Faces, staring at me everywhere!

For some reason, it seems to be a rule that the cover of almost every CD and movie has people on it. This is probably both to show off the band/actors and because people are basically wired to react to faces. Which is part of the problem, having so many fake ones around makes you start to tune them out. But then you think about it, and it's kinda creepy, and sometimes you have to wonder if those cultures that thought cameras stole bits of your soul were on to anything.

On Compliments

So apparently the district manager came in to work Saturday (or was it Sunday?) in "plain-clothes". I'm glad I was actually awake that morning, since apparently I did all the right things. Which, despite the fact I know my job is mostly pointless, still made me feel good. It's funny. Probably it's mostly because I don't get compliments much, or recognition, and it was also face to face, and unasked for stuff is a little harder to minimize. But still, why does it matter, over a job I know doesn't matter a whit in the grand scheme of things?

In Which I Make Excuses

I've had trouble writing Fors stuff lately, which I'm sure is no surprise to any of you. Part of it, of course, is laziness. I won't deny that. But that's not all of it. Partly, I've changed since when I wrote most of the ones that're done, which were years ago now. I'm not quite as innocent or optimistic as I used to be, and I have new priorities, and have a harder time finding things funny, sometimes. The world's uglier, scarier, and more chaotic than it used to be, there's not so much need for tricksters to shake things up, more need for sanity and order. And partly, it's harder to write about a thief who happily ignores stupid laws when living under a President and Administration that've happily been ignoring laws for years, and seeing how that's fucked up the country.

It just doesn't seem as important, and it's so hard to laugh, while things are going to hell. "Sometimes, you've got to laugh, or else you'll cry," is something I've seen said a lot, but I feel like I've forgotten how to laugh.

Maybe I could use all this and turn it into good stories or something, but... I dunno. I just haven't had the motivation.

Tags: Writing, Me, Mindscribbles

Holy Shit

People are selling "I Heart Gitmo" T-Shirts. I kid you not.

I mean, seriously, holy shit. And they have the gall to put lines like this on their site: "Move America Forward is a non-profit, non-partisan organization dedicated to preserving our American heritage of freedom and liberty."

These people are STARK RAVING BATSHIT INSANE. It's times like these when I have to doubt that we share common humanity, because these people are glorifying fucking torture and everything that's opposite of what America's supposed to be.

And to think, the first time I saw somebody mention the "I heart Gitmo" shirts, I thought it was a parody joke. That's the thing these days, parody breaks down because you think up something so outrageously stupid nobody'd do it, then you find out it's already been done.

Tags: Crazies, Politics, WTF?