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Saturday, August 21, 2004

Transitional Generation

I remember when I didn't have to change out the hardware of a focking toilet after a year of use. When did that happen? Also a DVD player that cost 500 should last longer that it's price in hours. Am I the only one or am I just on a "remember when" kick like I used to hear when I was a young pup. You remember the folks giving you the walk to school in snow talk right? WTF is happening to quality in this society. People just don't care or so it would seem. I pay a guy 40 to take care of my lawn and he just mows it. In discussion before I hired the SOB I get the "Oh shit I'll get that flowerbed and plant those last couple plants" which gets forgotten once he's hired. ASSHOLE! So what I'm my parents OK so focking what. However, I believe it may go deeper and I'll explain.

Let's call us the Transitional Generation. We are the people who will tell our children that once upon a fock you could buy toilet hardware that would last. Our children will laugh as they throw the weekly upgrade kit in the shopping cart. With a comment like "no way that happened." So we have a Generation that has no idea that it's not ok. I think it's happened through time at a very gradual pace so as not to confuse the next Generation, but just enough to anger the current generation. Which in return cause the next Generation to accept it even quicker...Using the fuck you mom and dad psychology to root it deeply in the brain. Oh well says the next Generation give me my disposable I-POD and shut up DAD. Little fockers....

Anyway, here is my business model....Make shit that works the way it should and use to. Use a little metal where appropriate, I'm sure the struggling steel industry would appreciate that, and guess what you have a loyal consumer base that doesn't feel like they are getting screwed. Why is it a privilege of the privileged to get the best products at a higher that normal price tag...Because they can take you to court maybe? Oh these mom and pops will have to wait until they can form some class suit and end up giving all they refunds to some SOB lawyer. And what of us the American half ass corporate giants...We say we are sorry, pay the bill, buy some more plastic Hong Kong crap, and post another in your ASS profit!

Friday, August 13, 2004

One...Two Here We Go!

It seems that the easiest way to do something is just to...Well...Do it. For me the act of writing down my thoughts was a tremendious help. More to come I promise!! I fall in the doldrums of procrastination so this is good for me to vent on a daily...I mean weekly...Schedule. Thanks USA USA>>>Go for Olympic GOLD

I see myself better now as this sort of guy that spends all his effort on a forward path. Driving my existence for the betterment of my family and community...Hum. Really I swear I am on a newer path my friends. I see now that my concern for thing ordinary is of no use to me at this stage. The TV is no longer my cage. This house may still be but I got's to work. I have a new shiny idea every couple of seconds...I need to write them down I guess? I am going around and around a little here but the point being: I am a relaxed person lately. It's a tough path. Rewarding nonetheless. I breath more than I used to. I think before I speak. Really.

This much I promise I will keep the fire alive and breath new life into myself. I actually notice the places in-between the places again. Morning is not so bad. Night is a timebomb still but I use the sleep to construct a better me...I fade of with visions of how I want my life. Forward I say...Forward. Lets make this thing happen. I can't not do it!

yo

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Not much to say...For a man that says a lot

My boys are getting some serious flavors going lately:

Marc.Marc release EP # ?

Jason releases Album #2

Both great on the ears but in dramatically different ways...ah the circle of life!

Other than that I am just trying to help out and take it to the next level!

out

Sunday, August 08, 2004

Therapy

This is my therapy America. When no one else will listen...You will. When no one else will allow me growth...You do. Thanks America. Thanks to all you hard working Americana type prairie folk who wake each morning and know that life is just the way you like it while your picking your wheat from the earth. Her bosom is vast and unrelenting. Her boobies are big so enjoy them as they send thanks to all.

