Hey - ho! Again, I seem to get further and further away from the topic of my sad ex-love life with another completely different post. This one is based on the fascination that people have on gore and extreme violence as entertainment, and what it is that draws our attention.
I jes' got back from the flicks, and as usual saw something with a considerable amount of gore and violence. As disturbing as it was, it was also entertaining. WHY?????
It's sick, grotesque and morbid, but yet I was entertained, even more so because it was in 3-D. As a human being, why do I delight in watching other human beings being dismembered, hacked to bits and vaporized? It never really never dawned on me until tonight, that we as a society are seriously disturbed! Why do we wanna see that shit?
I started watching horror movies from a young age, and the horror genre has always been a favorite of mine. But why is that? Why am I drawn to watching some one being butchered as entertainment? And I know I'm not the only one. We all seem to be drawn to it.
Admit it, when ur cruising down the highway and you see an accident, u slow down and try and sneak a peek of what's going on. You wanna see the severed head laying on the side of the road. You wanna see white sheets with red stains on them.
We all love to go to the movies and see blood and guts, especially 'round Halloween. I build my Halloween celebrations 'round jack lantern's, junk food and horror movies, the bloodier the better. We all have this fascination, whether you wanna admit it or not! We're all morbid little bastards!
You want proof? Statistics show that horror movies make more money by far than any other genre, whether it be in the theatre or in DVD form. Check out ur local video store, there are scads of movies in the horror section that haven't even been seen the big screen, but on those shelves are all of the Oscar winners to the underground movie buff. Other than the morbid goodies u'll find at ur local video shop or movie theatre, there are websites, magazines, novels and comic books, all dedicated to horror. Blood and guts is big time, both for the consumer who wishes to partake in the macabre, and to the industry which produces it. We are a society that loves to see our own kind slashed and gashed.
At first, I thought it might be the fact that for the lot of us, it's the thrill of being scared that draws us to it. That rush we get by having the bejesus scared out of us. The racing pulse, the deepened breaths, the moment of sheer excitement of being scared. But then I thought further on the subject and found something that jes' might blow that theory right outta the water. Horror films in general aren't that scary.
Maybe I'm jaded from watching them from such a young age, but when you really think about it, are they really that scary? I'll bet your answer will be, "not really". And what about action/adventure films? There's plenty of blood, guts, and violence in them, and they aren't even meant to be scary in the slightest.
And when we're on that proverbial highway and see that accident, are we scared by it? Prolly not. In fact, rather than being saddened by the loss of life and showing respect by not gawking at the arms and legs being gathered up by a shovel, we crane our necks to see what ever else there is to see.
So therefore, it obviously isn't the "scare factor", that drives us to find blood and gore entertaining, it's something within us that leads us to seek it out and be entertained by it.
So, what is it about said topic that interests us? Truth is, I haven't the foggiest idea. I can't ever hypothesize a reason as to why. It's jes' how we are. It's the human condition. It doesn't legitimize our morbid curiosities, nor does it explain them. I guess the whole world has been so jaded by seeing so much blood, death, and destruction, that it doesn't really disturb us. It somehow peaks our interest, and the rest has already been said.
And are we able to control our urge to see such depraved carnage? Who knows? But maybe, jes' maybe, we can try. Well, that is until the next time we see an ad for a new movie filled to the brim with brain splatter, that entices us back to the theatre, then off to races we go once again. It's just our human condition. God help us all!!!
Until next time, sleep tight!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
OMG!!! Beware of stupid people!
I know my next post should be a continuation of the saga of my sad arsed relationships and their subsequent break ups, but I feel the need to interrupt them with this topic instead. Stupidity.
Have you ever noticed how stupid the world is getting? When you actually think about it , it's freakin' terrifying! Stupid people ARE everywhere.
Now, is stupidity a natural component to humanity? Are we born as stupid people who learn to be less stupid as our age progresses, or is it a choice? Do all stupid people realize at some point in their lives that they've been stupid previously and better themselves, or only certain people? And where does stupidity come from? Did God in all His magnificence decide to create stupidity jes' fer' shits 'n giggles? Or was stupidity a human creation? Were do I find the answers to these questions, or am I stupid for not already knowing them.
Oh well, as the old saying goes, "stupid is, as stupid does", whatever the hell that means!
