Monday, March 5, 2012

Random Thought Of The Day #580

Day 580

One of these days, I really need to actually sit down and try to put my thoughts on the body modification and bimbofication/dollification kinks I have into words. Cause I kinda see them as very very intertwined. And deeply personal for some reason. I can't quite explain it.

I've been thinking about that a little bit this morning for some reason (one of my friends brought it up accidentally while asking for an opinion on a body mod), but it inevitably ends up with me thinking a lot about it. And trying to form a coherent thought on the topic. But I often can't. I inevitably get stuck in these loops on the issue and feel like there's something more tangible that links all of this together. But then, I can't quite figure out what that one last string is that ties it all together in my head. And I really want to.

Anyone got an idea here? Cause I'm kinda coming up blank.

Speaking of blank... I'm actually a little surprised at how little of a response I got from my writing on Friday. I don't know why. I just kinda expected more reaction. One way or another. Because it seems like there is this constant drum beat of "unity unity unity" and I'm sitting here feeling like one of about 10 people saying "what fucking unity? where is the unity? And who REALLY wants unity?" while looking at each other with a puzzled expression and a tilted head.

I mean... I'm not missing some kind of major game changer that would change my opinion on "unity", right? I don't think I am. I mean... I know there's some people that are all about it... and that's cool. As long as they don't get the authority to make it happen by coersion, that is. But I figured there was at least enough of the "yay unity!" crowd out there that they would have at least felt compelled to explain why I was wrong about my "fuck unity" argument. Guess not. Or they didn't feel compelled enough.

Plus... the whole Unity thing reminds me way too much of being 17 or 19 again and spending a lot of time around candy kids writing PLUR (Peace Love Unity Respect) on their arms in highlighter. And I just wanted to enjoy my roll in peace and vibe to some DJ at that point.

Jesus... that's the most I've written in back-to-back days about kink-world stuff in a long time. And I kinda remember why I stopped. Mostly cause it's not that funny. And without going right after individual people, it's hard to make jokes about. Even the generally groan-inducing types that I make.

Remind me to NOT do this again for a while. I need something inane, ridiculous and not only lacking any redeeming value, but makes you dumber for having thought about to blabber about instead. It kinda makes me feel like I'm punching MYSELF in the balls by writing on this topic some days.

And I really should have posted the Spider Jerusalem Explains Voting image again when it came to the "politics" portion of my post from Friday.

Oh fuck it... here we go. Spider explains voting. Again.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Random Thought Of The Day #579 - Beautifully Fractured Edition

Day 579

Oh, I think Doctor Whiskey is going to have to write me a nice prescription this evening after how this week has gone.

And on an entirely unrelated note...

@TwistedView wrote 2 posts recently that kind of resonated with me. I think they kind of go hand-in-hand with each other rather than being 2 different topics though. One was regarding community dynamic and structure and the other on the whole @ElitistFucks group.

I've kinda realized over the past 2 years or so that I've grown increasingly cynical about the concept of community. Mostly the Unity portion of that word. But also with what it implies.

Community, to me, implies organization. It implies leadership and rank & file. And all that implies politics. Either in elections or in a form of monarchy or oligarchy or something as simple as a dictatorship. None of those are, by definition, a bad thing... but they're all historically and observably corruptible. It creates an artificial power and, yes... privilege. And I don't mean the name of my penis. It's a ceding of control to an authority.

And we all know how much I like authority.

But what I'm getting at here is that community creates these things. Because someone inevitably ends up becoming the decision maker. And as time goes by, people become more and more accepting of granting that decision making person more authority to decide more and more things. It almost becomes a form of D/s in a strange way. A submission by everyone to a person or persons who begin making the decisions. And they begin to play the role of ship captain at some point. With an implicit and explicit authority in virtually all organizational and directional aspects of the group.

Could they be trusted to do so with the best interests of everyone in mind? yes. Does it tend to work out in a benevolent way forever? No. Inevitably, it ends up going south. At least from my perspective.

