them in an order that makes sense and has a certain flow about them. I'm off to a good start.
I also met the most amazing girl in the world! Although she has no interest in me that way, we have become great friends. Funny how the world works... Apparently the group of friends I've been hanging out with a lot lately are now life partners. Not sure how long it will last, or even if it's meant to, but it's been nice having people to talk to since most of the time I'm a recluse and don't generally talk to strangers.
One thing I've been trying out and am still working on is just not caring. It feels good when I can pull it off, however, stress does tend to bring the wall of reason crumbling at times.
As for my New Year's resolutions? Null. I haven't got any because I find it takes more energy to think of them and not follow through with them then it would be to not think of them and let nature take it's course.
So this brings us back full circle. What have you accomplished this year?
Monday, December 29, 2008
The Mood, The Way and The Consumer
We are taught to believe in organization from a very young age. Our parents try to teach us about putting our clothes away, our school engineer us to believe that society has structure. Religion instructs us that we will burn in hell if we don't wear nice suits to church and Wal-Mart always seems to have the lowest price guaranteed!
I think consumerism should be considered a religion. I really do! Think about the parallels here! You have a guy that sits in a room upstairs and watches everything you do via closed circuit television. You have employees that act like clergy, and claim to know the way to your shopping salvation. They even gather a collection through highly trained cashiers! Now to me, this sounds like a religion!
And do you ever notice that all religions have unofficial slogans? Christianity's is The greatest story ever told! Now... That slogan should tell you something... It's just that! A story! A fucking fairy tale to scare weak minded individuals into subversion. That's all! The motto for Consumerism could be: "Money is God, product salvation and department stores the devil!"
Yes folks department stores are Satan! "Why do you say that Andy?" You mean besides the fact that you can wander aimlessly in them for hours, like a lost soul looking for salvation? "Oh please Lord, please let me find that last item... I don't know what it is but I want it so! I just know it'll save my eternal soul!"
"But Andy! Where does the organization fit into all of this?" Well goddamn it, I don't know! Naturally I would assume the shelves, but I could be over analyzing it.
Another thing that has always stuck me as odd is the unnatural way that employees everywhere can't be seen either buying or consuming the companies products. Maybe it's that critical thinking that's interfering with my consumeristic nature, but, it would seem to me that you would want your employees to promote your produt! "take your uniform off while your eating John, and put a goddamn smile on yor face!"
That's something else I've never understood... The Good Mood Policy. Don't even pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about! For those of you smart enough not to have a job, let me explain it to you how this policy works. The ideal employee is apparently supposed to be in a good mood at all times while at work. You could have just witnessed a guy getting his head blowen off with a 12 gauge shot gun while walking to work, but as soon as you enter the door to your job... All negitivity is null and void... How fucking unnatural is that? Sorry, but I'm what some would call human, and I tend to have bad days as well as good ones. I just witnessed a horrific act and I may need a few moments to compose myself.
They say that a good team is like a well oiled machine. No, a vibrator is a well oiled machine! A bukakke is a team effort, a vibrator needs human guidence to produce an end result. Maybe I'm not supposed to understand the conentation here, but it would seem to me that employers don't think these mantras could be misconsqued as sexual harassment.
I think consumerism should be considered a religion. I really do! Think about the parallels here! You have a guy that sits in a room upstairs and watches everything you do via closed circuit television. You have employees that act like clergy, and claim to know the way to your shopping salvation. They even gather a collection through highly trained cashiers! Now to me, this sounds like a religion!
And do you ever notice that all religions have unofficial slogans? Christianity's is The greatest story ever told! Now... That slogan should tell you something... It's just that! A story! A fucking fairy tale to scare weak minded individuals into subversion. That's all! The motto for Consumerism could be: "Money is God, product salvation and department stores the devil!"
Yes folks department stores are Satan! "Why do you say that Andy?" You mean besides the fact that you can wander aimlessly in them for hours, like a lost soul looking for salvation? "Oh please Lord, please let me find that last item... I don't know what it is but I want it so! I just know it'll save my eternal soul!"
