Sorry, I have a delayed reaction paying attention to the news and commenting on it until the actors randomly pop up on my radar screen.
Hang on...my bad...I just got a clarification.
Apparently the pop music pioneering mouseketeer said "rock out with your cocks out...don't smoke weed", not "rock out with your twats out" upon ending her show in Vancouver last week. Strangely enough, I would recommend that any living creature on the planet smoke weed before rocking out with their jewels out on public display. With all do respect, rocking out with your anything out doesn't buy you much street cred with the boys that are worth knowing. Especially when your life is under the ultimate microscope. Maybe she was just high?
Anywho...uh oh, looks like I'm going on a tangent...
Men are men. Some MUCH better than others. Just like women. But the reason attractive girls get into the club free as if they are bait is because they are. That's why the girls that think it's OK to 'act like guys' sexually speaking don't get any respect, nor should they. They are living in a delusional world of false importance as living beings. No one can give a damn about them, because they aren't worth giving a damn about. What's the difference between a sex toy and a love interest? Good question right?
I'm not speaking of Britney, just in general terms, but my what an interesting circus she has turned a small part the zoo into. She may be a rockstar/celebrity...but the only other girls I've heard say shit like that were strippers and whores...which certainly sucks when trying to judge people fairly and accurately.
BTW...why did Jennifer Aniston make $31 million and Britney only made $2.5? I wish everyone had what they make written across their forehead when they speak, especially pundits, that way you could weigh the principle versus principal as the prime motivators behind their thinking.
I think there may be an entire generation of destroyed people in this country. A 40% what rate? I wonder why. Sickening. My mom was telling me that now one of the high school cheerleaders is in trouble for giving 6 football players blowjobs at the same party last week...even back in the supposedly safe rural Texas small town environment.
"Rock out with your cocks" out huh Britney?
Shoot me now. No, seriously. Without the hope of being able to at least find some young, attractive, intelligent women worth respecting one day, there isn't much reason to live.
Speaking of whores and sluts on desperate parade for fleeting superficial attention in all the wrong ways...it looks like I'm officially back in the game! More details to follow. I just don't know if there is anything worth winning these days.
Well, at least current replies to my sarcastic requests for attention on far more admirable terms...
Thanks for writing!
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On 4/3/09 6:02 PM, "Allen Simpson" <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
My dream job?I have been more productive than usual lately. God willing it's just a matter of time until I can focus my creativity in constructively profitable ways.
Being myself on TV and getting paid lots of money for it!
Hope everyone at current is well, you guys kick ass!
P.S. After that I would love to adapt the rhetoric and platform to actually save the world by preventing people from being such idiots, but that gets a bit more complicated.
Oh yeah, Happy Easter everyone!
Yesterday I went to the beach briefly to brainstorm and thought it was Mexican park day because the park was completely filled with Mexicans when I drove by. I couldn't figure out what was going on...then I remembered it was Easter.
It didn't really dawn on me that it was Easter b/c I've removed my mind from all the absurd nonsense that our default mainstream preaches at me. Yesterday morning I briefly turned on the 'Hour of Power' to see their Marketing Director or whatever explaining that "hopelessness is running rampant in our society", but to save yourself and be in God's good graces all you have to do is buy a $240 ceramic hummingbird jar from them. But wait, there's more! For that $240 you just invested in lies and 99 cent store-grade pottery, it also comes with about 2 cents worth of seeds so 'you can see God's miracle in action.'.
I found the experience both painful and mind-boggling.
Slightly less painful and mind-boggling was watching the first few minutes of Rick Warren's Easter speech on FNC. He starts by admiring the troops because that's what all peaceful religions do, glorify the trained military combatants. Then he explained that you had to come back after the commercial break to listen to his nonsensical explanation of things, because "your life depends on it."
Fucking wow. I mean, I've seen some infomercials go too far, but apparently under the guise of God you can just pull whatever shit out of your ass you want to and sell it to people. It's like magic thin air with nothing of substance behind it.
He then explained that 'God is love' and blah, blah, blah. I beg to differ. Love is LOVE. Kindness is kindness. Compassion is compassion. Empathy is empathy. Leave God and your increasingly wrong 5000%-markup-hummingbird-ceramic-jar-selling missives out of it please.
Wait Allen...breathe...breathe...calm down tiger...
Not all religion is bad. Just like God isn't love, love is love. Do me a favor, build a religion based on modern truth and scientific explanation of human behavior and get back to me.
Speaking of weaving epic, completely true storylines into reality...yesterday was another really interesting one for vanity license plates. As I was pondering God, life, reality, faith and everything else that helplessly surrounds and almost seems to follow me...the license plate on the car that passed me just as I turned off to go back to my house said ARCHTEQ (architect).
I know it's pure coincidence, and completely irrelevant to the context I'm spinning it in, but if God exists and controls this infinite game like infinity...the timing in parallel with my thought process was really trippy. I think that's what the concept of 'God' does...allows people to read into things as needed...but that isn't always the reality. Sometimes your life feeling like it's a scene from Bruce Almighty is just you thinking your life feels like a scene from Bruce Almighty and is in fact nothing more than coincidence.
As part of my self-directed behavior project I've also decided to start keeping a long of all the WTF? coincidences that make for such an amusing story. Speaking of which, it's amazing how quickly I forget and default back to my less-productive behaviors. Without the constant reminders that I must monitor and control my thoughts and actions, my default programming still takes over the 'auto-pilot' the second I forget I need to pay attention to and carefully choose what I'm doing. The magic nonsense box doesn't pay the bills to survive but yet it seems so exciting and alluring...oh magic nonsense box, why must you try so hard to manipulate me?
This dawned on me as I was lying on the beach and listening to my recordings of the self-directed behavior text for the first time in a couple days. It was powerful...and consumed my attention until I momentarily took a break to text message myself notes on life...and overheard the conversation of the couple staked out closest to me on the beach. "This ain't no wind game, you can't play this shit in the wind..." I heard an urban, hip-hop-esque dialect say...and it only got funnier from there.
It was a highly amusing day.
That is all.