Scientology, for…wtf?
April 30th, 2008 by park
Okay so the rest of you online geekoids get to sit around and absorb this viral stuff all day. The rest of us catch up a few months later. Bite me.
But since I know others, like myself, LOVE seeing idiots prove their worth…here is Tom Cruise to tell you ALL about Scientology…or…something…between the mad cackles I lost track and was too busy noticing his knuckles look like he’s developing Rheumatoid Arthritis.
Just saying. It happens. I guess all the scien…tologicating…can’t fix everything. Frickin loon.
Take ten minutes. It’ll make you grin because…no matter what is wrong with you, you aren’t this crazy. Well…maybe.
Crazy
April 8th, 2008 by park
I think I am a little crazy. If I wasn’t though, I am not sure I could take this world as much as I have.
I fear today I shamed the one man I love best. You have to understand, I love and respect my father more than any other human I can think of. And right now, I have a migraine, so just sitting here writing this down is agonizing pain. I should be laying down sleeping. But if I don’t get it out of my head, I fear it may explode.
I think perhaps I push others with my own will too much. That I try to impose on other people this need to create, to be free of the burdens of sanity and to simply fly up into the heavens without fear that our wings will turn to ash and we will plummet back to earth. And I forget, I am a bit of an oddity with others I know. Other people who have this affliction annoy the hell out of me, so I don’t group with artists and other creative thinkers much. Which leaves me in the somewhat unique position of being a free-thinker in a sea of conformists. And rather than let other people’s lives go on around them, I feel this compulsion to shove their boats and rattle their cages and scream into their lives “GET UP! DO SOMETHING MORE THAN YOU ARE!”, forgetting that everyone is simply content with their position in their lives. That they make “enough” money, or have “enough” to do.
So I push. Without care for who they are, or what they want. I fear that I will someday become the father who’s son falls in love with football only to have a father who thinks soccer is a better sport. (Which it is.) I am so intensely opinionated. And every week I have another million dollar idea. But I have not the resources, or clout or recourse with which to make it a reality. And by the time I find a way to make that idea even remotely possible, someone who has those things makes it happen.
So I push more. And without worrying that I am infringing on someone else’s reality I try to impose my own world view. And I find myself becoming that thing I hate most…an angry free-thinker who feels neglected and relegated to the fringe of society. A whining sycophantic crybaby who should be dressed in all black, sitting at Starbuck’s wondering why my mommy and daddy don’t understand me, with a knife in one hand and a latte in the other.
And then I recoil. I stare, in abject terror because I realize that whatever it was I wanted to do cannot be so important as to want to change another human being’s stance in the world. Are you satisfied with who you are? Are you done growing, changing and changing the world around you? Is that what the word “retire” means? My brain is a rush of new ideas, because I feel myself hurting on the inside, spewing out new ideas, fresh from my mental vacancies.
Perhaps I will retire as well. And become satisfied that this is all life has to offer. That the harder I work will not matter. That the more I do will not be rewarded, because the perception of the machine is too large to be overcome. Because I don’t have enough faith in myself, my skills or my own strengths to take on any Goliath.
But more than anything…I am sorry for shaming my kin. For believing for an instant that just because we are related that somehow you will want more than I do, or be more passionate about my own ideas than I would. But I thank you for listening, and at least glancing in the direction I pointed, if even for a moment to say “Yes, I see it too. And it could be glorious…but it is not for us. It is for them. Let them have it, for someday the meek shall inherit the earth.”
Is aspiring to not be the meek too much in life? I am so confused. And my head is wracked with pain, my stomach twists in a way I do not understand. And it is time to spew more than ideas from my mouth.
The greatest feeling in life is to know who you are and what your purpose is. Not understanding that, for better or for worse, is the worst. But believing you know the path and being told it is not; that is scary in a way I can no longer handle.
Why do I write this crap when I feel the worst? This whole website is supposed to be about music, and movies and cigars. Instead I drop all my mental garbage here.
Oh and I think I figured out my migraines. I think it’s simply stress. On thing, after another, after another. At first you don’t notice. Then suddenly you have a mountain of things to overcome. I need sleep. G’night.
Oh yeah, I just noticed Gnarl’s Barkley released their newest album “The Odd Couple”:
Animated Monkey
March 6th, 2008 by park
Yeah, I know it’s actually Kung Fu Panda but COME ON PEOPLE! There’s a Kung Fu Monkey involved here!!
Gary Gygax is gone.
March 4th, 2008 by park
I have been accused by people of being fairly cold and distant. And it’s true. I reign in my feelings pretty tightly. Mostly I think, because I was always at odds with my parents about my hobbies. Namely, Dungeons and Dragons.
Today, Gary Gygax, the man credited with birthing the modern Role Playing Game in the 1970’s passed away. Apparently, our friend and what I am sure many of us credit as something of geekdom’s greatest creator has had failing health for some time, including a heart aneurism. Today was his last day among us.
I weep.
Not because I am a big-fat geek. (I am) But because someone who was such a directive and creative force in this world is no longer among us to share his thoughts and ideas with. I only met the man once, briefly, as a fan. He was seriously too nice to me. And I hear that from everyone.
Gary, you will be missed. From this treetop, to the mountains where the aurora will carry you on. May you get all that you earned and more.
Let us hope that all was peaceful for you and may you have all the peace you now deserve. I feel as if we are loosing the creative people with the great minds who got us here. And the world is NOT a better place without you.
Godzilla in America
February 26th, 2008 by park
Misleading title? Maybe. But it out.
Anyone who knows me knows I have this very sad affection for slasher flicks. Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street…all that stuff.