"But Andy! Where does the organization fit into all of this?" Well goddamn it, I don't know! Naturally I would assume the shelves, but I could be over analyzing it.
Another thing that has always stuck me as odd is the unnatural way that employees everywhere can't be seen either buying or consuming the companies products. Maybe it's that critical thinking that's interfering with my consumeristic nature, but, it would seem to me that you would want your employees to promote your produt! "take your uniform off while your eating John, and put a goddamn smile on yor face!"
That's something else I've never understood... The Good Mood Policy. Don't even pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about! For those of you smart enough not to have a job, let me explain it to you how this policy works. The ideal employee is apparently supposed to be in a good mood at all times while at work. You could have just witnessed a guy getting his head blowen off with a 12 gauge shot gun while walking to work, but as soon as you enter the door to your job... All negitivity is null and void... How fucking unnatural is that? Sorry, but I'm what some would call human, and I tend to have bad days as well as good ones. I just witnessed a horrific act and I may need a few moments to compose myself.
They say that a good team is like a well oiled machine. No, a vibrator is a well oiled machine! A bukakke is a team effort, a vibrator needs human guidence to produce an end result. Maybe I'm not supposed to understand the conentation here, but it would seem to me that employers don't think these mantras could be misconsqued as sexual harassment.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Christmas Mourning: The True Meaning of Christmas
It was Christmas morning. Marin, David, Rachel, Mark, Jen and Cameron all sat around the fire and exchanged their gifts. These five people were not ordinary people however. They were the soulless, pompous scum that belonged to the upper 1%.
Nothing made them happy save for other peoples misery, and Christmas morning was their favorite time to get together. Not because they all particularly like or enjoyed being around each other, but rather to revel in the misfortunes that had transpired throughout the year with their influence.
One after another they would share stories that to any decent person would sound simply horrible! Yet the joy it brought these five was surreal...
Marin piped up feeling like the fat kid left out of the picking of the dodge ball teams.
"I have found the true meaning of Christmas!" She exclaimed.
"Oh yeah? Well I think someone beat you to it. It's about spending time with your loved ones and giving and receiving gifts!" Cameron blurted out as if to steal her glory. The group was silent, then suddenly erupted into laughter.
"You almost had me convinced that you actually believed that load of garbage! Ha ha ha ha!" Jen snorted in her usual show of cynicism.
Although tearing up from laughing so hard, Marin again attempted her story.
"The meaning of Christmas is about none of those things! There is nothing festive about being around people you can't stand and certainly no one here would ever give more than they absolutely had to! Only those simple minded people of the middle class ever spend so much money that they go into debt and I laugh every year." Marin said trying to hold back another fit of laughter.
"This story is about how one young man from the middle class found the true meaning of Christmas..."
The kitchen was hot. Even for being the middle of winter and close to Christmas. Mat made his way through the back door. He was glad it was so hot because it suited the angry mood he was in. He made his way to dry storage to grab a uniform, by an astounding random chance he grabbed his embroidered jacket, the pants how ever were spares. He stormed off to the washroom and got changed.
Mat emerged from the washroom a few moments later and said with as much joy as he could muster, "Goddamn this place." He lowered his head and began shaking it from side to side. Mat made his way on to the line. It was a disaster. Mat again lowered his head and began to shake it from side to side.
Just then, Maggie walked through the swinging door. "Hey Mat! How are you today?" She asked. She was getting excited for Christmas.
"Angry. Depressed. Stagnant. Really any of those three things are interchangeable. " Mat grumbled.
"Aw! But it's almost Christmas! Aren't you at least excited for that?"
"Ha! It's December 23rd and I can't even stand the thought of Christmas. The consumerism, the ridiculously crowded malls when you really need just one thing that you can't buy anywhere else. The worst though is how stupid people are while on the roads! I watched a kid get hit by a truck today and that dick just kept driving! The kid was okay, he got up and started flipping off the guy in the truck, but still. It makes me wonder why people get so crazy at this time of year. I mean it's just another day."