Have you ever noticed how stupid the world is getting? When you actually think about it , it's freakin' terrifying! Stupid people ARE everywhere.
Now, is stupidity a natural component to humanity? Are we born as stupid people who learn to be less stupid as our age progresses, or is it a choice? Do all stupid people realize at some point in their lives that they've been stupid previously and better themselves, or only certain people? And where does stupidity come from? Did God in all His magnificence decide to create stupidity jes' fer' shits 'n giggles? Or was stupidity a human creation? Were do I find the answers to these questions, or am I stupid for not already knowing them.
Oh well, as the old saying goes, "stupid is, as stupid does", whatever the hell that means!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Getting with the profile.
It occurred to me that the entire idea behind this blog was about "my kaleidoscopic incarnation", of which I've not shared a whole hell a lot about myself. So, in keeping with the topic at hand, I shall share with you a series of stories about my life.
As I lay in bed las' night pondering what to divulge about myself, I though, "hey, how 'bout I share some tales 'bout some of the assholes I've dated past. They are indeed funny and sad, witty and sarcastic, caustic and truthful, and somewhat entertaining, so here we go with bf #1....
He was the most selfish man I'd ever met. But at least he was honest about that fact. I fact, it was the first thing that he'd said to me when we started going out. How I continued the relationship on from there, I still cannot fathom. But I thought to myself, "hey, at least he's honest, that's one thing. Honesty is the best policy." We were inseparable. I fell for him big time. I met his family, and he met mine. We complimented each other. Unfortunately, it was not to last. It ended sadly and bitterly. I cried for weeks. But then I picked myself (well sort of) off the ground and moved on. I was on my own again, sleeping my way through town, though the actual act of "sleeping" never entered the equation.
Random question, I was playing a game with a few friends called, "How many people have you slept with?" The rules stated that the number couldn't involved numerous times with the same partner, but the number of separate people. The individual answers around the table ranged from 3 to 5. Then the question was directed at me. Now during the series of answers being given, I felt increasingly bad, because the numbers given were somewhat less than mine were. So, the question came towards me, and it was time to spill the beans. I could feel my face redden as I said, "Well, ummm, I kinda lost count after 12." There was a round of shocked faces, followed by applause and laughter. "My aren't you a naughty boy!" I recall hearing. Yes indeedie, I was a slut.
Then I met #2. He was older....MUCH older. But he was cute and at first we had hit it off. He lived quite aways outta town, so he'd come and stay for the weekend when he'd be able to get away. On our first weekend together, all went swimmingly. We had dinner, saw a movie and fooled around a little...well...ok fine, A LOT! Anyhoo, I awoke before he did, put my glasses on, and as I glanced towards him with a warm, happy feeling inside, I spied something on the night stand on his side of the bed. I was beyond horrified!!! It was a clear glass, half filled with liquid with a set of dentures floating in it. I was mortified. The rest of the weekend went okay, but underneath it all, was the lurking feeling of, "ewww, how gross!" The next day at work, a co-worker asked my how my weekend went I said it went fine, 'cept for one thing. I saw his false teeth peering at me from the bedside table. Well, Kat thought it was hilarious, and said to me, "Oh don't be such a pussy! Waddya think I see every morning beside my bed? Dave's falsies. Don't fret hun, u'll get used to it." I soon found other disturbing characteristics 'bout my current flame. He was 45-ish who wore clothes meant for a teenager, had strange hair cuts in weird colours and a pierced ear. He was an aging hipster desperately trying to recapture his long lost youth. It was a sad sight indeed. Needless to say, I wasn't too heartbroken when that one crashed and burned. Fun stuff, eh?
I shall leave the next installments for another time, as my day moveth forward to yet another task, so stay tuned for more stories to come. Have a good night, and a pleasant tomorrow.
As I lay in bed las' night pondering what to divulge about myself, I though, "hey, how 'bout I share some tales 'bout some of the assholes I've dated past. They are indeed funny and sad, witty and sarcastic, caustic and truthful, and somewhat entertaining, so here we go with bf #1....
