Super Brawl

I don't like the Super Bowl (mainly because it has nothing to do with cereal), and not because I don't like sports (which is part of it) what I don't like is the fans. Fans of really anything. You know of course the word "fan" comes from the word "fanatic", only it is half as committed. The problem is that "Fans" are annoying, and it brings out the worst social behavior that isn't actually illegal. This is my problem with fans of any stripe (sports, sci-fi and religious (especially christian)) As fans we become more exclusive, think we are right, and demonize the other side (for those of you not familiar this is the seed of the reason for most wars). So I saw we ban fans, exclude them from society and point out their inhuman features.

All I want for Eastermas

No it is not Christmas  (but that's because Valentines is first), but I still want things. I used to think I didn't want many things (that was my early socialist phase), but now I find that I want tons of stuff (I was cured, or infected, your choice). And all of it right now. I am a good consumer (well not really, I don't have any money, the only thing that makes me valuable to a capitalist). My mom and daddy, excuse me, my parental advertising board, raised me right (thank you Mommy Kool-Aid, and Daddy Hasbro). My problem is my paycheck (okay, my non paycheck) It doesn't play nice with my wants which are unlimited (unlike my paycheck) Slowly I am getting in touch with myself (masturbation helps) and I am learning what it is I really want (and a bit about what I need). But it is a painful and slow process that involves a lot of mistakes (many more mistakes). But mistakes and messes are the Potholes of Life that as we drive help us navigate the Road (or some smart sounding takeaway bullshit)

Kublai Car

Today I had to get the oil changed in my car (allright, wanted to). Strike that I had to put oil in my car (because there was none). I checked it the oil and there was nothing on the dip stick (also the reason pregnancies happen) I am not fond of car maintenance (about all I can maintain is the gas, and even that is iffy) But I manged to get it done (because I took it somewhere that can do it) and everything checked out okay (for once) Now all I have to do is get it in before the timing belt breaks and destroys my car (no pressure). Thanks, car.

Jobless unSeattle*

I have been chronically underemployed for the last 10 years (as well as unemployed). Mostly because my jobs ceased to exist, while I was being hired (DOA - done on assignment). For awhile I took it personally (because I wanted too). But then I realized that unless I was writing the budgets for the companies I couldn't really be blamed (even though they tried, but those charges never stuck!). I did my job (or at least the parts they could see). I showed up for my hours (and no more). Put in the paperwork (mostly in the trash). It was the companies I worked for that didn't show up, and didn't put in the right paper work (sometimes literally) Fortunately I am on my way back to more work (even it it isn't paid). It is showing up slowly (like my paychecks). But I am thankful to have something to do (I've realized what a boring person I am, man I need something to do with my time.)
*I don't and have never lived in Seattle

Facebook Lift

Now we know, you've had work done, on your Facebook page (even if you don't have one). Yep, eventually, you are going to have a new look on your Facebook (one of embarrassment?). Even if you don't need it/want it (which you probably don't). It is coming, the new, the "better" the Facebook (better to Mark maybe). Keep in mind, if you don't evolve eventually you will die (or go to Myspace). Of course a digital death is far less painful (or permanent) than regular death. Now you won't have to wait till you die to see your whole life flash before your eyes (prepare to be bored.)

Posting Posters

Growing up I never had posters. I still don't even understand the purpose of posters. It seems to me like they are nothing more than large post cards, and blank ones. Or its like you bought a frame at K-Mart and decided to leave the picture of the people in it. Are you afraid that you are going to forget what or who you like, so you post in on your wall? Like it is some kind of giant sticky note. Someday someone will ask you: "Hey Bob, who or what do you like?" and you can't remember, so you go back to your room and look at the walls: "Oh, yea, Starwars, Bonjovi, and oh yea, vaginas!"  Then you have to think about where to put the posters. Remember, the wall is prime real estate, you don't want to just put stuff up there, any where. There has to be some thought put into it. Not only where to put the posters, but how often do you want to be reminded of that thing you like? More importantly, who do you want to see it? You may like that girlie picture, but will your mother? I didn't think so.

Dakota Fanny

First it was Miley (or was in Hanna?), then it was Dakota Fanning: dressing up as sluts (excuse me: sexually burgeoning women). Okay, being provocative on magazine covers (if it isn't titillating, why is on a magazine cover?). Grow up people, or rather let them grow up (because they are growing up, they can't be your little princess forever). These girls are becoming women, and if they want to encourage other women to continue to be sexual objects, that is their right (even if it is kind of stupid). But really, they are becoming women, and the dirty little secret about growing up is that sex is important to adults (I know, if we didn't put it into their heads, they'd never know about it, at least till the hormones got a hold of them), and saying it isn't only contributes to our problem (sex isn't bad, only the values around it).