"Well Mat. Christmas is Jesus's birthday! See way way back 2,000 years ago..."
"I know the story Maggie. It's a work of fiction. It would make just as much sense to celebrate a holiday on Micky Mouse's birthday."
"Your a dick you know that Mat?"
"I do what I can. Look if your all upons Christmas, and you truly love it, then don't let me ruin it for you. I however find it to be a holiday of the seven deadly sins."
"haha! Oh Mat! It's good to see that even though your having a bad day you still have your humor in tact." Maggie said as she washed her hands and walked back through the swinging door.
Mat turned back to the line, grabbed the line check book. He stared at it. It was blank from the morning shift. "Well if you don't care, why should I?" He said as he placed the book back on the shelf. He then went into cleaning and stock mode, and while he was doing that, he thought.
Mat reflected on what the really meaning of Christmas was about. He thought about that poor kid that got hit by that asshole in the truck. He thought about how his extended family made him feel so badly about being 24 and still working in a kitchen. He even thought about how people always seemed to complain about how they spent so much money at Christmas that they were in debt for the rest of the year.
Finally after all the thoughts had filtered and the line clean and stocked, it was time to have a coffee. The night would be bad enough due to lack of people he had on, and made even worse by the fact that he would have no one on that he felt comfortable enough to chat with. This was what he felt his life would come to. Forever working in a kitchen.
Mat slipped into depression mode. Brooding and dark he grabbed a coffee. He scanned the dining room while pouring. There was one girl that could always cheer him up. They were just friends, yet he felt like there was a deeper connection between them. He attempted to ask her once how she felt, but she never answered him. She was sitting in the 90's with a few people. Mat sighed and morosely walked back into the kitchen.
She looked so happy, and he didn't want to ruin that. She deserved to be happy and not brought down by his brooding. Maggie came back into the kitchen.
"Seriously Mat, you need to cheer up. What's the thing that's most bothering you right at this moment?"
"Mostly, it's supervising right now. Jake's out of town, you'll be off soon and I am understaffed as usual. To make matters worse, the guys that are on aren't people who generally have intelligent conversations."
"True, but you should still make the best of it. Hey! I know what will cheer you up! That server you like is sitting in the 90s! Go talk to her! She always seems to put you in a better mood!"
"Thanks Maggie. I saw her there already, but she looks like she's in a good mood. Plus she is with people. I don't want to bring her down in front of her friends."
"You were starting to bring me down when you first got here! What's the difference?"
"Your my friend, I don't feel to badly about dampening your holiday cheer. he he!"
Maggie sighed, "Well you got me there. You should still cheer up a bit though." With that true, yet short insight, Maggie went back out front.
Suddenly it struck him! Like fryer oil on chicken fingers! Like salt on fries! The true meaning of Christmas! Mat raced out front, joy spreading through out him like wildfire! The message was loud and clear! He grabbed Maggie and drug her into the handicap washroom.
"I finally figured it out!" Mat cried with excitement!
"What?" Maggie asked with confusion.
"The meaning of Christmas! I found it!"
"Uhh... Don't they explain it in It's a Wonderful Life?"
"No. Christmas isn't about any of that! Christmas is about going into debt so that you have something to bitch about in the new year! It's about being selfish and disregarding other peoples needs! It's about being greedy and wanting more when you don't see that everything you have is more than enough! It's about spending time with people who make you feel like gum on the bottom of your shoe! It's about the consumerist marketing of some old, creepy pedophile in a red suit! It's about self gratification by means of useless gifts that no one wants or needs, and above all Christmas is about lies and deceit where the baby Jesus is concerned!" Mat poured out with joy!
"So... Merry Christmas Mat?" Maggie asked still confused by what Mat was talking about.
"Merry Consumerist bullshit holiday Maggie!"
Nothing made them happy save for other peoples misery, and Christmas morning was their favorite time to get together. Not because they all particularly like or enjoyed being around each other, but rather to revel in the misfortunes that had transpired throughout the year with their influence.
