mornin kids, time for some air-head post-toke-in-a-bad-college-film thoughts:
sometimes i think about what the real darwin awards (or punishments) must have been like in the early days of man.
man "discovering" fire is a bit of a joke really, considering some brush fire probably came up and bit him on the ass.
for centuries now we've had theology or culture / society to ease us into death, but i've gotta wonder what it was like pre-gilgamesh to find yourself burning alive in a massive forest, unable to determine which way is back to grog's cave. no concept as to why or how the entire situation is occurring.
or hey, just all of the stupid, stupid stuff that might have been tried in the name of making life easier or for a lark. when life's at it's hardest, surely the crazy inventions must've been abound. i tend to like imagining it was just one giant black comedy a-la gary larson. lots of people crashing in giant stone go-Karts.
the inventions i'm most impressed by are the ones that require all impurities be removed. aluminum is impossibly hard to produce - it's not a discovery (or is refined aluminum an invention perhaps?) i'd like to have made. someone was seriously anal retentive in coming up with that process.
mention the future, and people for some reason start to wonder about parallel universes, or other evolutionary processes on other worlds . i guess that's another discovery we've got scheduled. the thing that's weird in sci-fi though, is whenever you get a parallel universe, it's always either fucked-up twighlight zone world, or it's opposite / bizarro world.
whatever happened to the universe where it's just the little things. where coke is called cake, god, what a boring alternative universe.
i think it's mostly the word junky in me. i used to ride around on the boston subway and try to imagine if things were named completely different, and then try and imagine that was entirely normal. the billboard for whdh news really says whdh trillro. or maybe the letters are all different. people call the T the L and everything's the same except the red line is the yellow line. yeah i know, i know, what if c-a-t was spelled d-o-g. i'm shutting up soon i promise :]
i think the point i'm getting at here though is that in american society our imaginations are encouraged only when they're invested in the practical. imagine a new form of fossil fuel. imagine a better, cheaper, more efficient building material that can withstand earthquakes. fuck thinking about goblins and yellow.
for a long time, i've been falling into that trap, of trying only to imagine for a purpose, and i think it's really fucked up my imagination in a bad way. lack of impractical imagination damaging the practical imagination if you will.
so that's my bullshit rhetoric for the day - that praps a bit more squinting to see if you can spot the ghosts, and a little less makin with the foreman hat dreaming up the foreman grill. we may be secular, but that doesn't mean we can't have soul.
yeah i know, i'm not fred fucking rodgers. shut up before i stick my tiny piano up your imagination-hole.
punks.
sometimes i think about what the real darwin awards (or punishments) must have been like in the early days of man.
man "discovering" fire is a bit of a joke really, considering some brush fire probably came up and bit him on the ass.
for centuries now we've had theology or culture / society to ease us into death, but i've gotta wonder what it was like pre-gilgamesh to find yourself burning alive in a massive forest, unable to determine which way is back to grog's cave. no concept as to why or how the entire situation is occurring.
or hey, just all of the stupid, stupid stuff that might have been tried in the name of making life easier or for a lark. when life's at it's hardest, surely the crazy inventions must've been abound. i tend to like imagining it was just one giant black comedy a-la gary larson. lots of people crashing in giant stone go-Karts.
the inventions i'm most impressed by are the ones that require all impurities be removed. aluminum is impossibly hard to produce - it's not a discovery (or is refined aluminum an invention perhaps?) i'd like to have made. someone was seriously anal retentive in coming up with that process.
mention the future, and people for some reason start to wonder about parallel universes, or other evolutionary processes on other worlds . i guess that's another discovery we've got scheduled. the thing that's weird in sci-fi though, is whenever you get a parallel universe, it's always either fucked-up twighlight zone world, or it's opposite / bizarro world.
whatever happened to the universe where it's just the little things. where coke is called cake, god, what a boring alternative universe.
i think it's mostly the word junky in me. i used to ride around on the boston subway and try to imagine if things were named completely different, and then try and imagine that was entirely normal. the billboard for whdh news really says whdh trillro. or maybe the letters are all different. people call the T the L and everything's the same except the red line is the yellow line. yeah i know, i know, what if c-a-t was spelled d-o-g. i'm shutting up soon i promise :]
i think the point i'm getting at here though is that in american society our imaginations are encouraged only when they're invested in the practical. imagine a new form of fossil fuel. imagine a better, cheaper, more efficient building material that can withstand earthquakes. fuck thinking about goblins and yellow.
for a long time, i've been falling into that trap, of trying only to imagine for a purpose, and i think it's really fucked up my imagination in a bad way. lack of impractical imagination damaging the practical imagination if you will.
so that's my bullshit rhetoric for the day - that praps a bit more squinting to see if you can spot the ghosts, and a little less makin with the foreman hat dreaming up the foreman grill. we may be secular, but that doesn't mean we can't have soul.
yeah i know, i'm not fred fucking rodgers. shut up before i stick my tiny piano up your imagination-hole.
punks.
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Were you trying to blow my mind with that picture? I think it's pretty obvious yes.
Need I mention the fact that she's reluctant to show both her nipples. I would have that less of her if she'd done that.
-Can't believe you leaked that little secret of yours.