Saturday, December 19, 2009

Pardon Me While I Just Repost This Verbal Diarrhea From An Asinine 21-year-old on my Tumblr

onebadapple:

"People who turn off from participating in life -

they’re cushioning themselves for an awful kind of gesturing life, it seems to me. I’ve known people who stop participating as soon as they’re forty. Mostly Republicans, of course. I’m always puzzled by people whose social and political values change as they get older - people who get more conservative. The desire to accumulate comfort and wealth - that’s deadening.”

-Edward Albee

(from How To Live by Henry Alford)


efilymsisiht:

I think one could make an argument for war and it’s usefulness in giving life meaning in such circumstances where hardships cannot otherwise be found—-or where they are too abundant.


onebadapple:

One could? I don’t think I’d find it terribly valid.


efilymsisiht:

Well, if the desire to accumulate comfort and wealth is deadening, then the constant upheaval of war and the poverty it brings would be… livening?

It would be no less valid than that quote of Edward Albee’s. No, I don’t think that the desire to accumulate wealth and comfort is in itself deadening; life is deadening. The accumulation of wealth and comfort is a means to ensure the continuance of life. It is the harvesting of resources, the nesting; it is primal and essential. What else is there? Welfare? Pass that wealth around so you can feel like a better person? And then what: make everyone else do it, too? After all, you are making their lives ‘less deadening’. Kill all the lawyers, is that right?

I know what he meant when he said that, but I can’t help but feel that he has missed something essential: justice. Perhaps it is a bit classical of me, but it seems to me that to impose one’s will upon another is injustice.

My point in saying that one could make an argument for war was rhetorical, and meant to be invalid—-sort of (I don’t think invalid is the word—-there are many justifications for war, and economics is certainly one of them).

I’m done with following society’s bandwagon when it comes to shit like that. I really don’t care about utopia anymore. The people in this world are literally too dumb to go without war. War occupies them; war gives their life meaning. Not just war, but hardship, I mean. And they give meaning to the lives of thinkers, perhaps without them noticing it. They give them conflicts to negotiate, and problems to solve.

I fucking hate war, but I just don’t realistically see how calling it bad and slapping anyone who talks about it in the face is going to help stop it, nor do I see how stopping it would necessarily make things better. And perhaps those who isolate themselves as soon as they’re forty, do so for a reason. OH, the grand unification of the human race—-what is human? What right does anyone have to make people collectivize?



Soooooo, yeeeeeaaaaaaah. If anyone has even read this far. . . I was going to ask you what the fuck this bonehead is talking about, because I didn't even read it all the way through. I gave an eye-roll once and then fell asleep. People like this are sooooo annoying. Everything this kid posts is either like this or just more rambling shit about how great he is. Remember being 21? LOL.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Current Definition of "Shame Spiral"


I'm sure you know it. Here's just my latest definition of it:

"When on Facebook, seeing all the boys you hooked-up with in college in photos together, having fun with their beautiful YOUNG girlfriends in LA, while also leading successful acting/producing/film/music careers, which causes you to not only feel like a complete and total loser, but also a ginormous slut, therefore causing a sucking sound inside your chest, followed by an almost silent wail and the retreat to your bed for the rest of the day."

You have a definition?

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Things To See, People To Do. . .

What I've been doing lately besides thinking about hairless cats, how Robert Plant looked in the 1970s (i.e.: wicked fucking hot), and at what age I can/should stop dyeing my hair and just let it go gray.

1. Looking for an apartment: Single, available, must love cats.
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2. Comforting broken-up-with/almost-broken-up-with friends. I think they can do better (but that's not to leave this room).
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3. Contemplating the future. Should I find a different job? Do I want to get my Masters? I went back (to the back of my closet) & found my transcript from college & it's not pretty. I must have spent a lot of time drinking/smoking/fucking because I don't remember taking half of those classes. Which is blatantly evidenced by my grades.

4. Trying to be fully engaged in my own life instead of just letting things happen to me. It's working out pretty well so far. But check back in a couple of weeks. You might find me passed out in bed in the middle of the day with an empty pan of Rice Krispies Treats. Hmmmm. . . that sounds nice. . .

Saturday, May 23, 2009

I've "Fallen" For Tumblr.

Sorries, I LOVE puns.

But Tumblr's perfect/horrible for busy/lazy people like me. I had an idea for (even started writing) a longer post about 3 weeks ago or something. Have I finished it? No. Have I even gone back to work on my draft once? Er, not so much.

But if you click on the title of this post, you will be magically taken to my Tumblr page & if you have one, too, perhaps we can be lazy together for ever & ever. Or until something better comes along. But not Twitter - I'm not THAT interesting that I think everyone needs to be alerted to every gem that comes out of my mouth/ass.

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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Needed: One Kick In The Pants

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"Preservation of the feeling that one is set apart by special gifts depends often on failure to test those gifts, but the reluctance to test oneself generates guilt and disappointment. Unchallenged capacities fade away; it's harder and harder to believe in them. The world allows women not to use themselves, then denies their value because they fail to function fully."

- Patricia Meyer Spack from The Female Imagination

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"A person who does not make a choice makes a choice." - Jewish folk saying

"Most people go to their graves with their music still in them." - Oliver Wendell Holmes

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Happy Birthday Lover!

Today my lover, Stephen T. Colbert, is the big 45! I bet you didn't even know we were going out.

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Stephen Colbert Pictures, Images and Photos

Stephen Colbert Pictures, Images and Photos

Stephen COLBERT! Pictures, Images and Photos

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Tuesday's Child Is Full Of Grace

[I tried to post this yesterday but Blogger wasn't having it.]

Happy Birthday to me & Martha Wainwright


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Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole

"Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feel old & tired
Overfired

And I've been poked & stoked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea

No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
with the fucking phone
And the mother of gloom
In your bedroom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars
I've been watching in bars
Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

You bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody...

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are"

(actual song on playlist at bottom of page - Hooray!)


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