One after another they would share stories that to any decent person would sound simply horrible! Yet the joy it brought these five was surreal...
Marin piped up feeling like the fat kid left out of the picking of the dodge ball teams.
"I have found the true meaning of Christmas!" She exclaimed.
"Oh yeah? Well I think someone beat you to it. It's about spending time with your loved ones and giving and receiving gifts!" Cameron blurted out as if to steal her glory. The group was silent, then suddenly erupted into laughter.
"You almost had me convinced that you actually believed that load of garbage! Ha ha ha ha!" Jen snorted in her usual show of cynicism.
Although tearing up from laughing so hard, Marin again attempted her story.
"The meaning of Christmas is about none of those things! There is nothing festive about being around people you can't stand and certainly no one here would ever give more than they absolutely had to! Only those simple minded people of the middle class ever spend so much money that they go into debt and I laugh every year." Marin said trying to hold back another fit of laughter.
"This story is about how one young man from the middle class found the true meaning of Christmas..."
***
The kitchen was hot. Even for being the middle of winter and close to Christmas. Mat made his way through the back door. He was glad it was so hot because it suited the angry mood he was in. He made his way to dry storage to grab a uniform, by an astounding random chance he grabbed his embroidered jacket, the pants how ever were spares. He stormed off to the washroom and got changed.
Mat emerged from the washroom a few moments later and said with as much joy as he could muster, "Goddamn this place." He lowered his head and began shaking it from side to side. Mat made his way on to the line. It was a disaster. Mat again lowered his head and began to shake it from side to side.
Just then, Maggie walked through the swinging door. "Hey Mat! How are you today?" She asked. She was getting excited for Christmas.
"Angry. Depressed. Stagnant. Really any of those three things are interchangeable. " Mat grumbled.
"Aw! But it's almost Christmas! Aren't you at least excited for that?"
"Ha! It's December 23rd and I can't even stand the thought of Christmas. The consumerism, the ridiculously crowded malls when you really need just one thing that you can't buy anywhere else. The worst though is how stupid people are while on the roads! I watched a kid get hit by a truck today and that dick just kept driving! The kid was okay, he got up and started flipping off the guy in the truck, but still. It makes me wonder why people get so crazy at this time of year. I mean it's just another day."
"Well Mat. Christmas is Jesus's birthday! See way way back 2,000 years ago..."
"I know the story Maggie. It's a work of fiction. It would make just as much sense to celebrate a holiday on Micky Mouse's birthday."
"Your a dick you know that Mat?"
"I do what I can. Look if your all upons Christmas, and you truly love it, then don't let me ruin it for you. I however find it to be a holiday of the seven deadly sins."
"haha! Oh Mat! It's good to see that even though your having a bad day you still have your humor in tact." Maggie said as she washed her hands and walked back through the swinging door.
Mat turned back to the line, grabbed the line check book. He stared at it. It was blank from the morning shift. "Well if you don't care, why should I?" He said as he placed the book back on the shelf. He then went into cleaning and stock mode, and while he was doing that, he thought.
Mat reflected on what the really meaning of Christmas was about. He thought about that poor kid that got hit by that asshole in the truck. He thought about how his extended family made him feel so badly about being 24 and still working in a kitchen. He even thought about how people always seemed to complain about how they spent so much money at Christmas that they were in debt for the rest of the year.
Finally after all the thoughts had filtered and the line clean and stocked, it was time to have a coffee. The night would be bad enough due to lack of people he had on, and made even worse by the fact that he would have no one on that he felt comfortable enough to chat with. This was what he felt his life would come to. Forever working in a kitchen.
Mat slipped into depression mode. Brooding and dark he grabbed a coffee. He scanned the dining room while pouring. There was one girl that could always cheer him up. They were just friends, yet he felt like there was a deeper connection between them. He attempted to ask her once how she felt, but she never answered him. She was sitting in the 90's with a few people. Mat sighed and morosely walked back into the kitchen.
She looked so happy, and he didn't want to ruin that. She deserved to be happy and not brought down by his brooding. Maggie came back into the kitchen.
