1. Bwahahahaha...I fucking love Dateline's "To Catch a Predator" series. It's hilarious. All those smarmy child-rapers swearing up and down they actually had NO intention of fucking the little girl they came to see...even though they have trunkfulls of Astroglide and lingerie. Assholes. Well, now you can all rape each other in jail. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2.Fuck, my ears hurt. I finally caved and bought some of those rad coconut-carved spiraly earrings that get larger as you push them through....and my poor little right ear, with all its scar tissue feels horrible. I actually kind of have an earache and headache just from the stretchy pain in the lobe. It's weird how your body's all interconnected.
3. I am no longer worried about the fate of the world. I am not sick over extinction, or how badly we as humans are fucking things up. I'm not stressed over the melting ice caps, or deforestation. Don't get me wrong, I am 100% in favor of castrating baby seal clubbers, poachers, forest-fire startes, litterers, and most politicians. But I'm not sad about it. Because the earth, as I'm learning is a self-cleaning, self-renewing and ever-changing organism. Did you know this atmosphere we breathe and are polluting is the third since the formation of the planet? There was a time when the earth was terribly dry and hot. There was the Ice Age. All of these conditions over billions of years have done their little bit to create this present-day world we feel is so very, very important and we fear natural changes and call them catastrophes and disasters. God, we're lame. Had we been living in the age of dinosaurs we'd be lamenting their extinction as well, because we'd be used to them. I think we need to become a little more comfortable with change. The earth is moving, it's practically breathing. In 10,000 year, Los Angeles will be a skip-hop west of San Francisco. It's gonna happen. Extinction of one species has a butterfly effect on the environment around it. It always has. It's not necessarily tragic. Sad for those of us who have been fortunate to enjoy growing up around a certain animal, or have a profound respect for the Grizzly Bear. And it does suck that we are speeding up all these processes that change the environment through carelessness, or greed, or laziness. But it really is ok. Because in the long (long long long long) run, the earth and nature could give a shit about us. Someday we will be extinct too, just like everything we know.
4. "But what about your childrens' childrens' childrens' childrens' childrens' children? Don't you care what happens to them???" Well, not really, since it's looking less likely every day that I'm even going to have a first set of kids. I look at the possible fathers out there, and just shake my head. Lame, lame, lame. There just isn't anyone who impresses me anymore. I used to have faith in people. Maybe it's just this town, or this state, or this country. Maybe it me. It's probably me. I have love in here somewhere. Some intense, marvelous love. For some reason, I don't feel safe sharing it anymore. I hope someday I can, because I miss that feeling. I miss love.
2.Fuck, my ears hurt. I finally caved and bought some of those rad coconut-carved spiraly earrings that get larger as you push them through....and my poor little right ear, with all its scar tissue feels horrible. I actually kind of have an earache and headache just from the stretchy pain in the lobe. It's weird how your body's all interconnected.
3. I am no longer worried about the fate of the world. I am not sick over extinction, or how badly we as humans are fucking things up. I'm not stressed over the melting ice caps, or deforestation. Don't get me wrong, I am 100% in favor of castrating baby seal clubbers, poachers, forest-fire startes, litterers, and most politicians. But I'm not sad about it. Because the earth, as I'm learning is a self-cleaning, self-renewing and ever-changing organism. Did you know this atmosphere we breathe and are polluting is the third since the formation of the planet? There was a time when the earth was terribly dry and hot. There was the Ice Age. All of these conditions over billions of years have done their little bit to create this present-day world we feel is so very, very important and we fear natural changes and call them catastrophes and disasters. God, we're lame. Had we been living in the age of dinosaurs we'd be lamenting their extinction as well, because we'd be used to them. I think we need to become a little more comfortable with change. The earth is moving, it's practically breathing. In 10,000 year, Los Angeles will be a skip-hop west of San Francisco. It's gonna happen. Extinction of one species has a butterfly effect on the environment around it. It always has. It's not necessarily tragic. Sad for those of us who have been fortunate to enjoy growing up around a certain animal, or have a profound respect for the Grizzly Bear. And it does suck that we are speeding up all these processes that change the environment through carelessness, or greed, or laziness. But it really is ok. Because in the long (long long long long) run, the earth and nature could give a shit about us. Someday we will be extinct too, just like everything we know.
4. "But what about your childrens' childrens' childrens' childrens' childrens' children? Don't you care what happens to them???" Well, not really, since it's looking less likely every day that I'm even going to have a first set of kids. I look at the possible fathers out there, and just shake my head. Lame, lame, lame. There just isn't anyone who impresses me anymore. I used to have faith in people. Maybe it's just this town, or this state, or this country. Maybe it me. It's probably me. I have love in here somewhere. Some intense, marvelous love. For some reason, I don't feel safe sharing it anymore. I hope someday I can, because I miss that feeling. I miss love.
Yeah, I'm too concerned with enjoying my time on Earth in a morally acceptable and totally responsible (for others) fashion to be worried about my children's, children's... blah blah blah. It's not like I go "My great, great grampa was a hero. He once put trash in a trash can." Nope. Nobody's gonna know if I dump oil or rescue baby seals from trash around their necks in about 100 years. I will be forgotten eventually.
For that mundane redundant-ass shit, anyhow.
I'll be famous elsehow.
Babe, you rock.
Thanks again for the present. I watched the CRAP out of that thing! And I will continue to watch the crap out of it!
You're fuckin' awesome dude!
I love you!
Make me all warm and fuzzy and gooey inside!