It’s tasteless, it’s horrible, it’s grotesque. And it just gets me everytime. Maybe I should seek help. Maybe those flicks ARE my help. Either way, they are a hoot to watch. And no, I NEVER take them seriously…it’s just a modern day version of Hansel and Gretel as far as I can see.
So here’s my vexation. Why is it when America had a chance to adopt Godzilla as our own did we turn it into…whatever that movie was? I mean…we OBVIOUSLY have a healthy sense of morbidity. Look at how popular shows like CSI and Law and Order are. That’s some seriously disturbing stuff.
So here’s my solution to the whole Godzilla problem. We adopt Jason Vorhees. Seriously. We can turn him into a good guy. Don’t believe me? Allow me to draw you a map.
Godzilla is this sad creature who lives in the waters off Japan. He terrorizes the people of Tokyo on a regular basis. But if anyone sets foot in his territory, he will atomic breath them into dust. He is very territorial, he definitely understands revenge, and he holds a HELL of a grudge.
Jason Vorhees. He’s a sad creature who lives in the waters of Camp Crystal Lake. He terrorizes the people of Camp Crystal lake and the surrounding area on a regular basis. If anyone else threatens the area…he steps in (Freddy Versus Jason?) and he will…power tool them to death. He is highly territorial, is completely fueled by revenge and he has been to hell…
I mean, come on.
Seriously…I need to slow down on my studies. I think my brain is frying slowly in its juices.
*sighs*
New things!
February 26th, 2008 by park
Toys, gadgets and thing-a-doodles!
So a fantastic friend loaned me a laptop to use until I can get my own. Man the freedom these things allow is…well it’s crazy. Let us just say, I am talking to you from my bedroom…and the living room…and the back porch. Nutty. It doesn’t SOUND like a whole lot, but when you compare this to…well…300 Baud modems and BBSes from the old days…well…this wins.
Don’t get me wrong, the magical, wonderful world of computers is NOTHING new to me. But everytime you add a layer, it becomes something that while looking at it isn’t a big deal (Oh…cellular phones…it’ll never catch on.) can change the very way we see the world.
So here’s a little project for ya kids. Go out today, look around you. First, try to imagine what your day would be like without the toys you have. And I mean ANYTHING that runs on electricity. Now…imagine HOW that makes your day better or at least faster. If it doesn’t, try to remove it for awhile. See if it really does.
Now, try to imagine someway to use “magic” to make your day better, easier, faster, more efficient. Now turn that magic into technology.
No, I mean SERIOUSLY. Turn off the filter of the world. Forget there are laws of physics, and a world of scientific wonder out there. What is it YOU wish you could do.
For me, it’s teleporters. Yup. Beam me up Scotty, I am sick of being late, I am tired idiotic drivers. Get me from here to there without me having to do anything. Or flying cars. So at least things get more fatal, huh? Darwinism at work friends.
Okay enough of that jazz. Point is, technology is pretty darned cool. And sometimes I get a glazed over look and forget how cool it can be. And sometimes all it takes is working on your email lists from the couch to remind you…things are moving. Fast. If we aren’t paying attention it might go past too quickly to enjoy it.
…was that a cow?
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Now playing: Penguin Cafe Orchestra - Whiite Mischief
via FoxyTunes
Valentine’s Day
February 14th, 2008 by park
Happy VD folks! Usually I don’t give a hoot. But today ladies and gentlemen, it has come to my attention that someone else shares my feelings of the holiday. And it so happens, we’re pretty closely related.
So without delay and too much pomp and circumstance…I give you…Happy Valentine’s Day…
Gotta love those guys at icanhascheezburger…
Teachers, schools and books
February 12th, 2008 by park
I used to hate school. I mean, I love learning, and the pursuit of knowledge. But I hated the scheduling. Now, I find myself longing for proper college classes again. Boring lectures, uninterested teachers, that girl in the class that no matter how hard she tried always managed to ask “THE” stupid question. (The question we more than likely we wanted to ask ourselves, but didn’t want to be the one to prove an axiom wrong.)
Even if you never went to college, you get the idea. Now, it seems as though no matter how hard I try I cannot find my beat again. Not that I ever had that good of one to begin with.
So here’s the quandary…I know I know the material…but it’s not coming out of my brain. I mean seriously, I’ve been doing this stuff forever, but I thought I was done with it. IP addresses, binary, subnetting…MY GOD subnetting…granted, I NEVER got that. And the question is, how the hell do you reboot a BRAIN?! I hear LSD is good…whatever happened to the MK-ULTRA project again…? *sighs* No quick fixes I suppose.
Well, gotta get back to this study thing. If anyone has a good way of fixing this subnetting thing, let me know. In the meantime, I found some interesting music for you all to enjoy. They are called “Penguin Cafe Orchestra”. Oh, YOU already know about them…sure. But I just learned about them recently. So bag is, smartass.
Sadly, the leader of the band is dead from a brain tumor…but it’s still FANTASTIC stuff.
Life is grand, even in black and white
January 28th, 2008 by park
Sometimes, even when everything else is going wrong around you, you can manage to see the good in life. It rarely happens with me, but it does happen. For instance, it’s Monday. I should be at work. But I am not. We’ve had an hours crunch at work, so they are cutting back our hours for the month of January. So while I am not making NEARLY as much money as I otherwise would…I get some time off to relax.
Yep. Things are in black and white right now. But life is grand. I think I might try to round up a drink of guiness before class I feel so darn spiffy.
Here, just enjoy this video. I actually have to wash clothes…
Thought for the day
October 20th, 2007 by park
Are you alive?
How do you know?
People, this is what large quantities of medication can do to you.