I've been very mildly sick for about two weeks now.
"Very mildly." What flaws in my quantitative logic!
I've taken about seven Advil over that course of time. I'd be pleased if they had even a placebo effect.
Cough, ahem, a-choo! Cough again.
I don't have much else to say. I'm in one of those moods where your sniffles irrationally override your ability to communicate and you end up excreting out of your mouth...constantly, and with no proper substance (you know, the nuttiness) -- also for about two weeks now!
A-ha!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I'm rolling around (figuratively) -- Walt Disney is rolling around (in his grave.)
Since the tragic (quite tragic, actually) swan song of 2-D animated feature films at Walt Disney Animation Studios that was "Home on the Range", the company has been stuck in a cyclic stack of black holes (excuse the fact that the Large Hadron Collider has been on my mind.)
At any rate, what happened to Mickey Mouse? When did Hannah Montana take his place? When did Disney become the product of its cable channel?
That is the question. On my mind, at least.
Hopefully "The Princess and the Frog" does them some good. Hopefully it does us some good! Children are terribly malnourished these days. Well, I mean, they're obese. It's their minds and souls. The overproduced, polished-to-the-point-that-it-looks-dirty, and the --
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!
-- television shows, films, and music that are disrespectfully spat at them by fat-pocketed thought-destroyers succeed. They succeed disgustingly well, in fact.
Talk about a heart attack! Ha.
This entry wasn't really intended for any purpose other than to commit this question of mine to memory. Or rather to the memory of a hard drive somewhere in the offices of Blogspot/Blogger/Google. And, as always, to accidentally spew a minor rant out to anyone who chooses to read, I suppose.
Technology, technology!
At any rate, what happened to Mickey Mouse? When did Hannah Montana take his place? When did Disney become the product of its cable channel?
That is the question. On my mind, at least.
Hopefully "The Princess and the Frog" does them some good. Hopefully it does us some good! Children are terribly malnourished these days. Well, I mean, they're obese. It's their minds and souls. The overproduced, polished-to-the-point-that-it-looks-dirty, and the --
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!
-- television shows, films, and music that are disrespectfully spat at them by fat-pocketed thought-destroyers succeed. They succeed disgustingly well, in fact.
Talk about a heart attack! Ha.
This entry wasn't really intended for any purpose other than to commit this question of mine to memory. Or rather to the memory of a hard drive somewhere in the offices of Blogspot/Blogger/Google. And, as always, to accidentally spew a minor rant out to anyone who chooses to read, I suppose.
Technology, technology!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Fuck!
A powerful word. It's certainly my favorite.
People most commonly dismiss it as some sort of frustrated swear, a crude howl that consequentially dumbs down whatever you're trying to say. That's what my former nemesis (and Dean of Discipline at my former school), Mr. Grimm, tried to tell me anyway. I think that's just fear of the word, though. And if it's not, so what? I'd like you to think about that, friend, because there's nothing wrong with being frustrated. Or angry. Or sad. I could go on, but this is not the time or place.
"Fuck" can be used by people who are stupid, of course, but that's probably a part of it's beauty. Let me get to it -- see, because the word is so expressive, it gives these specifically stupid people that ability to, well, express themselves -- despite their lack of a gift in doing so otherwise.
The other side of the coin, (and the one on which the magnanimity lies, if we can include all the metal between it and the other) even the most intelligent (and expansive, too) people use the word, for similar reasons. It's not because they don't know what words they can use -- often there are probably just too many. It's because when the gears of a person's mind are working at that particular pace (the jackrabbit, idea formulative, factory pump pace), they often can't find the words for the likely-to-be pinpoint/vague thought they're having. I'm not going to determine where I believe I may stand on that spectrum, but "fuck" is one of my most accurate means of reaching the outside.
And so "fuck" serves another and perhaps nobler purpose!
People most commonly dismiss it as some sort of frustrated swear, a crude howl that consequentially dumbs down whatever you're trying to say. That's what my former nemesis (and Dean of Discipline at my former school), Mr. Grimm, tried to tell me anyway. I think that's just fear of the word, though. And if it's not, so what? I'd like you to think about that, friend, because there's nothing wrong with being frustrated. Or angry. Or sad. I could go on, but this is not the time or place.
"Fuck" can be used by people who are stupid, of course, but that's probably a part of it's beauty. Let me get to it -- see, because the word is so expressive, it gives these specifically stupid people that ability to, well, express themselves -- despite their lack of a gift in doing so otherwise.
The other side of the coin, (and the one on which the magnanimity lies, if we can include all the metal between it and the other) even the most intelligent (and expansive, too) people use the word, for similar reasons. It's not because they don't know what words they can use -- often there are probably just too many. It's because when the gears of a person's mind are working at that particular pace (the jackrabbit, idea formulative, factory pump pace), they often can't find the words for the likely-to-be pinpoint/vague thought they're having. I'm not going to determine where I believe I may stand on that spectrum, but "fuck" is one of my most accurate means of reaching the outside.
And so "fuck" serves another and perhaps nobler purpose!
How to dismantle a brain in 30 seconds.
I certainly don't know how.
Blogging sounds like a skill you'd need to aquire. You know, something that becomes a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of the shoe of the little man in the back of your head. I've never even kept a proper journal, so the alert that says "commit this to letters!" never really goes off. It just lingers in there, becomes temporarily forgotten, and then punches me in the gut when my conscious mind is off-guard. I really am a packrat in the most absolute sense. The clutter may add a sort of plausibility to my several personality disorders, though.
And man is it cluttered in there!
Blogging sounds like a skill you'd need to aquire. You know, something that becomes a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of the shoe of the little man in the back of your head. I've never even kept a proper journal, so the alert that says "commit this to letters!" never really goes off. It just lingers in there, becomes temporarily forgotten, and then punches me in the gut when my conscious mind is off-guard. I really am a packrat in the most absolute sense. The clutter may add a sort of plausibility to my several personality disorders, though.
And man is it cluttered in there!
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