But with granting a person or persons that authority, it creates a class system. But not one based on anything tangible like skill or knowledge or anything. But simply by authority and lack thereof. Artificial authority at that.

Classes will exist. They have to. Because not everyone is equal. Some people have more to offer in this particular community or any community. Either in intelligence, logistical ability, skill, knowledge or whatever. Those variables create a legitimate hierarchy. And people can climb that ladder or not. It's tangible. They're incorruptible. You can't make someone any more skilled or smart or knowledgeable than they actually are. But you can give them authority they don't deserve. It's a slight distinction, but it's a distinction. There's an inherent corruptibility to power and authority. And it often takes people far too long to rebel against that corruption.

I'll get back to that though.

But there's another aspect of this I want to look at. Inclusiveness.

I'm not saying that being inclusive is a bad thing. It's not. But complete inclusiveness is impossible. That's just common sense. You can't have 2 people that are diametrically opposed in the same community and expect it to end in anything but tears or blood. Lines have to be drawn. It's a matter of where those lines are drawn that is the issue. And it's been a topic that I've brought up in the past once or twice. But for other reasons.

No, what I'm saying is that I don't think the community has really set those lines in the proper place. The line between "mostly inclusive" and "exclusive" is pretty clear. We know how far the spectrum can spread. We know that the whole spectrum can't fit in any one group. Hell, some of the fringes of each side of those spectrum are hardly even the same species as the other. So we draw the lines. And as long as we're on the upper side of including 50% of that spectrum, it remains inclusive. Below that 50%? Exclusive.

Simple math, right?

What I'm saying with all of this is that not everyone can get along with everyone. It could be because of beliefs or simply because they don't want the authority that the more central organized group submits to. The spectrum provides for that kind of diversity. And sometimes that diversity clashes with other parts on the spectrum.

And that is where the groups that pop up to fill in those voids in the spectrum not serviced by the established central authority come in. They fill those voids. They create a natural diversity. As nice as homogeny is for milk, it's not so great for people and groups. These diverse groups are amazing. They provide something that their members are not getting elsewhere. And they spring up out of nowhere. They're organic. They're disorganized or organized, depending on how the members want them to be. They are as big or small as their structure permits them to be. They can grow until they collapse under their own weight or they can be 5 people sitting in a restaurant wanting nothing to do with anyone else or ever bringing a new person into the group. And all of that is perfectly fine. The fractures and splinters in the spectrum are shown. The needs of each person is met by the groups that they draw themselves into.

And those groups interact with one another on whatever level they are compatible to do so. They simply work or they do not. And when they do not, they do not intereact. Or at least that's how it should go...

But where we get into trouble again has to do with the the interaction between different parts of a spectrum. When one part of a spectrum is compelled to absorb or grow their authority over more and more. To provide structure for those who don't want it. When their position on the spectrum is one that believes they need to bring authority to the anarchy, to bring homogeny to the diverse, to bring centralization to the decentralized or otherwise bring as much of the spectrum under one umbrella as possible, they become the evangelical. Because it's forced. It's inorganic. It's artificial. It's fake.

Which is where the whole @ElitistFucks thing comes from for me. Some of us might see it differently and I definitely don't speak for everyone or even the group itself.

But I'll tell you a secret about it. It's a joke. The whole thing. It's a big joke.

And the joke is on everyone. Ourselves included.

Even the name is a joke... because Elitist implies status. And if there is one thing that actually matters the LEAST to any of us, it is status. We could care less about status, about privilege, about victimization, or maintainting equality or anything else that doesn't simply WORK. We simply all treat each other exactly as is appropriate. No more. No less.

It's an organic group that was no longer being served by the centralized group. That came together for exactly that reason. That's not casting fault on the centralized group. Simply a statement of fact.

It's a group that exists solely for those that don't want the authority. That's why there's almost as many group leaders as there are group members. For those of us that don't want to submit to that authority. We don't even want the paper authority.