He was the most selfish man I'd ever met. But at least he was honest about that fact. I fact, it was the first thing that he'd said to me when we started going out. How I continued the relationship on from there, I still cannot fathom. But I thought to myself, "hey, at least he's honest, that's one thing. Honesty is the best policy." We were inseparable. I fell for him big time. I met his family, and he met mine. We complimented each other. Unfortunately, it was not to last. It ended sadly and bitterly. I cried for weeks. But then I picked myself (well sort of) off the ground and moved on. I was on my own again, sleeping my way through town, though the actual act of "sleeping" never entered the equation.
Random question, I was playing a game with a few friends called, "How many people have you slept with?" The rules stated that the number couldn't involved numerous times with the same partner, but the number of separate people. The individual answers around the table ranged from 3 to 5. Then the question was directed at me. Now during the series of answers being given, I felt increasingly bad, because the numbers given were somewhat less than mine were. So, the question came towards me, and it was time to spill the beans. I could feel my face redden as I said, "Well, ummm, I kinda lost count after 12." There was a round of shocked faces, followed by applause and laughter. "My aren't you a naughty boy!" I recall hearing. Yes indeedie, I was a slut.
Then I met #2. He was older....MUCH older. But he was cute and at first we had hit it off. He lived quite aways outta town, so he'd come and stay for the weekend when he'd be able to get away. On our first weekend together, all went swimmingly. We had dinner, saw a movie and fooled around a little...well...ok fine, A LOT! Anyhoo, I awoke before he did, put my glasses on, and as I glanced towards him with a warm, happy feeling inside, I spied something on the night stand on his side of the bed. I was beyond horrified!!! It was a clear glass, half filled with liquid with a set of dentures floating in it. I was mortified. The rest of the weekend went okay, but underneath it all, was the lurking feeling of, "ewww, how gross!" The next day at work, a co-worker asked my how my weekend went I said it went fine, 'cept for one thing. I saw his false teeth peering at me from the bedside table. Well, Kat thought it was hilarious, and said to me, "Oh don't be such a pussy! Waddya think I see every morning beside my bed? Dave's falsies. Don't fret hun, u'll get used to it." I soon found other disturbing characteristics 'bout my current flame. He was 45-ish who wore clothes meant for a teenager, had strange hair cuts in weird colours and a pierced ear. He was an aging hipster desperately trying to recapture his long lost youth. It was a sad sight indeed. Needless to say, I wasn't too heartbroken when that one crashed and burned. Fun stuff, eh?
I shall leave the next installments for another time, as my day moveth forward to yet another task, so stay tuned for more stories to come. Have a good night, and a pleasant tomorrow.
Life as we think we know it
Jes' yesterday, I was futzing about on my computer, casually checking out this and that, and it came to me that the world we live in is completely oblivious to everything around us. We are continually bombarded with thousands of ideas, hypothesis, assumptions, and beliefs, but most of us haven't a clue as to what any of them mean or even care to find out what they are indeed about. We're so self-involved that we judge them or believe in them even though we know not what they are. We think life and the world we live in is the way it is simply because that's how it's supposed to be. That way we don't hafta go into things any deeper and accept that there is so much more out there. Much easier, eh?
Here's an example. Two people are walking down the street having a conversation. After a few minutes, the "known" part of the conversation gives way to an "unknown" topic. Rather than try and have a sensible convo, something with depth, a completely new spin on the topic at hand comes about. What was once"unknown", now suddenly becomes "known", and has been piled high with nonsensical drivel. The once unfamiliar topic has now become crystal clear, almost instantly, and filled with deep knowledge and meaning. To these two people, they have taken something unknown to them and made it their sphere of expertise and are now enlightened people, filled with the conviction that what they now know is Gospel. Even though what had come into being is a complete fabrication, to them, it IS reality.
But walking not far behind them is a learned person, Someone who is well read and educated in the particular topic the pair walking right in front of him are discussing with great fervor. He listens in to the convo, shakes his head and thinks to himself, "OMG!!! Are these people for real? They know nothing of which they speak, and yet they believe the shit that's coming out of their mouths is correct." He is saddened by their ignorance and keeps walking. How he would love to teach these two individuals how things really are.
But here's the kicker. Would they care to learn? Prolly not. It's easier to take what we think we know about the world as the truth, even though that may not be the case, rather than actually taking the time to learn the facts.
