Friday, April 27, 2007

Face to Face (with people you'd rather forget)

I wish I had a diary so I could go home and write in it privately. It would go something like this:

Dear Diary,

Remember that guy I was telling you about? Well, I hate him. I know, I know, I should just let it go. I would be a happier person if I could let go of my rage. But I just can't. I'll think that it's over, that I've forgotten about him and then BAM! I run across something that brings it all back home.

Diary, sometimes I think the internet is a bad thing. I don't want to decrease distances...many times I want to increase them. But blogging and online communities, they're designed to put you face to face with people you'd rather forget.

So, you stumble over these people and you read their thoughts and their conversations and then, at last, you alight on what you were looking for. The vague reference to yourself. You knew you were going to find it. And when you do, you are just as angry as you thought you would be. And you want to punch that sonofabitch in the mouth.

Why are some people able...even after much time has get me all riled up? Why can't I calmly read their bullshit story and smile serenely to myself, knowing that they are full of shit. Furthermore, why can't I just let go. Actually not care that they were an asshole to me then and would be an asshole to me now if I let them.

At this point in my fictional diary entry I would probably ennumerate the dude's bad traits (e.g. fatness, baldness, dumbness) just to make myself feel better. Secret bullying.

Fuck. I hate that guy.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

A Hulk-style Rampage

After a long bout with Facebook, I'm back. Facebook tried it's best to eat my soul but I'm pretty sure I've escaped it's evil least for now (shhhh....don't tell Facebook I said this). But now, on to the post....

I have a degree in it so you think it's something I'm interested in. Lately it's mostly been making me sick to my stomach. I attended a workshop yesterday that really drove home for me just how fucking sneaky and manipulative marketing is. I can't stand it. I hate being sold to all the time. My life is filled with so much clutter and pressure to consume. Can't I have a single moment where nothing around me is trying to sell me something?

One of the most offensive things is that most people don't even realized just how much they're being sold. And even if you recognize an advertisment you don't get the full extent of how much that message is tailored to force you to listen. You may even have the gumption to think that you are smarter than these advertisers...well, you're not. Not by a long shot. They have got you by the balls...or dewflap for the ladies.

And don't even get me going about imbedded advetising. Product placement makes me want to go on a Hulk-style rampage.

ps. I'm still thinking about Facebook

Monday, April 09, 2007


Oh facebook, why must you be so tempting. Give me my life back!!!!