It's for those of us who don't want to measure our words for fear of offending someone. Maybe because we simply don't want to fight about pronouns or proper titles or whatever anymore. Not because we're assholes or uncaring to the feelings of others... but because we simply just want to be able to understand each other in simple terms and figure out our dynamics with each other on a one-on-one basis. We don't want our interactions to be mandated by seemingly arbitrary rules where others could be offended when they even overhear how we interact with someone else. We just dont' want to need to try so hard to appease everyone that it becomes work.

It's for our weird, disfunctional, diverse little family.

It's for people that don't take themselves, their kinks, their lifestyles, or anything else too seriously. Because if you can't laugh at yourself and let other people laugh at you, then you really do just have a massive stick up your ass. And that's no way to live as far as we're concerned. It might work for others, and that's cool... but demanding that we live with that stick up our asses is no different than us demanding that you laugh at yourself. It's simply an extension of being accepting without validating someone else's kinks.

And it's for people that don't always get along and don't always share beliefs but can always care about one another. Hell, there's more diversity of opinion and arguments and disagreements within our group at one munch than I've seen or heard about at any group discussion that I've ever been a part of in my many years around this community.

The only real common ground we all share? It's a shared set of ground rules that we all believed in when it comes to dealing with other people long before we came together. We didn't have to set up the rules... the rules were already shared before the group ever came into being.

And finally... the biggest part of the joke? Is that we're underscoring the exact same thing that every other small sub-sect of the community does with splintering into cliques or groups of close friends that spend a lot of their time together. But the one thing we are doing is being honest about it. We're not singing "kumba-fuckin-ya" about how united the community is while spending most of our time with small groups.

That's the only thing that separates us from the greater community. We just named it. No different than any leather family does. Except we're not all leather. We're just a family.

I could go on and on about this, but I think I've put together enough words on the topic right now. I might talk more about it later. I don't kow.

But in the meantime... I'm going to continue to reject the idea of authority and enjoy the beautifully fractured nature of the kink scene in this city.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Random Thought Of The Day #578

Day 578

I was thinking about this the other day..

How the fuck did the Soviet Union hide fucking CITIES?

I mean... it's a city! That's like trying to "hide" Pittsburgh or something. Oh yeah... with guns, lack of communications, and no Google Earth. I forgot about that.

I bet if I managed to time travel back to the late-1800's with my iPhone, I'd start another round of Witch Hunts just from being able to play music from the magic box in my hand. And they'd demand that I release the people that I've trapped inside of it when I flip over to a TV show or movie.

I'd be like fucking Ash in Army of Darkness. This. Is. My. Boom... wait... no... it's not. This is my... APPLE!

not quite the same ring to it.

So here's the game today... pick a modern thing and a time that you'd love to travel back to with it and tell us all how you think it would make the natives of that time period react.

But you can't take... like... the internet or something with you. Cause that's a whole infrastructure network. You can take the device, but you can't take the network it connects to. You can take your phone, but you can't really call anyone on it. You can take your xbox, but you better be able to figure out where you're gonna plug it into.

So pick something fun and take it back. It doesn't have to be technology.. You can take your car back to Ancient Egypt. or an airplane to fly and check out some dinosaurs. Or a tank to the Revolutionary War. Modern Tactical Assault gear to fight in the Roman Colosseum. Something fun like that. Pick something, tell us all how it would fuck with people and why it would be awesomely funny to take it back there.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Random Thought Of The Day #577

Day 577

Can we have a new death cult pop up sometime soon?

I miss them. We haven't had one in a while. And the dude running it has to be like 100 and look kinda crazy. Like this guy:

What was the last one? Heaven's Gate? And that was in the 90's, right? There was another one too right around the same time though, wasn't there? Or am I just remembering poorly?

And then way back in the day, there was Jamestown. But there had to have been a couple in between. I know it. I don't remember them or what any of them were called, but there had to have been a couple.

Where did all the cool death cults disappear to? I mean... we're getting closer to the "End Of The World"... you'd think they'd be springing up everywhere to preempt the whole "we're all gonna die" thing from the earth being sucked into a black hole or the sun going supernova or the Rapture or Mortimer, the Lone Mantis of the Apocalypse...wait... oh... I'm the only one that is warning about Mortimer.


