So I was going to write a long, depressing, personal post about my late mother because Mother's Day was last Sunday here in the US. Then I took a nap and I'm feeling a bit more upbeat. I realized I have a backlog of cooking images.
Is it me, or have fundamentalist Christians dropped the ball on the new Thor movie? I mean, sure the comic has been around for decades, but only nerds read comics and they've all probably sold their souls to the devil through Dungeons and Dragons.
Jack Chick is a true American hero.
But with Thor you have a massive threat to THE CHILDREN.
So, we're all probably aquainted with the Internet. What's possibly the number one past-time of its denizens? Arguing. If it were face to face, it might look something like this:
Edit: wtf video appeared in my preview but not in actual post...sorry about that.
It's kind of funny how my mind works, I started to write a post about how people cannot argue/debate for shit, especially today. And then I started thinking about the quintessential Internet "showstopper," the word fag. Well, I decided that my ideas that came from that were more important to get down immediately. Random video displacement teaser editing nonsense.
So, I made the mistake of flipping on the news today. First I hear about Obama releasing his full birth certificate for public scrutiny. Well I'm finally glad we can stop talking about...oh wait I forgot we live in Insan0world. Now somehow this has made Donald Trump a bigger figure because he was the last person to shout about it on TV? It's all for his sake and we should take him seriously as a candidate? Are you shitting me, CNN? Are you dumb or evil? Or both?
Well, that's not what really made me rage. It was this little lady right here, Dalia Dippolito, and her insane defense in her trial for murder-for-hire.
Hi, I'm probably an actor...or maybe even a real person attempting to look thoughtful. But that doesn't matter, you see, I have an opinion. It's completely uninformed and this commercial portrays me as THE COMMON MAN, just like you. Yes I'm just like you, with opinions, opinions you should have, because I'm just like you. I have no apparent reason to have an informed opinion on the matter in this spot. I am not an economist, sociologist, doctor, scientist, lawyer, legal scholar, judge, officer of the peace, active duty military, or even a politician. I'm presenting myself as nothing but a 70 year old in a hat with the name of a U.S. Naval vessel on it, or maybe a company name with “...& son(s)” to show I'm a businessman AND family man. I have CHARACTER, which is all that matters. This whole ad is premised on you being a complete idiot and buying into me being just like you. In fact, it's highly insulting that someone would even make this spot. Can you imagine how contemptuous this whole thing is? I mean, I'm obviously reading from a script, and there is probably some tiny print in a corner that was flashed for a second that you-being old- can't see too well that says Dramatization. So remember, tell your Congressman, your congressman who was voted into office because I was the one who told you he's the kind of man I'd like to sit and have a beer with- because he's a common man just like me and the best decisions are made on a six pack of moderately priced domestic 12 oz canned beer. Something real traditional and American like Budweiser or Busch not of that Sam Adams crap, that brewery still has craft brewer status, you know what word is associated with craft? “Art.” Who likes art? Homosexuals. Are you a homosexual? Good, I didn't think so. And Sam Adams was a revolutionary and trouble maker. Who starts revolutions? Young people and hippies. Well anyway where was I? Oh yes, tell your congressman to vote yes (or no) on Bill _____ against your own personal interest. Because I'm an old guy in a hat with an opinion. An opinion you should have because I obviously represent the common man, and you're one too right? You don't want to be different, do you? Being different is what communists are. You remember them, don't you? They killed your friends. And 9/11 changed everything.
(This ad paid for by a special interest group who hopes you don't look into this matter on your own and formulate your own, informed opinion so they paid an old guy who's equally clueless to tell you what to think because they hope you just see an old white man from a Pepperidge Farm commercial talking about jobs, and money, and restoring America and not the board of directors of a conglomerate who stand to profit massively off of your mishandled tax dollars being appropriated for substandard construction projects, dangerous drilling sites, and environmental destruction. I mean, you know this bill will just make them more rich/eliminate economic barriers/remove their industry from oversight, so they have more money to spend creating tiny political action committees to donate even more dollars to the politicians so they'll approve more favorable measures for powerful special interests to continually enhance their wealth and political power in a never ending cyclical vortex orgy of dollar bills, cocaine, strippers, and truck-stop gay hookups, maybe even a few covered up illegitimate children/abortions, and murders. All of it devolving with ever increasing rapidity, fed by an insatiable lust by the public for ever more violent and nasty behavior by the people around them...spiraling down a drain hewn from the bones of sentient, loving creatures into the Disposal unit of damnation to be ground by the gears of mediocrity into a paste of hate, racism, violence, and willful ignorance into a dank, poisonous sewer from which there is no return. That's when it will Truly Begin)
Wow, allergies have completely killed me all week. My eyes are so red and itchy and sore I can barely see straight. So, in lieu of writing a post I wrote a blues song about My Little Pony. It's only a first version really, but it's probably as close to as finished as I can get with my set up. I didn't do the music, just the lyrics which I'm also singing (poorly).
I haven't had much time to do writing because I've been on a streak of creativity and I've been trying to make some music using Audacity. Slowly I feel like I'm learning the ins and outs of it. Nothing really accomplished yet that I'd want to share but at least it's keeping me occupied.
I'm also working on two A/V humor projects. I have no clue how to add audio to images to make a video though, so we'll have to see how that goes. Thankfully youtube has all kinds of helpful clips on how do do just about anything I want to do. Isn't technology great?
I do wonder if I'm doing too much and not focusing but, hey, I got tons of free time so why not? Any of you working on some neat projects?
