You're not wrong.

When you think you might be wrong, but then someone proves you so indelibly right. You're not wrong.

The only reason that I even make a point to mention this is that I've just been proven so undeniably wrong that it practically just kills me. But with all things, if you're right, and if you're right without question than just live your life knowing it no matter the cost.

Because, it is what is meant to be. It's what is practical. Just accept it, and go on. Because, it's only going to be your issue.

No one else is going to give a shit about it.

So in the end, you'll only hurt yourself unless you just make yourself happy.

How are you doing?

There's nothing more fulfilling than being asked this question repeatedly during a day. The worst part of it is, no one really is interested in hearing the answer, and we're all bound to the conventions of knowing that no one is really interested in telling the asker how the asked is 'really' doing.

So why do it? It's empty. It doesnt' mean anything. Let's just all agree, that we are all doing shitty, and stop asking each other empty questions that we're really not concerned with knowing.

It will be much more efficient.

iSimplify

 I sometimes think that we are rapidly reaching the limits of our ability to consume the technologies we have produced.
(See Peter Principal )
I have been finding lately that I am on an information overload. Especially, by the end of the day, when I've either consumed a bajillioin bytes of information through my brain.Maybe, it's age beginning to catch up with my brain. It's more than likely, fatigue setting in.

Despite that, society has enabled this, technology overload and has even responded with the stop gap measures until society as a whole will respond, economically, politically, and intellectually. Perhaps, the best response to the gap in technical know-how and user confidence, is by creating a Corporate Help Desk America.

We're all certainly familiar with the help desk, technical support lines, inter-office tech support, and generally the whole 'geek' culture. But, the culture, beyond being supremely annoying. Has, in itself handicapped humanity to the point of invalidity. When, you must enlist a team of individuals to answer a call for help where the answer is to turn off a printer, wait 15 seconds, and turn it back on so that a meaningless report can be produced. There is a problem.

Walden seems a long way away from where we are today, in this age and time. The Earth is fit to pop with humankind covering all of the nooks and crannies of the planet. Almost weekly, we're finding new species on the globe which we've never seen. The reach of man, the breadth of mankind has spread to cover the globe in even the most imaginably remote locations.

Our knowledge as a race has increased exponentially, the technology we have now, would seem magical 50 years ago. A mere 100 years ago, we were an agrairian society. The food systems currently in place today, would be unheard of.

In your neigborhood, at  your grocers, you could go down and get a freshly ground up piece of beef from 1 cow which you could then take home and prepare in whichever fashion you preferred. However, today you can't go to your local grocer and get a fresh piece of meat from 1 animal. Instead, you get a piece of meat that is frozen in another part of the country and sent to your local grocery store. Sure, there are some lucky enough to have a good source of fresh meat!

 The Butchershop is a good example of how drastically things have changed and how completely out of touch we are with our very basic needs for sustenance. To live along with the land, to live off the land you gain an intimate knowledge of where your food is coming from. Whether you are growing it, or killing it, you are well aware that it is fresh and untainted by the hands of man. As recently as 50 years ago, you could go to a local butcher and get a fresh piece of meat to take home and cook up. Last week, when I bought "fresh" meat It was frozen. 

Plus, the fish I bought was from India. A fact which I didn't immediately notice at the grocer's.

Along with technology's development and creating the systems to get the worlds food out to the masses, we're running aground on the shore of this uncharted island.

The incompentence of mankind. We're getting to the threshold of society where the inability of the animal Man is being challenged to process, create, use, digest, consume, and reprocess more of his world, his resources, and his mentality every day.
Our society has gotten complex, evolving on a momenty by moment basis, and covered from every angle by a commentator with a very important sounding name.

I can't speak for anyone else.

But, it seems that it's time to simplify things.

Span

My Shortened attentio

Overly Positive People

I'm not down with OPP.

I'm not the most negative person, sure I can be pretty cynical at times, but the customer service field seems to be inundated with OPP. Most of their 'positivity' comes across as dripping little acidic knives of falsity. It drives me crazy.

When I hear someone going to great lengths to sound positive, so much so that it sounds forced and fake, it makes me want to jam a fork in my head.

So, sure, be positive. But, foremost, be real about it.

Do you want to give us a call back?

No, I want you to resolve my issue right this moment. I don't have time to be calling you back, playing grab-ass with you over the phone. If you can fix this, then get me someone on this phone, right this instant that I can speak with that can drop everything that they are doing, put aside all of their personal baggage, and kiss my ass to solve my problem.

Pacific Shrimp Tacos

I find it very hard to believe that Taco Bell is going to be selling shrimp tacos. This can't possibly end well. I'm probably not going to be one of the hordes of shrimp-starved citizens eating shrimp from Taco Bell.

