Sunday, October 30, 2005
After getting out, I noticed that despite thirty years having passed, everything was the same. Science still hasn't come up with fast exciting space-travel, or a cure for the common cold, or a way of getting drugs to Africa, politics still exists and there are still too many blondes in America. I am not sure whether I have been through a time-warp or whether the thirty years I just spent waiting to be electrocuted were really only a few days that seemed like thirty years. I would have blogged more, but honestly it was really, really boring in there. If I had known they don't even give you beer, I never would have bothered.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
good news and bad news
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
death row blogging
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
So putting all that together, should I have a new mission statement called "Whatever occurs to me from death row about celebrity splooodle fashion plus themed anecdotes from my childhood?"
The celebrity outfits is a really bad idea though, I don't know why people are interested in that, they all look the same anyway. I saw this blog where the woman says things like, "This skirt looks like an ocean liner, and this jacket is reminiscent of a bag of oranges" and it was not funny, it did not even make any sense at all, the outfits clearly did not resemble the things she was making up. There is no accounting for popular taste, which is another reason why I am a misanthrope.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
brainstorming in a teacup
My mother used to sing the praises of pessimism, she always used to say to me, "Annie, the best way to approach life is to expect constant disasters, because then if there is a disaster you will not suffer added shock, and if something good happens then it will be a treat!" Here as in so many other things my mother was completely wrong, which is no doubt why she ended up in the secure asylum in the end, although they are nice to her there and give out extra bananas on a Wednesday. Anyway, I am not saying that if I carry on this blog I will end up like my mother, for one thing I only drink to an average degree and for another I can cook, but all in all what I am doing is thinking of changing blogs to a different subject.
Here are some choices. Tell me what you think.
1. A blog about my life in Columbia travelling about the place to Communist festivals and on drug criminal cocaine raids with the local police force (this would be difficult as it would involve emigrating and learning Columbian).
2. A blog where I list everything on the internet that day, all the events of the world, everything bloggers think about them and instigate campaigns against government wastage (this would just be difficult. Incredibly difficult.)
3. A blog where I choose a political position and insult everyone who doesn't agree with it. (But imagine what kind of people you would meet putting comments on a blog like that!! Not good.)
4. A blog where I tell everyone all about the latest developments in internet technology, nanopods, cellpodcasting, podsearches, etc etc (the obvious disadvantage is obviously that I have no idea about any of those.)
5. A blog where I write about some disastrous aspect of my personal life in grievous embarrassing detail. To do this I would have to probably catch cancer or try to have infertility treatment or kill somebody, but a death-row blog would probably interest many readers.
As none of these ideas are especially brilliant I shall continue to think about it and let you know what is going on, as far as blogging is concerned I mean.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
However, I do not have a problem with anybody else playing computer games. If they want to spend their life wiggling sticks that is up to them, and you cannot argue that they are not learning anything because to someone like me who basically can't do it, it is obvious they have highly developed skills of coordinating little sticks incredibly fast, even if those skills happen to be useless. Perhaps they will become useful one day, or already are, who knows.
So this is what I hate, people who go around saying that computer games are bad for people. This is total rubbish. What is bad for people is nosey idiots poking their boots into other people's business and bossing them around when they have no psychic skills at all and cannot possibly tell whether the angry computer game player is having their brain destroyed by some kind of 1960s psychedelic spy show type of computer-game-subliminal-communist-ray-gun-emitter, or whether in fact they are merely sick to death with being told they are doing something bad when it is perfectly harmless and happens to be their favourite hobby. And as you cannot tell for sure, you have to go for the most likely, and it is not the first one as even idiots can tell if they try. But these people do not try, they just like having excuses for why it is that everyone around them gets angry and violent whenever they come near which avoid the obvious common denominator. Although they also get their personal satisfaction from stopping other people having any fun, because they are so bitterly miserable. They would be better off becoming alcoholics, if all the bitter people just drank themselves silly and went around falling over they would cause less harm, which proves that evolution is basically stupid. I will come back to evolutiuon later.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
could the current diagnostic trend lead to government-sanctioned crack cocaine treatments next? I am just wondering
Now I do think there is a difference between being bored and attention disorder deficit, because you can't have everyone going around claiming to be DDA when it is just that they are lazy and have made no effort to find anything to do, which is unfair on the people who go around seeking out interesting new activities all the time and just find that none of them last long enough. Obviously by the time you are grown up there is not much excuse for the second one either, except maybe if you live in Estonia or somewhere, I would think it must be terrible to be an easily bored person there, although of course the thing to do would be put a lot of effort into working out how to escape. (Actually I have never been to Estonia, I am just guessing that it is most likely dull. Maybe Finland is a better example, I am fairly sure they only have the one city, and one city is definitely going to get dull quite fast.)
So anyway, the main thing I am complaining about today is fake DDA people, who watch TV, walk really slowly, eat a lot of mashed potatoes and then get bored and like to moan about it boringly, because those people are not really bored they just can't be bothered to do anything and they actually enjoy saying they are bored all day and find it sufficiently interesting as an activity in itself. To be a truly easily bored person with specialist psycho initials, you must actually be trying very hard to occupy yourself and failing despite the enormous effort. DDA is what they used to call craziness, or being nuts, laziness is what they used to call lazy and it still is. And the other thing I am complaining about is myself, because I said there is no excuse once you are grown up, but I think that was a little harsh on me as perhaps I was the victim of a traumatic lifetime which has left me without the amazingly fascinating career that would stop me being bored, who can tell?
There is a lot of craziness about anyway, and some of the crazy people are bored, and hopefully they will get it together and find some better activities without having to become crack addicts first.