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I have such a fucking headache. I am so sick of arguing with people who just don’t know how to be apart of society. It’s like how people just can’t merge on to the freeway from an onramp. They slow down to a dead stop and then floor the gas trying to get in infront of a semi that is driving responsibly and leaving a long stopping distance between it and the next car. Merging works like a zipper. Speed up instead of slowing down. For Christ’s sake work with the flow of traffic instead of slowing everything down and putting everyone around you at risk. You fuckers.

Social interaction works the same way. It’s a zipper. I have to wonder if I’m being trolled sometimes. There seems to be a universe of assholes assigned to me, tasked with the job of making my life complicated and miserable. Debate should be a shameful and outlawed practice. Debate is the art of being deliberately obtuse. The goal of bebate is to win. Winning doesn’t solve problems. Debate was a playstation back when there was no playstation. If you think you’re so smart because you can win a debate against a teen that can beat you at Halo I think you should take a good look at yourself. You’re no better than the teen, you ass.

Right now I think that I pretty much hate everyone. I am so pissed. It’s like, I have a car with a flat tire and I’m trying to change it. Asshats keep dropping in to comment on what I’m doing an tell me what they would do or what I should do. Fuck you all. I’m responding to problems that need immediate attention. I know how to change a tire so I’m going to change it and the rest of you trolls can argue about who’s responsibility it was to turn the oven off while your house burns down. Perish in your hatred. I love mixed metaphors and non-sequitors so there.

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The real problem with being an adult is that you have to think before you act. When you’re young you have no problem taking risks. When you are an adult and are old as fuck you have too much to lose. You stay in a marriage that is shitty because you love your kids. You stay in a job that’s shitty because you love your spouse. You are tied by a million little strings.

What I wouldn’t give for the, ‘who gives a shit of youth’. How nice and refreshing would it be to tell your boss to fuck off. To just leave and find someone else when you’re all out of love. To put it all on my credit card not caring about how long it will take me to pay it off or even if I’ll be able to.

The ties that bind you and make what should be simple decision incredibly complicated are the suck of adult life. That you never have time for yourself. That you never get to do what you want to do. That you feel ugly and last all the time. This is the suck. And the weight of it all is enough to make you say fuck it. I really want to say fuck it. I know how bad it will fuck everything if I do, but I really want to say fuck it. Indeed, fuck it.

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I must admit I was fully prepared to hate Google’s Chrome browser. In fact I wish I could. It’s that whole rooting for successful things to fail thing. Still I find that I can’t. I’m really liking the Chrome. Google has done an excellent job redesigning the browser.

Chrome is wicked fast. The omnibar is a design revolution. It’s like the difference between smashing a tin of beans with a rock and using a can opener. Also Firefox uses something like 170,000k of memory on average, for me anyway, and chrome is hovering around 90,000k distributed. 

Say goodbye to crashes and slow loading. say hello to Chrome.

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Fourth of July used to be the best holiday ever. It was better than Christmas. Not just because I was younger or whatever, because I can still appreciate a good explosion. I do have a pulse. Everything is evolving in to the kind of paste kindergartener’s use because they’ll likely end up eating it. It’s not just the safe sober attitude toward the Fourth of July it’s everything.

Excess is American. We want to much of everything as a culture. Somehow that is all being undermined. People are safer than ever. They are more cautious. Their music is flavorless. Their art is flavorless. Their love has been Oprahed. Their sex has been Dr Philed. We we’re the country that invented Rock and Roll, Punk Rock (fuck you Britan it started in New York) Hip Hop, Blues, Motown, Jazz, Internet Porn, and yet we have become a pale imitation of our former selves.

I blame heterosexuals. This country has lost it’s edge and sold it’s soul because of heterosexuals. Big companies exist to make money. They have proven time and again that they don’t care who they fuck over or what they are selling to make that big money. The U.S. loves it’s little girls. This is damn near the only counrty in the world where parents would rather have a little girl than a little boy. The big companies are there at every age to advertise and sell to little girls. They pander, they research, they exploit. This is more or less the way things go till little girls become older women and then fall out of the more lucrative mad money demographic. From the time hetro boys first start to notice girls till they die you can more or less sell a guy on anything if you imply that women will want them because they use your product or service. Like in Borat it’s the idea that there is some kind of pussy magnet. Use a certain product or achive a certain style and you’ll have your pick of the women. Because everything mass culture has to do with heterosexuals and their waton activities, because women are generally the ultimate decisionmakers in a heterosexual act; big companies design everything around what they think women will like. So you end up buying clothes that women like, listening to music women like, watching movies that have no risk or edge at all in case women, (not children, R movies etc) might be offended. Why didn’t I say women are to blame? They’re not. Straight people and big companies that package our identities are to blame. Like hot topic, you can’t really buy a revolution you have to be a revolution. You can’t buy cool. You have to be cool. You douche. Abercrombie guys I’m talking to you too. Un pop your collar you douche.

Have a happy Fourth of July. Do something interesting and recapture the American spirit. Don’t be a douche.

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