This actually exists. I just went to WebMD and saw it for myself.
Pretty sure I would already know if I had been affected by cannibals in Papua New Guinea. But then again, let’s continue on with the diagnosis:
Kuru is like Mad Cow Disease for humans, contracted when eating the brain of the dead person. So I guess maybe you could have not thought through the consequences of partaking in that little ritual on your package holiday.
Or, you know, if you think you’ve been a cannibal (or cannibalized for that matter), you may need to cut back on the cocaine.
Not sure how to feel about the killing of Anwar al-Awlaki.
I think that, assuming he is guilty of what he is accused of, I can’t argue with killing him.
But at the same time, we’re now assassinating our own U.S. citizens without a trial. That scares the hell out of me.
But he may have been really an evil son of a bitch.
May have been. Probably was. But still, no trial. Even in his absence.
Besides, I’ve been called evil by other Americans before, because I didn’t believe what they believe.
I hate using a Slippery Slope argument, but that’s the way my mind works when I read that we killed one of our own without a trial. Right after we killed another American who had the witnesses against him in a murder trial later say that they lied, and name someone else who had confessed.
Would you rather have a beer with Steinbeck, Orwell or Hemingway? Why?
Well, George is out right off the bat because he’ll just spend the entire time saying “I told you so.”
Ernie (you don’t mind me being informal, do you?) would probably not allow me to forget that no matter how many times you stab the shark, another one is waiting to take its place. And even when you do fight your way back to shore, all that you worked for is only the bones of what it once was. Impressive, maybe, but was it really worth the fight?
John isn’t much better; he would probably drone on and on about banks while I say “I know, I’m with you on that, but what about that rabbits? I just want you to tell me about the rabbits, John!”
But at least, with Steinbeck, a guy can dream. Even when things are going to hell, he’ll still let you think of what might be. So John, this imaginary beer is for you.
I don’t understand why this is not getting more attention. Media blackout, yes, but with Facebook “sharing” and Twitter and everything, why does everyone still think it’s some sort of hipster/hippie movement that will amount to nothing?
I was talking with my ex about this (don’t get me started) and apparently I’ve been mulling over this so much over the last couple of days that everything in our pseudo-conversation just came out in a stream-of-consciousness-style rambling. And so it shall stay:
- I’m excited about this. This could be a revolution if we let it become one. It doesn’t have to stay small and it doesn’t have to stay relegated to the indie hippy population or war veterans trying to relive their heyday.
- Remember the Savings and Loans scandal in the 80s? Neither do I. Fuck, I wasn’t even in the double-digits in age yet, but that’s what school and sarcastic professors and criminology classes are for, right? Banks have pulled financial bullshit moves before, people have grumbled, things have settled, and now things are cycling back.
- Where is the outrage? The things that we DO see, that we DO read about in the papers, the upcoming depression, executives paying themselves hefty bonuses at the expense of their dividend holder…we grumble about, we even throw up our hands in the universal WTF-is-going-on gesture, but we still don’t do anything.
- What are our options? Where are our leaders? Where are our resources? It’s NOT the bankers, it’s NOT the newspapers, it’s NOT the government—they have their interests, they have their “spin rooms,” they have lobbies.
- It’s normal for people to feel powerless. Our thoughts are scattered, and all we are aware of is this general “dislike” and “unrest” of things going on in the economy, the rich getting richer, the poor becoming a majority. We need REAL leaders right now. People who can offer real solutions and can organize our scattered thoughts and actions into something more unified and productive.
One of the most childish things I’ve ever thought is that most things in life can be reduced down to a simple black or white answer. Cut and dry, crystal clear, here it is, thanks and have a great fucking day.
Not really the case. I’m certainly no old man, but I’m getting to the point where I’m closer in age to a nursing home than I am to a nursery rhyme. Each year older is faster, more rushed, more responsibility. So many things constantly going on and there’s just never any way to channel the wandering mind that became its own overunity device. Constantly churning away by it’s own steam. Oh sure, join Twitter. Yay. Anonymously tweet all the things or jokes you wanted to say but would never say in a crowded room. Oops. Make real connections with people and start censoring yourself all over again.