So I just thought I would go a little overboard with the latest post because I am at odds with key figures in my life still. If it weren't for the $$ I would be able to do whatever I wanted. I could spend all day doing nothing and planning a future I really always sort of fell in to. What's that you say? You doing that know you say. Shout the FOCK up. What do you know America~

peas out

Thursday, August 05, 2004

See Spot Watch TV

So today I started my journey toward less TV intake and I have to say it has been a wondrous thing. I admit that I am among the hundred of Americas that watch way to much TV. I have a feeling that the munchies have taken me long ago my friends. It's nice actually having things to do that don't involve the 24 hour insatiable monster that is my television. For one I spend a lot more time on my Blog;-p It's a start right and it doesn't involve my orienting response or so says my Scientific American. Now dig this at one time we had to hunt for our food and we ourselves were in return hunted. So we developed this crazy thing called the orienting response to defend ourselves and haul ass when Saber-Tooths got hunger...that shit is Science my friends. Ok the cool part is that the people that bring you your friendly broadcast television shows know this information as well and like to use it to keep you glued to your TV...they also use a lot of memetics , thats another day.

Now the only thing that science is missing is that we have free will to turn off the TV. It's just really a pain in the ass, and I think I actually miss that ole SOB. Anyway, I quit watching during the week and only watch on weekends...but I hope to leave it all behind very soon.

I also setup my automatic billpay today through my bank and I must say I love it. The money goes the day I tell them and I can schedule it weeks in advance and can cancel a payment the week it's due. This in addition to my automatic deposit and saving transfer each month...I'm an automatic guy. Does it make me nervous you ask well hell no...Ok just a bit but I embrace the unknown. Plus we all know that when the machines get out of line John Conner is going to kick the shit out of them for sassing the human experience. Werd.

As a side note to the previous bit I read the following the same night I set up my billpay and it made me wonder what kind of crazy mind gorilla the universe is trying to put on me now. I mean I agree with the article there are way to many useless devices being cranked out by brilliant people, but hey I'm not giving back the toaster/microwave combo or the .3 inch TV in my Fridge. And Conner if you come for them I gots a little justice for you sir!

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Zoe learns hot

So last night my 2.678 year old learned that her hand and a white-hot heating element are no match for each other...the element won round 1. As for round two if there is to be one I assume the element will win again, yet I commend her for trying. Not sure what possesses a young child to touch a stove. I ,ass me and you, that it's the same thing that possesses grown men to drink until life is a fog. Whatever the reason I relate it to something I like to call forceful cognition. When was the last time you had to learn something the hard way. For me it was trying on the no-bark collar I bought for my dog and proceeded to "BARK"....that shit hurt and I'll never attempt such a thing again...ahhh yeah ok you got me I probably will.

So back to forceful cognition. If we had a traumatic experience tied to everything we really needed to learn quickly in our lives would we learn it without all the bullshit. Well I tend to believe we would. Next time a deadbeat dad fails to pay for the children he helped create, shock the shit out of him and kick his ass. POW no more late child support. In my opinion the reward of seeing his children growing up with clean underwear isn't enough to string a reliable chain of common sense into his head. It's funny how for the great majority reward is not a means to ambition or drive. We are driven out of fear of reprisal. Do we stay out of jail because it's better not to steal or because it's better not to be ass raped...well I think we all know the answer to that one!

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

And so it begins in napYtime

It's interesting to me how important we as individuals think we are and how we chose our path in life based on the events that happen around us…our dads a banker we're a banker. I think it's an important thing to note that ideas on the world change as the world around us changes and sometimes choose our own path. We the guided children of TV and daycares are the products of a less forceful education. The world we have become accustomed to is easy and predictable and we try and kid ourselves with a little twist here and a tattoo there, but we are staged from an earlier predisposition toward whatever.

I say all this because I am at odds with people in my life about the path on which I'm on and how “now” to best find my calling. I mean the calling I am most aligned to pursue, or more simply my destiny. It's a hard thing to figure out so any advice would be greatly appreciated and taken under strong advisement. I am a people person with strong comic ability and a retractable nose of lies and deceit, I talk way too much, I hate Bush, and I seem to resemble my elders daily.

On a non-heavy note, I think that we all have a purpose and that it can elude us for quite sometime. Just find your purpose, unlike me to date. Be happy and enjoy the people you have around you, the people that have remained in your life for more that a week. If you don't have these sorts of people in your life for god sakes go out and get them. Lastly, I am a stream of consciousness kind of person so if you need a translation I will try, I’m no great grammar god, I tend to ramble, but if you read my about sound bite you will see that this is really what this blog is after…still waiting on the life advice though :)