"Seriously Mat, you need to cheer up. What's the thing that's most bothering you right at this moment?"
"Mostly, it's supervising right now. Jake's out of town, you'll be off soon and I am understaffed as usual. To make matters worse, the guys that are on aren't people who generally have intelligent conversations."
"True, but you should still make the best of it. Hey! I know what will cheer you up! That server you like is sitting in the 90s! Go talk to her! She always seems to put you in a better mood!"
"Thanks Maggie. I saw her there already, but she looks like she's in a good mood. Plus she is with people. I don't want to bring her down in front of her friends."
"You were starting to bring me down when you first got here! What's the difference?"
"Your my friend, I don't feel to badly about dampening your holiday cheer. he he!"
Maggie sighed, "Well you got me there. You should still cheer up a bit though." With that true, yet short insight, Maggie went back out front.
Suddenly it struck him! Like fryer oil on chicken fingers! Like salt on fries! The true meaning of Christmas! Mat raced out front, joy spreading through out him like wildfire! The message was loud and clear! He grabbed Maggie and drug her into the handicap washroom.
"I finally figured it out!" Mat cried with excitement!
"What?" Maggie asked with confusion.
"The meaning of Christmas! I found it!"
"Uhh... Don't they explain it in It's a Wonderful Life?"
"No. Christmas isn't about any of that! Christmas is about going into debt so that you have something to bitch about in the new year! It's about being selfish and disregarding other peoples needs! It's about being greedy and wanting more when you don't see that everything you have is more than enough! It's about spending time with people who make you feel like gum on the bottom of your shoe! It's about the consumerist marketing of some old, creepy pedophile in a red suit! It's about self gratification by means of useless gifts that no one wants or needs, and above all Christmas is about lies and deceit where the baby Jesus is concerned!" Mat poured out with joy!
"So... Merry Christmas Mat?" Maggie asked still confused by what Mat was talking about.
"Merry Consumerist bullshit holiday Maggie!"
Monday, December 22, 2008
How Magic Works: Social Engineering made easy
Flashy lights, smoke machines and disappearing ladies. We have all seen a Illusionist preform feats which boggle our minds. However, they are only that. Illusionists! They rely on sleight of hand to pull off their tricks. Really magic is much simpler to preform.
What magic essentially is, is the changing of mind set. The trick itself is convincing people that whatever you do or say is right, or that you are something you may not feel. This sounds a little complex and can be broken down and applied to anything that is going on around you.
The Game, written by Niel Strauss deals with the trial trial and error process of picking up women. Now what "Style" probably didn't realize while writing the book was that he created a personal myth, (which in all reality is changing how you go about things, and how you view the world), and was preforming magic, (By changing the way women viewed him in there world view).
This I found very interesting because it was as much intentional as it was unintentional. Yes he meant to change the views of women to suit his needs, but no he didn't mean to create a personal myth and thus a legend.
Another thing this exact dynamic has been applied to can be seen everynight at 6 pm. It's called the news. While the news itself has no personal myth, it does deal heavily with mythology, and since the news deals with mythology, it would stand to reason that it also "magical" changes public world views. Anyone I have ever talked with about the conflict in the middle east going on right now all say the same thing: "It's not as bad as the news makes it out to be".
This puts us in a perdicerment. Who are we going to believe? The soilders who have actually been there? Or the box that tells us that we are heading for world war 3 and that Jesus will soon be upon us? The myth perpetuated here is that almost all Musliem and Islamic people are terrorists. The world view is how horrible and dangerous the middle east is.
Starting to see a pattern here? This isn't something new. This knowledge has been around for a long time and can be applied to any situation. World War 2 also has another great example of this! Hitler was jailed for rallying people in a bar. While in jail he wrote a book called "My Struggle". The book itself was shoddily written and wasn't very easy to read because of Hitler's lack of skill. The book did outline how he planned to get into power, what he planned to do while in power and that he hated the Jewish people. Not all of what he wrote about came true, however he did perpetuate his own personal myth. His actions are what changed the world view in Germany.