That stupid phrase that you hear from every asshole trying to feign humility, “I’m old enough to know I don’t know everything” is actually a true statement. Only in my case, and age, I’ve realized that all the black and white answers I thought I was living in were actually a sea of muddy grey.
So many questions. Never any answers.
This post isn’t going to have any breakthrough. No resolution. Just ramblings. I guess that just proves whatever point is somewhere in the above text. When you reduce life down, you don’t get answers. Just more fucking questions.
When the world and I were young, just yesterday, Life was such a simple game, a child could play.
It was easy then to tell right from wrong, Easy then to tell weak from strong, When a man should stand and fight or just go along.
But today there is no day or night, Today there is no dark or light, Today there is no black or white, only shades of gray.
I remember when the answer seemed so clear, We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear.
It was easy then to tell truth from lies, Selling-out from compromise, Who to love and who to hate, the foolish from the wise.
But today there is no day or night, Today there is no dark or light, Today there is no black or white, only shades of gray.
It was easy then to know what was fair, When to keep and when to share, How much to protect your heart and how much to care.
But today there is no day or night, Today there is no dark or light, Today there is no black or white, only shades of gray, Only shades of gray.
Yes, I just punctuated 9to5’s post with the lyrics to a Monkees song.
Once, when I was on my lunch break at Disneyland, I talked about my lack of a love life (at this point, I’d never even had a girlfriend in my life). One girl at the table said that I just needed to man up and ask a girl out. “Like me, for example. You should ask me out.”
Now, I’m pretty dense when it comes to the ladies, but I took this as a hint that she may say yes.
So I asked her out. She said yes. Nerves kick in (after all, she’s the first person to say yes AND call it a date, as opposed to “we can hang out, but it’s definitely NOT a date, Kenny…I don’t like you like that” or “I don’t think so,” which had been the two responses I’d gotten before that in my life).
What now? Dinner and a movie is so played out, it seems…I wanted to do something different. So I asked if she’d like to go to Universal Studios for the day when we had a shared day off the next weekend. She loved the idea.
Since I had a little over a week to prepare, I went clothes shopping (I’ve never owned many “nice” clothes), got my hair cut…I wanted everything to be perfect (after all, I already sort-of knew the girl, since we worked in the same department…I didn’t know her all THAT well, but enough that I know I liked her company).
Finally the big day comes. I picked her up and we drove up to Universal. And the conversation all day at the park? About her boyfriend.
"Ex-boyfriend?" I asked, more than a little confused.
"No, current boyfriend."
As the day went on, I got more of the story…she and her boyfriend were happy, and talking seriously about getting engaged, but she had wanted to “up” my confidence.
It had the opposite effect on me.
I mean, why call it a date if it’s just hanging out? And why did I pay $40/pop to get us in to a theme park (especially when we could have hung out at Disneyland for free), if I was just filler until she hung out with her actual boyfriend that night? And why did she wait until we were at Universal to tell me?
And did she really expect it to “up” my confidence when she spent the whole day talking about another guy?
The lesson: Don’t go on pity dates. And if you do, do NOT spend the whole time talking about someone that you like way more. The person being pitied will probably end up more miserable than when he started.
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I just sent this off to KGW News in Portland. I will be sending similar messages to all of my local stations and the networks. If you can’t make it to Wall Street yourself, this is a way to “get off your butt” and do something. Let them know that we’re onto them, that we won’t stand for it, and that we will remember.
Don’t just sit idly by while corporations destroy America. Just like any other form of terrorism: See something? Say something.
You know, I hear there’s this massive protest happening in New York. Supposedly, it’s been going on for over a week. People want to take the United States back from the corporations who control it.
I just watched your 11:00 news, and looked through your U.S. news section online, and you don’t seem to be aware of it. It’s a pretty big story, maybe you should…oh, yeah. You ARE a big corporation. Why would you report on it when you have a vested interest in keeping it silent?
I am currently tweeting to my 1,600 twitter followers that you are among those ignoring the American people in favor of corporate greed, and encouraging them to do the same with their local affiliates.