The truth is people, life needs to be based on fact, not fiction, ignorance or jes' believing something is true because someone told us it was. And especially not by nonsensical convos where the most inane things somehow become "how it is". The quicker the world finds this out, the easier life could become. But we would first hafta take the time and learn a little along the way.
Here's the answer, before you take things at face value, read a book, visit a library, surf the net, and never cease the quest for knowledge. Its all up to you. Is this really life as you know it, or is there something more to it? Happy searching! And for Christ Sakes, know what the hell it is ur talking about before you discredit it! That really pisses me off! LOL! Have a good night and a pleasant tomorrow.
Here's an example. Two people are walking down the street having a conversation. After a few minutes, the "known" part of the conversation gives way to an "unknown" topic. Rather than try and have a sensible convo, something with depth, a completely new spin on the topic at hand comes about. What was once"unknown", now suddenly becomes "known", and has been piled high with nonsensical drivel. The once unfamiliar topic has now become crystal clear, almost instantly, and filled with deep knowledge and meaning. To these two people, they have taken something unknown to them and made it their sphere of expertise and are now enlightened people, filled with the conviction that what they now know is Gospel. Even though what had come into being is a complete fabrication, to them, it IS reality.
But walking not far behind them is a learned person, Someone who is well read and educated in the particular topic the pair walking right in front of him are discussing with great fervor. He listens in to the convo, shakes his head and thinks to himself, "OMG!!! Are these people for real? They know nothing of which they speak, and yet they believe the shit that's coming out of their mouths is correct." He is saddened by their ignorance and keeps walking. How he would love to teach these two individuals how things really are.
But here's the kicker. Would they care to learn? Prolly not. It's easier to take what we think we know about the world as the truth, even though that may not be the case, rather than actually taking the time to learn the facts.
The truth is people, life needs to be based on fact, not fiction, ignorance or jes' believing something is true because someone told us it was. And especially not by nonsensical convos where the most inane things somehow become "how it is". The quicker the world finds this out, the easier life could become. But we would first hafta take the time and learn a little along the way.
Here's the answer, before you take things at face value, read a book, visit a library, surf the net, and never cease the quest for knowledge. Its all up to you. Is this really life as you know it, or is there something more to it? Happy searching! And for Christ Sakes, know what the hell it is ur talking about before you discredit it! That really pisses me off! LOL! Have a good night and a pleasant tomorrow.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
More Brain Dribblings
Ah, back again. And after such a short period of time. Jesus, methinks it's time to get a life. I promised no boring shit in this blog, but at current I am a bored house-whatever with nothing better to do than mindlessly natter my thoughtless thoughts into the marvelous technological wonder we call cyberspace. My bad! Oh well, shit happens and so do I.
Actually, as I sit here typing away, rather badly I might add, I am sort of listening to the sad collection of music stored in my laptop's media player library. It has occurred to me that music has changed so much over the years. The scope of my tunes span from the 40's through to the current date. From the neat and clean swing and richly melodic strains of classical and opera, to the smutty, profanity filled songs of today, u hafta wonder what the hell happened over the years to change us from prim and proper to wanton sluts.
I have a theory that society always was filled to the rafters with wanton sluttery, but kept it hidden so to keep up appearances of proper, respectable people. Then we all got tired of the whole goodie two shoes bullshit and let 'er all hang out. And why not? Why must we conform to a certain set of guideline's that dictate to us what is acceptable and what is not? What uptight set of bastards made up those standards? And truth be told, I bet whoever they were still poured freshly melted candle wax on each others nipples and did unspeakable things with broom handles and rolling pins. Vaseline isn't a new invention and had to be created for a reason. I hate to be pessimistic, but I doubt it's invent wasn't all that innocent, LOL!
The thing is, maybe we as a people should jes' say screw it all, and get on with life without bending to some set of rules that society deems proper. From yester-year's goody-goody to today's wanton slut, lets keep it real. I'm sure Johann Sebastian Bach said, "Fuck you!" two hundred years ago, and I join my voice with his! Have a good night, and a pleasant tomorrow!!!
Actually, as I sit here typing away, rather badly I might add, I am sort of listening to the sad collection of music stored in my laptop's media player library. It has occurred to me that music has changed so much over the years. The scope of my tunes span from the 40's through to the current date. From the neat and clean swing and richly melodic strains of classical and opera, to the smutty, profanity filled songs of today, u hafta wonder what the hell happened over the years to change us from prim and proper to wanton sluts.
