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I run a second hand record store in a facless suburb in melting-pot Sydney, and every single day I am literally gobsmacked by the moronity on display from the vast majority of my customers.
Example #314 - Literally 15 minutes ago, a man came in, ear-bud headphones looped over his ears but not in them, yet still blaring music, in some vain attempt to communicate with me.
He then asks,
'Hey man, how you doing? Uhh, I need a bit of help, what greatest hits do you have?'
'Greatest Hits of what or who?' I ask.
'I dunno, just some greatest hits, if you could just point them out..'
'Compilations are to your left mate.'
He turns to the left and looks over my quite well-stocked Compilations section, but I can hear his brain rattling with the effort it takes to comprehend such a concept, so he turns back to me,
'Can you just give us a bit of help man?'
I walk around the corner of the counter, hoping that I look like I'm scratching my beard rather than imitating blowing my brains through the top of my head with a finger-gun, and proceed to point out some titles.
'Coolest Rock Album Ever, Southern Rock's Greatest Hits, Spirit of the 60's box set...'
'Do you have like, any, uhh, greatest hits, of uhhh, Icehouse?'
Finally! Information!
I tell him I don't anyway and titter in my head as one of the voices prays he gets hit by a bus when he leaves, splattering his Icehouse loving, stupid brains all over the road.
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Ahhh social networking sites. Is there anything else that has changed us as a species in such a short period of time?
I'm on 3 of them, have been for years, but I never really took it upon myself to ingrain them into my very being.
Sure, I like to 'share' a little bit, here and there, sometimes too much, and social networking sites give you almost blissful anonimity, or at the very least, the fact that you aren't face to face with someone when you boast or claim or show off. No one is there to shoot you down.
At least not right off the bat.
I'll be truthful, I go on these sites, and keep going back to them, to see how my old 'friends' are doing. My new friends, the ones I actually SEE in real life and communicate with in REALITY, I don't really need to keep up with them on the SN sites. THey are only a phonecall away.
It's the people I went to school with, the people I hated while at school, the girls I had crushes on, the guys who I thought we're the cool ones gettin all the sex and hanging with the girls I had crushes on, THESE are the people I want to spy on. I want to see if they are happy. Or even better, I want to see if they are SAD.
I want to see if they have fucked thier lives up.
Where did this sick, voyeuristic-sadism come from?
We really are a fucked up species if we get off on the misfortune of others, and if you say you don't, well I hope you don't mind if I call you a LIAR. Because you are.
So we're fucked up, and the internet has given us a flood of information that makes us more fucked up. Info that let's us explore our desires, even if they are only on a screen.
Is this a good or a bad thing?
I think SN sites are just show-off showcases for humans. Look at my little neat flaming shit.
Look at my kids, aren't they cute?
Check out where I went for a HOLIDAY! Bet YOU'VE never been there! I'm so much more enlightened than you now!
I know so much more, I am so more CLUED in to the workings of the human soul than you!
What about you? What have you been doing?
Ohhh, working, is that all? Writing? Oh yeah, what cha been writing? Nah, never heard of it. Play guitar huh? What can you play? Nope, haven't heard of that band.
Is that a picture of you're kids? It looks like you're hand with a splatter of mayonaise in it.
Ohhh....you're still fucked in the head, just like you we're at school.
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I come from a long line of depressives. My mum showed me tendencies of the condition when I was young, and like any good sycophant I picked up the disease and took it with me into my own existence.
I have always had an element of sadness, pity, in my character. I always played the victim. This mild depression has been with me since I was 14 and the first sign of pubic hair.
But I have learned to differentiate mild depression and mega-depression.
Mega depression sets in when you finally see the negative tendencies of your character. Those pieces of you that usually work on a subconscious level.
You always suspected yourself of being a coward, an asshole to your friends and family, retarded in the ways of society, needlessly negative.
It’s when these things are truly displayed on the conscious level, out in the open for all to see, that Mega Depression begins.
You now are forced to come to terms with the negativity that has permeated throughout your life. Like a junky you are addicted to negativity, you may not revel in the fact that you always make things worse, but you always go for that ditch whenever a challenge appears on the road of life.
You are a coward. You have shied away from every challenge that life has given you. Your soul becomes darker as you deflect and distract yourself from the speaking universe. You become an out of synch entity in a reality where everything is provided for you.
