Today while reading through the news I became interested in two opposing stories which I believe capture the current state of the American economy. First is the report on the Dow closing at a 17 month high. Impressive and supposedly an indicator that wealth is being generated among Americans thus a big thumbs up for the United States form of capitalism. This contrasts with the second story which details the death of that perennial noble lie, The American Dream.
At times it feels as though we are entering, or are in the midst of, a period of social and economic decline, but looking around I get the sense that nobody really cares. This must be the desperate psychic territory of "The Crank" (also known as that most common of political animals, The Conspiracy Theorist). Happy day, I just realized I'm a crazy person. OTN.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Feburary Is Unconcerned.
So, while my computer does some math I thought it was a good time to restart this crappy blog.
I've started and stopped this word-toilet, probably two or three times now, and I'm still not sure why I continue to hack at this poor, dismembered, ill considered, dead horse of a blog.
Yesterday two of my co-workers came up with a movie concept and decided to pick everyone's brains for story ideas. I liked where they were going with it so I dropped a few things past them. For the most part they seemed receptive and that was that. Making a movie seems like a good idea.
...uh, I just re-read what I wrote and I've concluded that I sound like a retard. I suppose that's just something I'm going to have to live with. I type...and think like a retard, which I believe is the definition of being a full fledged handicapped person. Hurray, what a breakthrough.
My blog has not direction. This feels like I'm talking to myself but less fulfilling cause I have to slowly type out all of my words and re-type to correct errors. The worst part is that now it's plainly obvious to anyone that reads this that I have only the vaguest sense of grammar and much worse handle on the English language. Oh, and this is fun. I love the little red line that the blog program includes when you fuck up a word. The only problem is that, say for the word "english", I have to sit and ponder the nature of my mistake. "Hmmm, what's wrong with this word?" I type out variations of the offending word regardless of how confident I am that that permutaion is wrong. I do this all in the vain hope that the line will disappear but that stupid line remains. Inevitably this cat-and-mouse game begins to bore me so I opt for the Deus Ex Machina of dictionary.com. The mystery reveals it self as: English, with a capital "E". Yeah, that's efficient.
Being a newly diagnosed retard I'm confident that I'll fail to learn this lesson which dooms me to a future of frustrating troubles with English.
Tonight I have the choice of hanging out with Ad-X, Haily and Haily's step-sister or spend a quiet evening with the Cavelluci's. I have two more hours to decide. Well, I know what my next post will be.
I've started and stopped this word-toilet, probably two or three times now, and I'm still not sure why I continue to hack at this poor, dismembered, ill considered, dead horse of a blog.
Yesterday two of my co-workers came up with a movie concept and decided to pick everyone's brains for story ideas. I liked where they were going with it so I dropped a few things past them. For the most part they seemed receptive and that was that. Making a movie seems like a good idea.
...uh, I just re-read what I wrote and I've concluded that I sound like a retard. I suppose that's just something I'm going to have to live with. I type...and think like a retard, which I believe is the definition of being a full fledged handicapped person. Hurray, what a breakthrough.
My blog has not direction. This feels like I'm talking to myself but less fulfilling cause I have to slowly type out all of my words and re-type to correct errors. The worst part is that now it's plainly obvious to anyone that reads this that I have only the vaguest sense of grammar and much worse handle on the English language. Oh, and this is fun. I love the little red line that the blog program includes when you fuck up a word. The only problem is that, say for the word "english", I have to sit and ponder the nature of my mistake. "Hmmm, what's wrong with this word?" I type out variations of the offending word regardless of how confident I am that that permutaion is wrong. I do this all in the vain hope that the line will disappear but that stupid line remains. Inevitably this cat-and-mouse game begins to bore me so I opt for the Deus Ex Machina of dictionary.com. The mystery reveals it self as: English, with a capital "E". Yeah, that's efficient.
Being a newly diagnosed retard I'm confident that I'll fail to learn this lesson which dooms me to a future of frustrating troubles with English.
Tonight I have the choice of hanging out with Ad-X, Haily and Haily's step-sister or spend a quiet evening with the Cavelluci's. I have two more hours to decide. Well, I know what my next post will be.
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