Mortimer
 He's totally a Heeb. I mean... Mortimer? that's totally a Jewish name. But he's probably some old crotchety dude too. Cause I don't think there's anyone on the planet named Mortimer that's under 75. And I bet he has caramel candies in the pockets of his plaid golf pants.

His sidekick is named Chad. Chad is a total WASP. I bet you couldn't guess that though. Seriously... when's the last time you met a dude named Chad that wasn't some fratboy looking doucherocket that you kinda wanted to punch just from looking at him.


I bet his name is Chad
 I bet he also has a popped collar on his pink polo shirt. Toolbox.

But yeah.. where did they all go? Can't we get a Jim Jones version 2.0 to show up sometime soon? Get a bunch of crazies and head off to some crazy commune?  ... I can think of a few that we could TOTALLY ship off and nobody would miss...

wait what? I didn't say that. Nope. I didn't. I think you're mis-reading me. I'd never suggest throwing the crazies in the community on a boat and sending them to a super-lefty-vegan commune in the middle of nowhere and leaving them with a lot of purple kool-aid. Never. Ever. Nope.


Wait... that's not Rick Santorum... or is it? I can't quite tell.

It's only fair. The GOP apparently found their Jim Jones... his name is Rick Santorum. Someone tell me where to deliver the purple kool-aid to those idiots. It's my gift to you and the world.

Just as Mortimer is my gift to the world. Wait... I think this means I started a death cult.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Random Thought Of The Day #576

Day 576

Here's a quick hit bunch of thoughts today rather than a long rambling post on 3 or 4 topics that I manage to connect with Deadpool or something equally pointless:

1. You know what would be an awesome costume for the Furry convention?

Voltron

And if you can't figure out WHY that would be an awesome costume... well... I just have no hope for you.

2.  The NHL Trade Deadline was horribly disappointing yesterday. There's nothing really funny here. It just kinda was.

3.  While re-watching the original cartoon G.I. Joe movie the other night with DoNotGoGently, we realized how many of the characters in that cartoon were totally stereotypes of Leatherman fantasies. Especially fucking Gung-Ho. Dude was a walking Leather-man's fantasy. Seriously... go check out some of the pictures of the old 80's cartoon GI Joe characters... wow... I don't think I ever realized it until now.

4.  While I'm at it, all you fuckers better be doing SOMETHING to support DoNotGoGently while she runs for IMsL. She is looking for donations for the auction baskets that the competitors put together. So come on, people. Give up some schwag for her. With all the shit she's done voluntarily and time she's donated to organizing shit locally and around the country, it's the least you can do.

I mean... she even asked nice and said pretty please!

I don't ask nearly as nicely. I demand, fuckers.

So donate... or I'll track you down and gut you in your sleep. Or just beat you with a sock full of nickels. Or something.

Wait... some of you might like that. You know what I mean.

5. And back on the topic of GI Joe... Dude... my man-crush on the Rock and my love of comic book movies and 80's toy nostalgia makes me NEED to see the 2nd GI Joe movie that's coming out. Yes... I admit a man-crush on the Rock. Shut it.

And there's even more awesome ninja shit in this movie. I mean... mountain climbing ninjas? D.O.N.E. Come one... that's just awesome. But really... I know we train a lot of soldiers to be good at hand-to-hand combat... but we really need more ninjas in military service. While wearing all kinds of ninja armor shit.

In fact, we just need more ninjas in general.

6. Apparently I am on an cartoon & toys nostalgia kick recently. I guess it was only a matter of time before I reverted mentally to being 8 again.

Ok... I think that's it for today.

So the lesson today?

You need to support my wildly hot, deserving, and generally awesome girl for IMsL. And give her all the help she asks for. Seriously. I'll track you down if you don't.

And I have a man-crush on the Rock. Use that however you want.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Random Thought Of The Day #575

Day 575

Wyoming wants an aircraft carrier.

