Someday, I will buy a gun and start a war
Okay, seriously. The internet does not mean that you should just be fucking stupid. I realise that I am a member in good standing of mock_the_stupid and I realise that I like mocking stupid people. Combine that with the internet and that is two great tastes that taste great together.
HOWEVER. There is SOME SHIT we ALL know not to do. And it is for THOSE people who know it and do it anyway that I will buy a gun, get an assload of money, and fly around the country, shooting them in the head.
Consider that what provoked this was reading someone who defriended me a couple months ago (after I ban_set her ass MONTHS before that) who's pregnant and due the first week of next month writing about getting completely fucking blotto in December. And before that. Consider that we ALL know about the dangers inherent to drinking and being pregnant. Of course, given the number of people I know who smoked all the way through their pregnancy, then wondered why their kid was low birth weight, I suppose we DON'T all know about that.
So I am going to consider the internet a public service in that it brings really fucking stupid people to my attention, thus making my life a lot easier when I finally lose it completely.
In other news, I have realised (again) that I have not said anything of substance in WEEKS, perhaps MONTHS. I will spare you the story of How I Decided To Solve Global Warming At One AM (believe me, it's NOT interesting) and How My Family Is Combatting Bird Flu (slightly more interesting, but really) and just point out that nothing of interest is happening. I have no time to think at the moment, let alone think deep thoughts that will elevate this journal beyond the level of "OMG I have a salad for lunch today because I was late leaving for work and anyway I have no fucking food!" and "OMG I totally need to go drink another quart of water if I don't want to feel like my eyeballs are marbles in the Mojave!" and "OMG, Tuvan throat singers!" and "OMG Moose!" So I have no thoughts, but I DO have opinions!
At some point soon, I will register them. Perhaps it will be the role of the sexual predator as played out in Hollyweird per Notes On A Scandal (yes, I'm not stupid, I realise that wasn't a Hollyweird movie, but it WAS A MOVIE, so shut it). But perhaps it won't. At any rate, I wish to compose a magnificent screed, I have no topic, and if you (all three of you still reading this) have something you wish to suggest that I weigh forth on to jump-start the opinion process, by all means.
Let's call it a dancing monkey day. I will dance for your amusement - but you have to put a quarter in the hat.
MEANWHILE. Coming off a long string of social engagements, I saw Asphalt (1929, and remind me NOT to watch German Expressionist movies, plz, I don't like them any more than I like German books (though I'm upset I missed The White Hell of Pitz Palu, given that it has Leni Riefenstahl in it)) on Monday as part of the Silent Movie Festival, then yesterday was craft night minus the crafts (I have really got to finish that coat and shirt) and tonight I'm seeing Amazing Grace in preview, and tomorrow is Family Togetherness Hour And Terrorist Society, and Friday I think I'm going to go shoot things. I did something on Sunday, too, and I don't remember what. So you can see why I have no time to opine on anything.
Nevertheless, put a quarter in the hat and I will dance for you.
HOWEVER. There is SOME SHIT we ALL know not to do. And it is for THOSE people who know it and do it anyway that I will buy a gun, get an assload of money, and fly around the country, shooting them in the head.
Consider that what provoked this was reading someone who defriended me a couple months ago (after I ban_set her ass MONTHS before that) who's pregnant and due the first week of next month writing about getting completely fucking blotto in December. And before that. Consider that we ALL know about the dangers inherent to drinking and being pregnant. Of course, given the number of people I know who smoked all the way through their pregnancy, then wondered why their kid was low birth weight, I suppose we DON'T all know about that.
So I am going to consider the internet a public service in that it brings really fucking stupid people to my attention, thus making my life a lot easier when I finally lose it completely.
In other news, I have realised (again) that I have not said anything of substance in WEEKS, perhaps MONTHS. I will spare you the story of How I Decided To Solve Global Warming At One AM (believe me, it's NOT interesting) and How My Family Is Combatting Bird Flu (slightly more interesting, but really) and just point out that nothing of interest is happening. I have no time to think at the moment, let alone think deep thoughts that will elevate this journal beyond the level of "OMG I have a salad for lunch today because I was late leaving for work and anyway I have no fucking food!" and "OMG I totally need to go drink another quart of water if I don't want to feel like my eyeballs are marbles in the Mojave!" and "OMG, Tuvan throat singers!" and "OMG Moose!" So I have no thoughts, but I DO have opinions!
At some point soon, I will register them. Perhaps it will be the role of the sexual predator as played out in Hollyweird per Notes On A Scandal (yes, I'm not stupid, I realise that wasn't a Hollyweird movie, but it WAS A MOVIE, so shut it). But perhaps it won't. At any rate, I wish to compose a magnificent screed, I have no topic, and if you (all three of you still reading this) have something you wish to suggest that I weigh forth on to jump-start the opinion process, by all means.
Let's call it a dancing monkey day. I will dance for your amusement - but you have to put a quarter in the hat.
MEANWHILE. Coming off a long string of social engagements, I saw Asphalt (1929, and remind me NOT to watch German Expressionist movies, plz, I don't like them any more than I like German books (though I'm upset I missed The White Hell of Pitz Palu, given that it has Leni Riefenstahl in it)) on Monday as part of the Silent Movie Festival, then yesterday was craft night minus the crafts (I have really got to finish that coat and shirt) and tonight I'm seeing Amazing Grace in preview, and tomorrow is Family Togetherness Hour And Terrorist Society, and Friday I think I'm going to go shoot things. I did something on Sunday, too, and I don't remember what. So you can see why I have no time to opine on anything.
Nevertheless, put a quarter in the hat and I will dance for you.