And the negativity that comes from your wrongly interpreted choices and decisions becomes like junk. You get a fix wherever you can.
You back out of social obligations, retreat from your friends, sit in your room and smell the stinking life you have made for yourself. You never let anyone get too close, for fear they may come to know you, when you don’t even know yourself.
You tell yourself the lies of positivity; love, opportunity, acceptance, pride, purpose. But you are telling it to negativity, who, like any pusher will give you any reason in the world to stop thinking what you are thinking and get more junk into you!
And if you feel you haven’t worked towards the negativity in your soul, that it’s not your fault, well, how can you possibly believe that positivity will take root and flourish the same as the negative has WITH NO WORK from you at all?
A coward is someone who does nothing. A coward thinks everything will be ok while people die in the streets searching for food or freedom. Cowards keep their love for themselves, thinking it’s the only warmth they will find in this human machine.
A coward doesn’t think of their friends, their closest ties in the web of influence that is humanity. Cowards burn bridges and don’t even admit to the trail of smoke behind them.
Mega-Depression lets out the monster, and it’s up to you to tame it, or kill it. Killing off a part of your personality is very hard and not accepted readily by those that may have been affected by the monster. Even if you kill it, the ghost remains in the hearts of the betrayed, and they may resurrect it at a later time.
It is best to tame the monster.
Let it breath, but only shallow breaths. Never give it heaving lungfuls of what it wants. Accept it as part of you, and like every other part of you, it can be adapted, brought under control. Learned from without being led by.
What you plan to project on the world as a whole, projects onto your loved ones first.
If you want to see the world burn, humanity destroyed, be prepared to watch your own little world burn first, to watch your friendships destroyed.
If you want to be accepted and loved in a world of endless possibilities, well, you work out the grammar.
Or I could just get over myself.
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Hi, how are we today?
Having fun surfing the net? Or is it 'serfing' the net?
Are you enjoying yourself, wading brain-deep in the sea of information
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During the lead up towards the end of my 20's, I have noticed that one thing has been lacking from my life for the last few years; having a muse.
Having a muse is a beautiful thing, they fill you with the utmost joy as well as the utmost sadness. Thinking of them relieves stress, makes you feel warm inside and fuels your passions, good or bad.
Sounds the same as a 'crush' doesn't it, but having a muse is something different
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How exactly does one free themselves from the almost limitless barrage of distractions our current society throws our way?
Foul-mouthed celebrity chefs, the prime-time voyeurism that is Big Brother, negative news that just reinforces our learned helplessness, work, work, work, money, money, money, money, the idea of the promise of love, drugs, the self-help section of your local bookstore, all these things are set up to take your time and money while really, offering little in return apart from getting away from the fact that you just spent time and money persuing them.
Time you wont get back, money that will not be refunded, love that may be reciprocated etc
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Ahh Fancy Dress parties.
I have never been to a whole lot, and the ones I have been to, well they have been pretty relaxed about the whole thing.
However, I got invited to a fancy dress party a few weeks ago for an old school-friend's 30th
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Ok, new word for the day, and it is 'Cewebrity'.
No, it's not a 4 year old's pronounciation of the word 'celebrity', but rather a meeting of the words 'web' and 'celebrity', in that people now days can get famous on the 'web'.
This comes from a new report that a group of girls in America invited a friend of thiers to one of thier houses with the intent of beating her up, filming it and posting it on Youtube, hoping to increase thier popularity
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The world is speeding up.
It is hard to ignore this fact, but rather easy to not notice it.
Information exchange is becoming faster and faster, with computer processing speed doubling every couple of months, how long until computers can work as fast as the human brain
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Rambo 4 was released last week, so a bunch of friends and myself went to watch it on Tight-Arsed Tuesday night at my local multi-plex.
Rambo picks up as many years it has been since the over the top Rambo III.
John Rambo (Sylvester Stallone), is eeking out a living in Western Thailand gathering snakes for a village snake show, as well as ferrying people up and down the river in his ramshackle boat
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Comment by Emperor Norton
on Hit of Mega-Depression
Polishing The Brass
Either that or I could have just been pulling words out of a hat in order to try and describe intangible feelings.
That's the problem with words...
Thanks Dianna,
Emperor N