That makes sense. Really. It really does. I promise.

Is there some kind of unwritten rule about how when one side of the aisle goes nuts, the other has to to equally or more insane? Cause while it provides for great comic fodder, it really is probably not the best way to govern.

But since the GOP in Wyoming want an aircraft carrier, I think maybe I should make some ridiculous requests of the taxpayers. Since I haven't asked for free shit in a while (which none of you have given me as tribute yet... I'm still waiting for that beer-fetching monkey and death ray, fuckers!)... instead, since I want free shit & it's approaching St. Patty's Day... I think I'll make my demands to the magic St. Patty's Day Leprechaun:

Dear Leprechaun,
     As you are to St. Patrick's Day what Santa is to Christmas, the Zombie Jesus is to Easter, and the Great Pumpkin is to Halloween, I demand the following:

1. A case of Whiskey. But it better not be that north American bullshit. Irish whiskey only. American whiskey tastes like fucking swamp water. Probably. I don't know. I don't often drink swamp water.

2. A orbital platform death ray. Because if Wyoming can feel the need for something as impractical as an aircraft carrier, I can totally at least make use of a lunar orbiting death ray. I might need to blast the shit out of something with a death ray at some point. And I don't have to find a port of call for a death ray in fucking space. So actually, that's more practical than an aircraft carrier for Wyoming. But I'm reasonable, so I'll settle for a terrestrial death ray too.

3. Your pot of gold. Because if Wyoming is right, that shit is gonna be worth some BANK when the world collapses. And even if they're wrong... fuck... it's free gold, yo.

4. Tin foil. Because apparently, the primary defense mechanism for the crazies to use as hats will also be wildly valuable. Or maybe it already is. Has anyone checked the price of tin foil recently? Even if it hasn't, I bet books on oragami are totally skyrocketing. Cause folding that shit without it ripping is a nightmare.

5. I'm still waiting for my beer-fetching monkey!

6. Your Lucky Charms. Yeah, bitch. I want your Lucky-fucking-Charms. Don't make me sick Count Chocula's retarded friend Frankenberry on your ass.

7. A computer built into my brain so that I can constantly watch hockey games and netflix in my head.

I think that this is all for now, Mr. Magical Leprechaun. I demand my free shit. Or I'll start setting fire to every clover I find, 3 leaf or 4. And I'll find a way to destroy all rainbows so that you no longer have a place to hide that pot of gold. And when I'm done, I'll find a way to move the Guinness factory to the United States and further destroy Ireland's economy that doesn't come from the sale of guns or blowing shit up.

Love,
Joe

Friday, February 24, 2012

Random Thought Of The Day #574

Day 574

Dear internauts,

I have absolutely nothing interesting to write about today. I have nothing to yell about. I have nobody that I think is any more of an idiot or crazy person that I did yesterday. Not even news seems worth writing about.

So I'm going to do something entirely different.

I'm going to talk about my favorite toys as a kid. And why.

I was a huge fan of Legos. I mean... really... who doesn't love legos? They were fucking awesome. Unless you accidentally stuck 2 of the super-thin 1-strip kinds directly on top of each other. And then it was a nightmare to get them apart. You know which ones I'm talking about. They're 1/3 the thickness of a regular lego block. But when you stick 2 of the exact same types on top of each other, you need the fucking jaws of life to rip those bastards apart.

But otherwise? You could build fucking ANYTHING. It was awesome!

But see... when I was a kid, they didn't have nearly the cool lego men that they do have today. Fuck, back then... they were all yellow heads on white t-shirt bodys with black or blue or red pants. Those were your choices. Now you can get a god damn lego man that looks like Boba Fett. They were kinda racist with them back in the 80's. Legos were round-eyed asians.

Asians are "yellow" right? Cause I'm white, some of you are black, indians are red, pretty much everyone from central america, south america or the middle east are brown. So that must mean that Lego men were all round-eyed asians, right? When they came out with the pirate ones with the eye patch and stubble? Coolest lego man ever!

