zenexistence

I don't feel like writing.
There's too much bing-bonging about in the empty cavern that is my skull and not enough want for expression, so I'm just going to vomit forth pictures like a baboon thats eaten too much Count Chocula.

Here's my commentary on current events:



And another one, because I'm edgy:



And this feeds into that thought-process, because looters [which have never made any sense to me; ohai, I'm going to destroy my own neighborhood, kthanxbai) love a good loot hoot:


All in all, though, it kinda makes me like this:



Truth be told, it kinda of makes me sad. I remember watching Star Trek as a kid (the ole' show, ya'll) and it had this whole concept of Earth having fallen under the utopian sway of of derishus peace and prosperity, even after the terrible Third World War AND the Eugenics Wars, boy-howdy was that tough shit, right? But they learned to love one another and that's the important part.



If you followed Trek, and I know you did, things were even more copacetic when The Next Generation started. I mean, really, how could they not be, Picard was one dapper chap, amIrite?


For a non-dystopian future, we can always harken back to RIdley Scott's vision of what was to come [ew].
He was interviewed soon after the huge success of the second Alien movie, Aliens, and the interviewer asked what Earth was like during that timeframe and if he ever planned to show Earth in the Alien series. His response was something along the lines of, "No need to, I already have. Ever seen Bladerunner?"
Fuck yeah, Ridley, we've seen Bladerunner.



Oh, and speaking of Bane:



See how I did that? Are you impressed?
Watch, I'll do it again:



Pretty amazing on that transition change, right?

Okay, fine, we need a sweet and cuddly, saccharine-laced moment, do we not? Allow me to deliver it upon your tired and weary brow, true-believers:



Oh, that was too sweet? Lets dial it back a bit then:



Too much, well um, furrbiteeergurrrrmbrrrrrrrlmarrrble.
Wait?
What did I just type?
This:


And I would like one of these, pleasandthankyou:




Hmm, okay, well I did a lot of writing for someone who didn't feel like writing so I'm headed out for coffee.
Yes, I'll get you one too.
No, I will not buy you one of those disgusting cranberry-orange scones you like because they smell like month-old air freshener mixed with grandma's musty stench.

Wish me luck on my biopsy results tomorrow.

<3,
Scotty

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhh, P effing S!!