FetchQuest

I guess this post is about the meaning of life, given the fact that the title is absolutely the meaning of life. Yay, capitalism! I mean, this is what you wanted, right? Planned obsolescence with no way out of heavy metals leeching into our soil, poisoning our land and our wells? Sounds fucking awesome to me! Thanks, capitalism! And, yes, capitalism has indeed turned what it means to be American into a giant “Fetch Quest”. It’s irritating. It’s annoying. It devalues existence itself. I dunno. We’re all reduced to our wallets at any given moment. At our best of times, our wallets are empty but our lives are full. In the worst of times, our wallets are full because our lives are empty. You never really get to enjoy the best of times because you’re absolutely freaked the fuck out about not having a substantial savings at your bank just in case something happens to rain on your parade. Then, eventually, it does happen and you end up throwing it on a credit card. I mean, that is, if you’re fortunate enough to have been playing this absolute fraud of a game in the first place. If you’ve positioned yourself to having good credit, then this is the road you take. Depending on your spending habits and whether you can time things, you might pull yourself out of the hole and be able to move forward. But a substantial number of people won’t recover, they won’t be alright. Some will just let their credit get worse, others will have to borrow from a friend or family member, or worse yet pick up another job. And, let’s be real here; if you have a full wallet because you’ve been saving and tucking everything you can away in your account, you’re still not happy. You have nothing but numbers in an account at that point. They’ve made it that way to play on human psychology, to allow the victim to think he has something when really they’re just notes on a ledger that don’t really mean much. I guess they mean up to $100,000 if they’re FDIC insured, but that’s an unfortunate number for those who have worked harder longer and have much more to lose.

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Man, I Don’t Know

Legitimately. No, really. Man, I don’t know. We’ve got all this bullshit going on with, like, nuclear fusion. And maybe we have room temperature superconductors? Man. I really do not know. This species seems absolutely doomed while duly inflecting some genuine charm as well. It’s just stupid, really.

I am not the smartest person in the room. I know this. I absolutely never feel like the smartest person in the room, and in all honesty I feel like I would be a good bar for the low end of acceptable stupidity. Seriously. I’m one dumb high motherfucker more often than not. But I do love to solve a good problem. That shit is endlessly amusing to me. Same with understanding things. Knowing things. I love math, not because I’m even remotely good at it, but because I have an incredible amount of respect for it as the universal language of understanding the universe. The places that it shows up are just mind-blowing. The ways in which it manifests from what you think might be totally unrelated concepts end up taking pure maths and turning them into applied maths. It’s incredible when that happens. I love to see it. I wish we understood more. I wish I understood more. It’s awesome.

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Vulture Is an Embarassing Rag and the Future Vice

Read this moronic bullshit first.

Archive, just in case.

Okay. Lets start taking this fucking moron apart, shall we?

If done right, the trick would help ensure that Rotten Tomatoes logged positive reviews but not negative ones.

First of all, why are you so fucking hell-bent on imparting your own personal bias on a content aggregation site? Are you mentally handicapped, Lane Brown? Do you have an issue with the “tyranny of the masses”? If so you should say you have an issue there, and not with a pretty basic website.

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Lows

I have to admit, life is uniquely creative in how it can eviscerate you when you least expect it to. I guess I should’ve known when I had seen so many people yell “BINGO” with bone cancer and really awful shit like that. It’s a hint as to how absolutely abrasive life can be. Now I’m not equating events in my life to some horrid diagnosis, not by a longshot. I’m simply highlighting the seasonings of life. What makes life the way it is. Yeah, life is a mixture of being born to billionaires and being born with a predisposition to bone cancer. That really fucking sucks, if you ask me, considering it’s far more rare to be born to billionaires than to be born predisposed to bone cancer.

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Mother!

Just because I don’t appreciate the miseries introduced to the world by the Christian faith, doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the artistry that has accompanied it’s multi-millennial existence. That said, I’m re-watching “Mother!” for the fiftieth time, because it really is a piece of art in film. Right at the beginning you start in strange territory, with the wife being battered and consumed by flame, then extinguished. Saved, somehow, miraculously. You see the husband put a giant gem on a stand and the charred house seemingly comes alive again. The way the story plays out goes from subtle to over the top, eventually ending with cannibalism of an infant. It’s symbolism, sure, but it’s portraying real infant cannibalism.

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The Future

It’s the wildest thing to be watching. Wild claims coming out of South Korea about room temperature superconductors popping up out of nowhere. Apparently we’re edging ever closer to breakthroughs in Quantum Computing as well as goddamn nuclear fusion. There are wild new technologies being developed for space travel and all sorts of wildly exciting things on the horizon. We could be on the verge of becoming a Type One civilization.

I used to read Bradbury and Asimov as a kid. I’d read 1984 and all sorts of futuristic novels of science fiction adventures in other dimensions, other galaxies, other worlds. Sometimes civilizations would be idyllic, utopian. Other times they’d have technology beyond all comprehension and still not have solved basic human problems. It’s bittersweet, always. On one hand, none are written as actual utopias. The notion of a utopia can’t be introduced in novels, it prevents the reader from connecting with the material. You can’t suspend disbelief for something as possible as a perfect society. We’re so disconnected from positive societal notions that any attempt to describe a “perfect” version of any human society falls apart in the mind of every reader. Sure, one can force the point and imagine if free will were no implication and what might happen in an actually perfect society from design. But it wouldn’t represent a free society that still enjoys full free will.

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I Called It Already

Holy shit. It happened. Ruby Franke has finally met with the law. And I totally called it. They’ve arrested Ruby Franke on suspicion of child abuse. Wow. Wow wow wow. I mean, it’s been THREE YEARS since I wrote about this lady, but it finally happened. What blows my mind even more is that her daughter said “Finally!” when she was arrested. I just… I don’t even know how to process it right now. It feels like a person has to do an obscene amount of really abusive shit for the system to really kick in. I mean, god damn.

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