I guess that the mere possibility that anyone can develop an allergic reaction to shellfish is just not enough of a risk to prevent them from attempting to sell this in their outlets. But onward, and upward.

Agony of modern living

The greatest struggle that most any of us face daily is to keep our self-importance in check. I tend to believe that we live in an era where we are all about the Self. I think that this has blossomed to a point where there's no room left in our perceptions of anyone around us. This is measurable in how many people you can count daily chit-chatting away on their cell phones in one of the most communal of places, the highway.
Those people drive me crazy. The not paying attention, the slow and inattentive driving, and the total lack of respect for anyone else on the road.
I wonder sometimes, are these the same people though, who are in the bakery, standing in front of me, speaking very loudly to someone about matters most discreet? Likely.
Yes, this is definitely an age of wonder. Mostly, I wonder how a lot of people are able to wake up in the morning and put their shoes on. Those same people; how to they get through the day and manage to not get hit by a bus.
We have managed to make a life of convenience for everyone that wants it. Gadgets to find your car when you park it 50 feet away from getting your diapers for Little Timmy; alarms to tell you when to flatulate, and whole centers devoted to answering your ignorant questions at the press of a few buttons.

Dire times ahead when self-reliance is needed.

They May be hungry but..their spirits are full

 I doubt that any of us are hungry enough to have snail mucus. Sometimes, in this life, we think, okay that's the craziest thing I've hear, and then something else comes along.

True believers, yes. It is the apocalypse.

Hard to believe, and I'm certain even harder to swallow. But, there is a very old African religion which holds fast to the curative properties of snail mucus. Particularly, a snail that is known to carry the 'rat lungworm' parasite. This is a particularly nasty little parasite, which can kill you if it's left to run rampant throughout your mammalian bodies.

Yet, in the name of religion and to cure yourself, here, drink the juice from this giant snail.

But really, is this any different from any of the ritualistic dimension of other religions?

Yes, as a matter of fact,

Everyone is hungry

New ideas are needed! Apply to your local film bureau to get your newest idea in production! If you don't, you're going to be responsible for a massive spate of remakes, and will have to endure years of rehashing!

Day 101: Food is getting more and more scarce

Things have definitely gotten crazy. The food system is  collapsing; We're lucky that some of the franchise restaurants are still operating, you have to love the global economy and some of it's foresight to make it possible to preserve an all beef patty, made up of the meat from a thousand of it's same kind. We were set for another month, and then we might not see a cheeseburger for who knows when.

There's still a ton of food available, but how long it's going to last I don't know.

 

Day 100 in the upside-down.

It's 100 days since this asteroid hit. HOLY Shit i WISH I was anywhere but in this. I'm amazed that the internet is even working, that this place is still even here. But, now the hours are all wrong, days and nights. I haven't been sleeping worth a shit. I'll try to post again, if the batteries still work in this thing. The wireless is all that is working.

Work

I have to say, my work. I'm no longer a fan of it.

I quit!

I've been tobacco-free for forty days now. No dipping, spitless tobacco, snuff, Snus, chew, chaw, or whatever else the hell you want to call it. I didn't use any sort of medication. I didn't take "That Pill" or the 'patches', nor did I chew 'The Gum." I actually have utilized a lot of willpower this time. Not to mention, "The Flu."

I caught that 'bug' that was going around before Thanksgiving 2009. It was a tough one to kick, down in my lungs, and pretty hard to breathe without coughing. And, as I lay there, on my death bed, I started thinking to myself how I'm probably responsible for part of the difficulty I was having in kicking the cold. So thus, that little glimmer of "I should quit smoking" arose in me. The night after Thanksgiving, I smoked the last cigarette that I had in the house, and haven't smoked another since.

With this tobacco thing currently kicked, for over a month now! I've started working on this other idea for me to quit, fast food cheeseburgers.

Yeah, I said that..."I want to quit fast food cheeseburgers." I didn't say, I'm quitting cheeseburgers. What I mean is this, I don't know where that meat came from in that delicious cheeseburger, or for that matter...how many cows are in that piece of meat!

I suppose to clarify, I watched a pretty amazing documentary the other day, "Food Inc." that re-introduces the viewer to the mass-production mechanization that is our modern food marvel. So, one realization I walked away from the film with was that in most every cheeseburger you get from any fast food restaurant will have fragments of beef from at least 1,000 different cattle.

Maybe it's just me, but I'd like to devour only one animal at a time.

I think there are surely more things left to quit.

The Smirker

Wherever there is obfuscation, confoundment, or confuzzalation, the Smirker will be there to add to the confusion.

Firefox fix for right click

I had this problem in the last several days when I did an update of CCcleaner. Somehow, the Yahoo Toolbar for firefox got installed, and I could no longer use the context menus in Firefox.

If you simply go in and uninstall the Yahoo Toolbar from the add-ons in Firefox, this will go away.

At least it did for me!