Also I would like to thank everyone for their comments on my last post, many of you had some great insights and stories to share. I feel very grateful for your kind words.
How about some mood setting music again? It's going to be a sad one, maybe. I got inspired reading a few personally oriented threads by some of the people I follow. I had some stuff on my mind that I wanted to put out there so I thought "why not." I agonized trying to find a good song to get everyone on the same wavelength and I think I have it here with some Silent Hill. It was hard to find something without distracting/spoilerific videos.
Working on a DEEP post is taking its toll, I'm just not there yet. So you can now enjoy a little spurt of casual creativity.
I was reading the latest Penny Arcade-making fun of kindle, classic literature and Jersey Shore- and chatting with my friend and popped out this little gem off the top of my head. The more I stare at what I did in a few seconds, the more I want to devote an hour or so to polish and finish. Anyway here's a taste to whet your whistle:
From Brosef Derpspeare's upcoming tragedy S'itch, Act III, Scene 1
To gym or tan, that is the question
Whether 'tis more alpha in the mind to suffer
The Swings and slurs of drunk grenades
Or to take abs against a pack of bitches,
And by impressing, fuck them? To hump, to bone
To fuck, perchance to burn, aye but there's the rub
The cream for my rash...the undiscover'd urinary tract
From whose bladder, no pee returns
Thus herepes doth make cowards of us all
And thus the orange hue of Situation
Is sicklied o'er with a pale film of Rid(TM)
Soften now, the slattern Snooki! Gorgon, in thy shrieks
My friends, my colleagues...my fellow human beings. This...this terrible evening I have participated in a crime. Not a simple crime against the laws of pitiable, mortal, men-whose company I thought I no longer needed, for I possessed the ambition to exceed this weak and fallible form...no. No, my friends, I perpetrated a crime against Nature herself.
Oh to know what goes on in my brain. Hell I wish I knew... I have WAY too much going on up there that it's hard to keep track. I'm writing a few things up there at the moment and I need more time to flesh out some ideas. I tend to write kind of stream of consciousness so I can be pretty damn long winded.
Anyway, it was cold and rainy today and I was feeling pretty sad so I decided to cook something. And what better "a something" than soups/stews for a cold day? A short time ago I got pissed at cooking threads on /fit/ (yeah, I browse /fit/ and lift...) which contain some of the most awful, bland, poorly conceived recipes. So I decided I'd make something to contribute. Some 'OC' if you will. I even calculated approximate nutrition for those guys. Behold, a New Mexico classic: Green Chile Stew...with a twist. Click for full image and save it, and try it, and love it.
Now the instructions in the image are pretty generic but I'll go in depth now.
Now that we're on the same page emotionally...I'm scared. Scared of all of this crap. I've got a bunch of varied ideas for projects to create, as I mentioned, but I worry about them coming back to haunt me. In the age of the Internet what gets posted lasts forever pretty much. Most people feel a sense of liberation from the sense of pseudo-anonymity on Ye Oldde Tubes, but it's a false sense of security. If someone wants to find out who you are and find out where you live and any of your personal info, well it's not going to be hard if they have the skills.
It really worries me, I want to be able to speak my mind or be adventurous with comedy and maybe push the limits here and there. I've been on stage doing improv before and have slipped into the "just act/speak" mode where there is almost no filter holding me back and have thankfully managed to not get myself in trouble. I'm a big fan of blasphemy. I think that sacred cows are meant to be slaughtered-on occasion. Some of my personal heroes are people like Richard Dawkins, Matt and Trey from South Park, magicians Penn & Teller, PZ Meyers, and George Carlin. All people who aren't afraid to say things that bring some color to the face. I like to think of myself as a scientist, in the same way I think of myself as a philosopher. Everyone on Earth is both those things to some extent, just how much they decide to examine the physical and metaphysical nature of the Universe varies.
Of course freedom isn't free
...but I don't want to be the next Salman Rushdie or Giordanno Bruno. Then again I doubt any of the (if I'm lucky) 20 or so people who visit this site a week care enough to come after me for my dumb jokes and poorly thought out essays. However, my identity is forever linked to these words and they could come back to haunt me. I don't think I'd ever run for public office so I'm not worried about that but any kind of comment that in the future might not be so polite could be a potential disaster for me. Or what if my efforts pay off in the future and my "media empire" starts to get popular, more people start reading and BAM! I become the target of some internet vigilante campaign?
Derp, you dun goofed.
Now, I freely admit that I often go to a worst case scenario. In fact, if I were to name my strongest skill I would say it's the ability to instantly find flaws in any idea, plan, experimental design, or person- especially if said flaw/catastrophe is beyond the laws of probability in our ordered, natural universe. Give me a topic and a few minutes and I'll give you a horrific and complicated breakdown of how it will explode and destroy all life on Earth.
But of course, all life is risky. You could die any time and you need to not live in fear or you'll never really live at all. Trying to stay true to that every day is pretty damn hard but I'm trying.
Damn I've been gone long. Well, I have a new plan to create an actual media empire. I've been fighting through this depression and getting kicked in the teeth by life for enough that I've built up a dammed lake of thoughts and musings that can be expressed in multiple formats.
I´m looking to branch out into some art, maybe a comic, definitely a podcast, and of course the blog. Even if no one reads or listens or views, I'll still be feeling the joy of creating which is what I love. Hopefully I can find something interesting in my back log to post tomorrow and then I need to work on getting people back to viewing this page which is never easy. Then again, nothing in (my) life ever is.