Now before you go thinking that I'm a white power sympathsizer, I want to clairify that I am not. I'm merely pointing out the personal myth and how it changes world views. This is what magic is all about! No phoney spells to recite, no secret meetings at midnight and no sacrifices. All that there is to it is a pen and a peice of paper.
-A. Warren Johnson
What magic essentially is, is the changing of mind set. The trick itself is convincing people that whatever you do or say is right, or that you are something you may not feel. This sounds a little complex and can be broken down and applied to anything that is going on around you.
The Game, written by Niel Strauss deals with the trial trial and error process of picking up women. Now what "Style" probably didn't realize while writing the book was that he created a personal myth, (which in all reality is changing how you go about things, and how you view the world), and was preforming magic, (By changing the way women viewed him in there world view).
This I found very interesting because it was as much intentional as it was unintentional. Yes he meant to change the views of women to suit his needs, but no he didn't mean to create a personal myth and thus a legend.
Another thing this exact dynamic has been applied to can be seen everynight at 6 pm. It's called the news. While the news itself has no personal myth, it does deal heavily with mythology, and since the news deals with mythology, it would stand to reason that it also "magical" changes public world views. Anyone I have ever talked with about the conflict in the middle east going on right now all say the same thing: "It's not as bad as the news makes it out to be".
This puts us in a perdicerment. Who are we going to believe? The soilders who have actually been there? Or the box that tells us that we are heading for world war 3 and that Jesus will soon be upon us? The myth perpetuated here is that almost all Musliem and Islamic people are terrorists. The world view is how horrible and dangerous the middle east is.
Starting to see a pattern here? This isn't something new. This knowledge has been around for a long time and can be applied to any situation. World War 2 also has another great example of this! Hitler was jailed for rallying people in a bar. While in jail he wrote a book called "My Struggle". The book itself was shoddily written and wasn't very easy to read because of Hitler's lack of skill. The book did outline how he planned to get into power, what he planned to do while in power and that he hated the Jewish people. Not all of what he wrote about came true, however he did perpetuate his own personal myth. His actions are what changed the world view in Germany.
Now before you go thinking that I'm a white power sympathsizer, I want to clairify that I am not. I'm merely pointing out the personal myth and how it changes world views. This is what magic is all about! No phoney spells to recite, no secret meetings at midnight and no sacrifices. All that there is to it is a pen and a peice of paper.
-A. Warren Johnson
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
WoW! The great distraction.
Ahh, the wonderful World of Warcraft. A lot can be said about this game. For those who like it, well they are hopelessly addicted to it and no other mmorpg will do! They live and die by their toons. For those that make a career out of it... Well maybe it would be best if you got an actual job and some sunlight. Who knows, you may even meet a girl or guy! For those that loath it, well they just don't want the addiction and endless questing that goes along with commiting to this online enigma.
I try not to play that much, due to the overwhelming amount of social interaction I need to sustain my existance. With that in mind I seemed to have been emerging myself more and more into it. It's hard not to! It's not the gear or the questing I particularly care for, it's the social interaction dynamics of the game I like. Generally I only play with people I know in real life, it's not only more fun, but I am able to get some interaction with them without having to leave the house.
WoW also has another really attractive quaility: It's great for distracting you about real life matters. This is why I've been playing a lot more lately.
The new Wrath of the Lich King expansion I was really excited for, but didn't really get into it until this past week. It started out kind of slow, and a lot of the quests where recycled from the previous two games. However, the more you get into it, the more interesting the quests get and the more you want to know about the game! It's amazing how fast you get into it.
The biggest selling point for the game is one of the Horde quest chains. It's long, some of it is difficult, yet it is worth it! Simply put: Epic.
I'm not exactly sure what I was actually supposed to write about today. It wasn't at all focused on WoW, however I lost the original point, so I hope that this short and hard to follow blog gave you a little more insight into whatever it was I actually wanted to write about. Probably not, but one can always hope, right?
