Prisoner's Decline [ABORTED]
We've all seen, heard and read about how television reflects reality and how, on occasion, reality reflects television. Tuesday night's episode of Veronica Mars featured a sociology professor doing a variant on the famous Stanford Prison Experiment condcuted in 1971 by Dr. Phillip Zimbardo. The experiment was conducted to see how far people would go in the role of prisoner vs guard. Participants were divided up randomly (well, as random as a coin toss gets) into two groups, prisoners and guards. Each seperate "uniforms" but the prisoner ones were meant to be humiliating and uncomfortable. The guards started to humiliate the prisoners in ways not originally intended and went into areas that are more like Abu Ghraib than graduate students volunteering for a couple of weeks. The program was halted after only six days instead of the whole 14 when another graduate stumbled into the experiment and reported it as cruel and unusual. This experiment was later made into a BBC series called, creatively enough The Experiment. This was also cut short when the welfare of the participants became a concern for the ethics commitee. And in what can only be called the coolest nod ever, Veronica again let slip with the vulgarity of vulgarities, frak.
Ok, seriously, a hundred fucking dollars to whomever can get a fucking lj-cut to work for me. I cut and fucking pasted from the FAQ and that didn't do it. so, this is a poor man's cut, if you didn't see Battlestar Galactica, skip the next graph, if you did or you don't care about the show, go right ahead. fucking lj, i get fucking money, time, ability and fuck it people whocan do this shit for me, I'll fucking get my own god damn domain name and fucking own fucking webiste. I'm a fucking writer, not a god damned programmer. I don't ask computer people to write my fucking policy, don't make me fucking learn six fucking machine languages to make this fucking thing fucking work. This is out of hand. I'm jsut gonna hire someone to fucking transcribe every fucking word I fucking write and make it fucing readable to the god damned toasters that run this fucking internet. I'm going the fuck back to print, I KNOW that when I rwite something with my fucking hand, it turns out just as I fucking see it. I want a layout to look a way, it looks like a fucking way. not a variant on the way I want, the fucking way I fucking want. You wanna know why there are few good political blogs? THIS!! This is fucking why. I gotta know another fucking language (I'm sorry, I speak a fwe pretty well and can read and write in a couple, I've done my fucking bit for language learning. Arabic isn't this fucking hard and random.)
Ok cancelled rant. technology ate the damn rant. you want it back or you want more, seriously, do my fucking HTML for me. I'll epxlain politics to you, I'll even tell you how to get yor own policy through, just do the fucking grunt grunt. I don't fucking make paper, but I can fucking write. I can't make a fucking pen, but I can't fucking. Why the FUCK do I ahve to be a fucking comp fucking sci fucking graduate to make this fucking thing work fucking reliably. If code made sense and work replicably for me, i'd be fucking happier, but it doesn't so I'm not, so no fucking rant on what I wanted to night. Seriously, send me your addresses, the old fashioned kind with the paper and shit, and I'll MAIL you rants at my expense at this point. All this computer shit is doing is raising my fucking blood pressure.
But I am DEFINETLY sympathizing with Colonel Saul Mother Fucking Tigh about blowing up machines and with Adama about no fucking networked fucking computers. It's where all the fucking troubles start.
Ok, seriously, a hundred fucking dollars to whomever can get a fucking lj-cut to work for me. I cut and fucking pasted from the FAQ and that didn't do it. so, this is a poor man's cut, if you didn't see Battlestar Galactica, skip the next graph, if you did or you don't care about the show, go right ahead. fucking lj, i get fucking money, time, ability and fuck it people whocan do this shit for me, I'll fucking get my own god damn domain name and fucking own fucking webiste. I'm a fucking writer, not a god damned programmer. I don't ask computer people to write my fucking policy, don't make me fucking learn six fucking machine languages to make this fucking thing fucking work. This is out of hand. I'm jsut gonna hire someone to fucking transcribe every fucking word I fucking write and make it fucing readable to the god damned toasters that run this fucking internet. I'm going the fuck back to print, I KNOW that when I rwite something with my fucking hand, it turns out just as I fucking see it. I want a layout to look a way, it looks like a fucking way. not a variant on the way I want, the fucking way I fucking want. You wanna know why there are few good political blogs? THIS!! This is fucking why. I gotta know another fucking language (I'm sorry, I speak a fwe pretty well and can read and write in a couple, I've done my fucking bit for language learning. Arabic isn't this fucking hard and random.)
Ok cancelled rant. technology ate the damn rant. you want it back or you want more, seriously, do my fucking HTML for me. I'll epxlain politics to you, I'll even tell you how to get yor own policy through, just do the fucking grunt grunt. I don't fucking make paper, but I can fucking write. I can't make a fucking pen, but I can't fucking. Why the FUCK do I ahve to be a fucking comp fucking sci fucking graduate to make this fucking thing work fucking reliably. If code made sense and work replicably for me, i'd be fucking happier, but it doesn't so I'm not, so no fucking rant on what I wanted to night. Seriously, send me your addresses, the old fashioned kind with the paper and shit, and I'll MAIL you rants at my expense at this point. All this computer shit is doing is raising my fucking blood pressure.
But I am DEFINETLY sympathizing with Colonel Saul Mother Fucking Tigh about blowing up machines and with Adama about no fucking networked fucking computers. It's where all the fucking troubles start.