Now we just need a Deadpool Lego man!

But you could build anything with legos. It was awesome. I miss playing with legos. I should totally use the ugly room for legos. Just sit on the floor for hours and play with legos like when I was 8.

I totally should have tried to get a gig with Legos after school. Exactly what degree would you need for that? I'm not certain, but I'm pretty sure "lego engineering" is not an actual degree.

So what about you? Favorite toy as a kid and why?

Come on, kids... make with the feedback. Cause you all never fucking reply when I ask questions here.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Random Thought Of The Day #573

Day 573

At this point, I really do HAVE to have the most writings on FetLife, don't I? Is there any way I can search for that? Can Google tell me "What idiot has the most writings on FetLife?" or something? I'm really curious. I'm at 573 days of this, plust a lot of Point-1 and Point-2 editions, some random writings and some really stupid bullshit from the early days here. I'm at like 760-some writings here now. That's GOT to be the record for FetLife, right? RIGHT?

*grumble* fuck you *grumble*

You know what I have realized while writing here? That posts like this, that actually are about something other than ridiculous bullshit? They're gonna get ignored. Until I lose my god damn mind half way through like usual and start ranting about the fucking giant mutant spiders with wings that operate an orbiting space platform that is home to a motherfucking death ray that the Idiot In Chief in the White House won't tell you about because he and Rick Santorum are both evil alien lizard people from the planet Purple and are preparing us for colonization and don't want to cause a mass panic and make people realize that the world isn't what it appears from the evil mainstream media.

yes... there's a planet named Purple. The liquid water there is actually orange for some fucked up reason and the plant life is almost all white. I have no idea why it's called Purple.

Newt wants to steal that fucking death ray from the mutant spiders. To protect the moon colony.

Oh... right... what was I saying?

Yes...writing things... writing things about nothing.

I mean, I could theoretically start telling you about my weekend or something, like @Sybele does in her blog. Or I could talk about my "journey" or some sort of revelation about my kinks like everyone else does...

but that shit just isn't me. I yell. I rant. I spout ridiculous bullshit and lose my god damned mind on a regular basis, yet it somehow keeps me from going on a stabbing rampage or some other shit. And I feel quite stabbity sometimes. Very stabbity. Like... "I woke up with sharpie on my face after drinking too much last night" kind stabbity. You know what I'm talking about.

No, not you!

YEAH, YOU! You know what the fuck I'm saying, right? Yeah. I thought so.

This is what happens when I have writers block in the morning. This is the bullshit you get.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Random Thought Of The Day #572

Day 572

You know what I haven't seen or read or anything in a while? A bad-ass just mind-fucking kind of sci-fi horror type thing.

Some book or comic or movie or tv show where shit is just straight up fucked up and you have no idea why.

So far, the River seems to be pretty close to that. But the characters are not 100% stuck in the fuckedupedness the way they need to be for it to really be just creepy and weird and mind-fucking enough for me.

Maybe that's why I was such a huge fan of LOST. Because it was a bunch of people stuck in a world of mindfuck and couldn't get out. And the only way out is through it. Maybe.

This got me thinking though... what kind of things do I really like in a story? What things really draw me in? What kind of endings do I like and what kind do I hate?

I guess I love the fucked up, anything-can-happen-and-possibly-will situation without it leading into magic. I fucking HATE magic. Ok... let me re-phrase that. I can't stand wizard-like magic. Basic supernatural weirdness? Cool. Dude with a magic fucking wand? Boring as shit. It's a cop out. Weirdness that isn't really explained with serious detail? Ok... I can deal with that. It could be a case of wildly advanced tech that is almost supernatural... or it could be actually supernatural weirdness. Either way. Doesn't really matter.