-A. Warren Johnson
I try not to play that much, due to the overwhelming amount of social interaction I need to sustain my existance. With that in mind I seemed to have been emerging myself more and more into it. It's hard not to! It's not the gear or the questing I particularly care for, it's the social interaction dynamics of the game I like. Generally I only play with people I know in real life, it's not only more fun, but I am able to get some interaction with them without having to leave the house.
WoW also has another really attractive quaility: It's great for distracting you about real life matters. This is why I've been playing a lot more lately.
The new Wrath of the Lich King expansion I was really excited for, but didn't really get into it until this past week. It started out kind of slow, and a lot of the quests where recycled from the previous two games. However, the more you get into it, the more interesting the quests get and the more you want to know about the game! It's amazing how fast you get into it.
The biggest selling point for the game is one of the Horde quest chains. It's long, some of it is difficult, yet it is worth it! Simply put: Epic.
I'm not exactly sure what I was actually supposed to write about today. It wasn't at all focused on WoW, however I lost the original point, so I hope that this short and hard to follow blog gave you a little more insight into whatever it was I actually wanted to write about. Probably not, but one can always hope, right?
-A. Warren Johnson
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Women and the Trust Issues with them.
Women. Like any good story, and the fall of almost every hero ever is women. Why? Because they are treacherous beasts. Foul and deceiving. They are not to be trusted one bit. As soon as you do, they put the knife in a twist. They love nothing more than to be in control, (although most spin out of control do to alcohol and drugs), yet fail to see what they mean to other people.
It's laughable to think that these counterparts can even be considered companions. They make work hard, but you never heard the end of what they always do! They say they want to be loved and hate when guys lie, cheat, womanize and degrade, however this is exactly who they will end up with.
Here's a thought: Try not going for the asshole who treats you oh so horribly and find a decent guy? Now with that said, I know I'm in the wrong when I say ALL women can't be trusted. There are good ones out there, but they usually don't get a decent guy until well into there 40s, after the 3 kids with the drunk abusive jock they oh-so-loved in high school, after the menopause, and well after they have a sex drive.
Maybe if woman would pick intellect over physical prowess, or how about actually forgetting that ex who used to beat you and fuck your friends? You could even try realizing that just maybe there is someone special in your life that you have over looked. The possibilities are endless.
Another down fall to women is oneitis! It sucks, it drives you crazy and if you ever get it, it is extremely hard to forget about. You will most likely end up in counciling and actually loath the girl you thought maybe the one.
I have recently decided to cast the woman enigma out of my life for the time being. It is pointless because all I ever feel is rage and resentment against women I try to form a lasting relationship with. I'm sick of feeling that way, and I am sick of being tormented by my emotions and thoughts.
By the way, this is one of the down falls of choosing the tragic hero for your basis of your personal myth. So I strongly advise that if you choose this label, you are fully prepared for the consequences that follow.
To end this absolutely spiteful post I shall leave on an upbeat note to bring joy in not so bright days. When you have a truly depressing day, and everything is against you, just think: Baby Carrots.
-A. Warren Johnson
It's laughable to think that these counterparts can even be considered companions. They make work hard, but you never heard the end of what they always do! They say they want to be loved and hate when guys lie, cheat, womanize and degrade, however this is exactly who they will end up with.
Here's a thought: Try not going for the asshole who treats you oh so horribly and find a decent guy? Now with that said, I know I'm in the wrong when I say ALL women can't be trusted. There are good ones out there, but they usually don't get a decent guy until well into there 40s, after the 3 kids with the drunk abusive jock they oh-so-loved in high school, after the menopause, and well after they have a sex drive.
Maybe if woman would pick intellect over physical prowess, or how about actually forgetting that ex who used to beat you and fuck your friends? You could even try realizing that just maybe there is someone special in your life that you have over looked. The possibilities are endless.
Another down fall to women is oneitis! It sucks, it drives you crazy and if you ever get it, it is extremely hard to forget about. You will most likely end up in counciling and actually loath the girl you thought maybe the one.