A reminder: Freedom of the press is one thing. Stifling dissent, on the other hand, is unforgivable.
So, yesterday I was talking about a couple bad things that had happened, and the old saying that things happen in threes.
I don’t actually believe that…it could always be more or less. But #3 hit today anyway and it was a doozy.
Remember Dad from my earlier posts? For new followers, here’s the quick version: Dad left me completely out of his life from 6th grade until December of last year, just after my 36th birthday. I decided to let him back in when he asked, because he has cancer and I wanted to at least try to reconcile. Then we exchanged updated contact info, stayed in touch for a month or tow, then he stopped responding again…so he’s abandoned me twice. Now you’re more or less caught up.
So I don’t know how to feel finding out today that either today or last Sunday, he doubled over in pain at church. I don’t know if it was today or a week ago because apparently his current wife told my older sister, who told my younger sister, who told my mom, who told me, that it happened on Sunday and I don’t know which Sunday it means.
He’s super-ultra religious, and last I heard through the aforementioned grapevine he still believed that God was going to miracle him healthy. But in church, he doubled over, and was crying from the pain. He had to leave, and he would never think of walking out on God if he could have possibly handled it. In my mom’s words, “it [the cancer] just got real.”
Supposedly he wants all of his kids (as in my older sis and I, who are his, my little sis, who came along when he was married to my mom but isn’t his, the two daughters of his current wife who are from a previous marriage, and the God-knows-how-many foster kids that he raised with his current wife…who he had time for while ignoring me). Yet I have to hear about the invitation through so many layers of people that I don’t know when this stuff actually happened.
They have my phone number and email, but for some reason I’m really low on the grapevine for this information. So what do I do? He’s in CA, I’m here. Obviously I can’t afford to travel, but even if I could go, I don’t know that I’d want to bother just to keep up appearances. I mean, he’s abandoned me twice already.
And yet there’s a lot of him in me. I got my sense of humor from him. I got my looks from him (I try not to hold that against him…he can’t help the genetics).
But do I really want to reconnect yet again, just to be abandoned again, whether it’s his choice or “God’s?” I let him back in, and he vanished from my life again. I don’t know if I have it in me to let him in again when I’m not even on his or his wife’s contact list for shit like this.
So I just got through listening to my stepdad tell my mom that he doesn’t want to go to Disney World in December, and doesn’t think I should go either. “He needs to use that time to find a job. I bet he doesn’t want to go, either.”
Because no, Dick (that’s his name as well as how I feel about him right now), I haven’t been looking for 15 months. And no, I don’t feel useless enough without you spouting off your mouth about it.
And even though his normal “pep talks” hurt, they’ve at least been done under the guise of caring. Like maybe he didn’t know how hurtful the things he says are when he says “boy, you must get frustrated, you sure must feel bad,” etc.
This one doesn’t qualify. This was blatant. This was him just flat-out taking shots at me. Usually I let his little chats roll off because, what can I do? He puts up with me living here. This was different. I had to speak up. I told him that I was sick of him making me feel useless. My mom told him that he was out of line. He’s unapologetic.
And it reminded me of the times that Evil Stepdad #1 would get my little sis and I up early and tell us he was taking us to Disneyland, only to turn the van around after driving for a while because he changed his mind. My sister and I were talking about that a couple weeks ago when we took the dog to the vet…it was my younger nephew’s birthday and she had promised him Chuck E. Cheese and she said that, no matter what happened with the dog, either she or her husband were taking them because she didn’t want them to grow up with the same disappointment we did.
I went out for a while. It didn’t help. I think I came back more pissed than when I left. Part of me didn’t want to come back. But what else can I do? What choice do I have? I’ve got no money. I have no real life friends in the area.
I’ve tried. I really have. Places around me have probably gotten sick of me putting in application after application. They’ve probably gotten sick of me walking in to ask about work, only to be told that “it’s all done online” or “we aren’t hiring.” Even after my mom searched for work for over two years before giving up and calling herself retired, I don’t think he has any idea how hard it really is right now.
Anyway, I don’t have a fancy wrap-up for this, or some all-encompassing “tl;dr” summation. I just needed to vent.