But something about a douche holding a magic wand and changing this or that? Lame as fuck. I mean, what... does dude-with-a-wand have the oh-so-terribly-convenient limitation of NOT being able to turn people into trees or a pocket-full of wadded up Sheetz reciepts and just walking away to go about his fucking business? And then you always gotta go find this other "lost-for-millenia" amulet or something in order to escape said magic... but somehow you manage to discover, even being a total fuckwit in this world, where-as the inhabitants of said magic fucking kingdom have had no luck for the last 3000 years? What the fuck? Fuck that noise! My bullshit detector goes off there just as fast as it does with pretentious cause-heads! So sorry kids... fuck magic wizard bullshit.

And if it involves the main characters needing to battle with swords and shit? yeah... I'll pass on that crap too. Unless they've also got fucking laser guns and shit too. That mix of the super techy and the bad Ren Faire dinner show is ok... but throw out the tech and it's just another attempt at Braveheart or something about dragons or something else that I don't care about.

So fantasy is kinda meh for me. Unless it's mixed with sci-fi tech stuff and thrown into some weird literary blender, I'll pass. Mostly because of the massive plot holes in them.  Oh... but if it's a commentary on religion or time or life? I can sometimes dig that. That's what LOST was. It was playing with religion/faith and time and whatnot with not so much magic is just unexplained fuckedupedness.

But getting back on point here... fucked up weirdness? Good. We need more of that "holy shit, what the fuck is going on?" stuff. It doesn't even have to be super sci-fi-ish. It can just be somebody thrown into the middle of some kinda weirdness with conspiracies or some other sort of convoluted plot. I don't care. It's that feeling of being in the middle of a total shitstorm and not even being able to tell which way is up most of the time. And then being wrong when you think you can.

I think the other thing that I'm missing is good endings that aren't all "oh, everything is wrapped up nicely" and much more bittersweet. Where the fuckedupedness is dealt with, but a whole host of new potential shit to fuck your life up is right there instead. Like where you've gone thru the rabbit hole and you can't get back out. You'll never get back out. And a realization that things will never be like they were before everything went to shit. It makes the story mean a little more. If the status quo is just restored at the end of the story? What was the point? Ok, people changed maybe during it... but beond that? They can still go back to their old lives and probably revert back into the people they were before. A story that negates itself at the end is pointless. If the character is gonna just be able to pretend it didn't happen cause everything is back to how it was, then why did I read it?

Though that might have to do with me being a bit of a cynical asshole.

Ok... and here's some belated valentine's day Deadpool for reading this rambling piece of shit.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

RTOTD #571.1

Day 571.1

Wait... so we're still dealing with that whole Greece thing? I thought we all realized that shit was a lost cause like a year ago. I thought I read a thing a couple weeks ago where that whole country was only worth like 500 billion dollars at this point. Like, for that much, you could own the place. So I was just kinda waiting for them to put up a really fucking big "FOR SALE" sign over at the border or over the country or something so you can see it from Google Earth. Wait... do they even have enough cash to make that sign? I wonder what the real estate commission would be for the sale of a country?

Though that does bring up a good question... if someone with enough money (*cough*Apple*cough*) were to actually buy a country... do they get to own the people too? Cause that could get interesting quite quickly.

I'd really be much more interested in revitalizing the plan that I was working on between 1998 and 2002 about taking over the world if I get to keep the people too. I could deal with ruling the world with that kinda deal. But only after we find aliens and I can sell off the excess people to them as chattel. Just saying.

Oh... maybe Greece will have some good yard sales? World's Largest Garage Sale. But it better be scheduled for longer than like... 8:00 until 2:00 on a Saturday morning. I don't know if I can dig through the whole country in 6 hours. Yet somehow, I think we'll get scammed. I mean... they are eastern European. Buy their old book collection? Somehow, they steal your ID and sell it on the Dark Net.

Assholes. Fuck you and your discoteques.

Oh wait... I wonder how much they'd charge to let me change "going Greek" to something wildly narcissistic with my name in it? But only when you're talking about teh buttsecs. Cause I would totally love a slang term for a sex act named after me. Now that I think about it though, there might already be one... but it probably involves a feminist punching a dude in the junk and screaming about rape culture while complaining about pronouns or some such nonsense.