I have a theory that society always was filled to the rafters with wanton sluttery, but kept it hidden so to keep up appearances of proper, respectable people. Then we all got tired of the whole goodie two shoes bullshit and let 'er all hang out. And why not? Why must we conform to a certain set of guideline's that dictate to us what is acceptable and what is not? What uptight set of bastards made up those standards? And truth be told, I bet whoever they were still poured freshly melted candle wax on each others nipples and did unspeakable things with broom handles and rolling pins. Vaseline isn't a new invention and had to be created for a reason. I hate to be pessimistic, but I doubt it's invent wasn't all that innocent, LOL!
The thing is, maybe we as a people should jes' say screw it all, and get on with life without bending to some set of rules that society deems proper. From yester-year's goody-goody to today's wanton slut, lets keep it real. I'm sure Johann Sebastian Bach said, "Fuck you!" two hundred years ago, and I join my voice with his! Have a good night, and a pleasant tomorrow!!!
Brain Dribblings
Have u ever had a moment where u had a million things u wanna write down, but there's so much stuff in ur thoughts that if tried, u would more or less vomit words all over the place? If so, welcome to my world, honey, LOL!
I had toyed with the idea of starting a blog for a while, but thought to myself, "who in the hell would read what I had to write?", but here we are. A-blogging I go, where it leads, no one knows. Perhaps some one will find me facinating and all these words won't jes' float around cyberspace unread.
I'll try to refrain from making boring shit-assed entries in here like some bored house-whatever with noting else to do. "Oh dear, the cable's down and I can't watch my soaps or trailer-trash talk shows, so I guess I'll blather on incessently about the stupidist shit and think that I'm better than the schmuck next door with farmer-vision and an ancient desktop still using dial up internet. Patronizing, sad gits!
So, what is it I wanna accomplish? Damned if I know. I'm not particularly political, definately NOT politically correct, or well educated in the classical sense, so I guess this will be a blog filled with brain dribblings. Lets hope my medication doesn't supress my ability to think and speak my mind like the Catholic church does. LOL!!! OOPS! Sorry gramma! I think an icon jes' fell off the wall in the other room.
As u've prolly jes' figured out, I'm an ex-Catholic. HMMM, a gay ex-Catholic, unique isn't it? Oh well, the more the merrier.
Well, I think I'll leave it there for tonite before lightning strikes the house. Stay tuned for more brain dribblings, as they'll keep on a-commin'. Catch ya later!
I had toyed with the idea of starting a blog for a while, but thought to myself, "who in the hell would read what I had to write?", but here we are. A-blogging I go, where it leads, no one knows. Perhaps some one will find me facinating and all these words won't jes' float around cyberspace unread.
I'll try to refrain from making boring shit-assed entries in here like some bored house-whatever with noting else to do. "Oh dear, the cable's down and I can't watch my soaps or trailer-trash talk shows, so I guess I'll blather on incessently about the stupidist shit and think that I'm better than the schmuck next door with farmer-vision and an ancient desktop still using dial up internet. Patronizing, sad gits!
So, what is it I wanna accomplish? Damned if I know. I'm not particularly political, definately NOT politically correct, or well educated in the classical sense, so I guess this will be a blog filled with brain dribblings. Lets hope my medication doesn't supress my ability to think and speak my mind like the Catholic church does. LOL!!! OOPS! Sorry gramma! I think an icon jes' fell off the wall in the other room.
As u've prolly jes' figured out, I'm an ex-Catholic. HMMM, a gay ex-Catholic, unique isn't it? Oh well, the more the merrier.
Well, I think I'll leave it there for tonite before lightning strikes the house. Stay tuned for more brain dribblings, as they'll keep on a-commin'. Catch ya later!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Gimps of the world unite!
Ach! OMG! I realize that we human beings are somewhat klutzy at times, but Christ Almighty, I think if the word "Klutz" was looked up in the dictionary, there would be a picture of me. I bear more bruises today then ever before. It makes me ponder how in the hell I've reached the age of 33 when I seem unintentionally hell-bent on destroying myself, LOL!
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