I have recently decided to cast the woman enigma out of my life for the time being. It is pointless because all I ever feel is rage and resentment against women I try to form a lasting relationship with. I'm sick of feeling that way, and I am sick of being tormented by my emotions and thoughts.
By the way, this is one of the down falls of choosing the tragic hero for your basis of your personal myth. So I strongly advise that if you choose this label, you are fully prepared for the consequences that follow.
To end this absolutely spiteful post I shall leave on an upbeat note to bring joy in not so bright days. When you have a truly depressing day, and everything is against you, just think: Baby Carrots.
-A. Warren Johnson
Monday, December 8, 2008
Searching: What should we do?
So here I am. 7:32 am. Somewhat awake and writing. Usually I wake up alone, but last night turned into yet another drinking fiasco and I woke up with two girls. Nothing happened between us and I don't have the energy to create some elaborate story about being able to pick up women. Instead I'm choosing a much more interesting path, and I really hope my typing doesn't wake them up...
Have you ever noticed that inspiration strikes at weird times? Whether it be to write, create a piece of art or compose a piece of music. I have a theory on this and why it happens in the first place. It is very basic and takes no time to think about the dynamics. It just happens. Why is the question, because you stop trying. When you give up trying and just have fun with things you tend to be much more successful at things.
A case for this would be when I was offered an opening gig for a fairly well known industrial band. The best part was I didn't have one complete song, and I didn't have a band. Why was it offered to me? Because I wasn't looking for it. That's simply why! I never went out of my way to seek it out, it just fell in my lap. I obviously declined due to lack of:
A.) Talent, (Showmanship, musical knowledge, etc.)
and B.) Resources, (Ride, Band, no complete songs, that sort of thing)
This may have been a great opportunity to get somewhere in life, but at the time I wasn't ready for it so I missed out. However, if there is one thing I've learned through listening to bad popular music from the 80's, it's that there are lots of opportunities, and if there isn't, well you can make them. Funny that I hear the pet shop boys at work everyday...
Anyway the point of all this murky scrawl is that if you want something, stop wanting it. It will come to you. With that said, whatever it is you want may not be exactly what you are looking for. A good example of this deals with relationships. That lovely saying we all hear whenever we have relationship problems that end horribly. Sometimes it's hard to let go, but if all you really want is to be loved, then it will fall into your lap, but you may want to be careful not to push it away when it finds you.
Well I'm about done rambling. I'm going to enjoy some coffee and watch some youtube really, really, REALLY low so I don't wake up my company. Until next time, be free, have fun and join a revolution!
Have you ever noticed that inspiration strikes at weird times? Whether it be to write, create a piece of art or compose a piece of music. I have a theory on this and why it happens in the first place. It is very basic and takes no time to think about the dynamics. It just happens. Why is the question, because you stop trying. When you give up trying and just have fun with things you tend to be much more successful at things.
A case for this would be when I was offered an opening gig for a fairly well known industrial band. The best part was I didn't have one complete song, and I didn't have a band. Why was it offered to me? Because I wasn't looking for it. That's simply why! I never went out of my way to seek it out, it just fell in my lap. I obviously declined due to lack of:
A.) Talent, (Showmanship, musical knowledge, etc.)
and B.) Resources, (Ride, Band, no complete songs, that sort of thing)
This may have been a great opportunity to get somewhere in life, but at the time I wasn't ready for it so I missed out. However, if there is one thing I've learned through listening to bad popular music from the 80's, it's that there are lots of opportunities, and if there isn't, well you can make them. Funny that I hear the pet shop boys at work everyday...
Anyway the point of all this murky scrawl is that if you want something, stop wanting it. It will come to you. With that said, whatever it is you want may not be exactly what you are looking for. A good example of this deals with relationships. That lovely saying we all hear whenever we have relationship problems that end horribly. Sometimes it's hard to let go, but if all you really want is to be loved, then it will fall into your lap, but you may want to be careful not to push it away when it finds you.
Well I'm about done rambling. I'm going to enjoy some coffee and watch some youtube really, really, REALLY low so I don't wake up my company. Until next time, be free, have fun and join a revolution!
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