November 2010
October 2010
why is society mainstreamed? insecurity?
Society has to be ‘mainstreamed’ or it wouldn’t be society. The goal of the individual, according to ‘society’, is to figure out a way to fit in, make peace with, become a PRODUCTIVE MEMBER OF SOCIETY, whatever the fuck that is. Society isn’t real. It’s just an idea in our head, a ghost haunting our head, if you will. By striving to fit into, and therefore maintain, this fantasy you are wasting what little time you have.
The only thing real, the only thing you have true, EMPIRICAL evidence of is you, yourself. Let imaginary ‘society’ sink or swim.
To each his own, in more ways than one.
What do you value?
Freedom.
To choose, to say.
To reject, to remain silent.
To be angry and happy and drunk and sober…
and free?
What do you value?
sorry, I pushed enter without meaning to haha. fanfic = fan fiction. its like spinning off from (god forbid) twilight or something and using that story to write your own spin off. :)
So I can explore the sexual tension between Frodo and Sam in great detail? Can I finally give it explosive release in some lonely forest while Gollum looks on, his trembling hand edging ever closer to his tiny loincloth?
Fan fiction actually sounds like fun. Still, I refuse to write about Mormon vampires. Get real people :)
Is Nanowrimo a cult?
Just teasing.
It’s this whole big thing, with, like, local chapters, Municipal Liasons, meet-ups, write-ins, and so forth.
Wow.
I’m all signed up and there is a schedule of meetings for my region, two of which are occuring right at the bar down the street.
I have to go now.
Hahahahaha. Wait’ll they get a load of me!
Kidding. I am quiet and polite in real life. I only play a chaotic drunken asshole on the internet.
Anyway, it looks like I’m the only guy in my region. Is Nanowrimo a women’s group?
No matter. I like women (and I don’t mean that the way you think).
Still, I’m shy. I assume we all get together and write. Kind of odd, group writing. I do like to write in bars, but with a bunch of other people?
Hmm.
Also, what the hell is ‘fanfic’?
Looking in my spam folder on Gmail,
and Google, sweethearts that they are, showed me a helpful advertisement based on my online behavior:
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
Do the dishes Cinderella, Sweep the chimney Cinderella, Talk to Michael about his penis Cinderella...
early-onset-of-night posted: ‘Manscaping has many benefits. Aesthetics is one. Making your junk look bigger is another.’
So apart from the obvious size doesn’t matter argument, here’s how I see it;
Manthinking: Bet she’ll be impressed when she sees how big manscaping makes my penis look.
Womenthinking: Unless manscaping also makes your penis FEEL bigger I really don’t give a shit.
(But yeah, totally agree that coughing up a furball is not a sexy look.)
:)
David Cross on conservatives and 'teabaggers'. →
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“Go back to New York, you hippie faggot.” Hahahahaha.
I love this guy.
Went and saw that movie My Soul To Take last night. I had fun.
Wes Craven as the John Hughes of Horror.
It kind of reminded me of Scooby Doo: convoluted mystery that “the gang” figures out at the end—you know, where they pull off the monster’s mask and, holy shit, it’s old Mr. Wilson! And he woulda gotten away with it, too, if it wasn’t for those meddlin’ kids….
Wholesome Halloween Hijinks. Bloody, creepy, and silly.
I liked it.
I'm lacking something meaningful to say, so I'll just settle for this:
A) I really enjoy reading your posts, to put it simply.
B) I can barely figure out this Tumblr business to save my life.
C) That looks like a tasty brew in your picture, what is it?
D) Manscaping is always greatly appreciated.
Have a good one! :]
A) Thank you very much.
B) You’ll get the hang of it. It’s fun and easy and there’s a lot of cool people around on it.
C) Anchor Steam beer from San Francisco. It’s quite yummy, I think.
D) Manscaping has many benefits. Aesthetics is one. Making your junk look bigger is another.
:)
An event on Facebook: No Fast Food For A Week →
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A whole week? A whole fucking week? What if my head falls off? My bones crumble? My muscles seize? What if the Food Cops come and bust me for being unAmerican? What if the economy collapses because I’m no longer supporting minimum wage jobs? What if I lose a few pounds and start to feel better?
I could maybe go for, like, part of an afternoon, but a whole fucking week without fast food? Fast food tastes good. I don’t understand why this event is happening.
I’m confused.
Frightened.
Hold me, Uncle Sam!
“All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one’s own personality.”
—George Orwell: Why I Write. (via andwewillcounttheseconds)
