Selectivity

If you get to pick and choose which parts of your religion/tradition/morality you will obey and which parts you will ignore, then so do I.

And I’m not obligated to choose the same parts that you do.

Entertainment is never a waste of time

Exactly when did the pursuit of amusement and entertainment become something you should be ashamed of? When did it become something you only did in your “free time”… something you were supposed to keep to a minimum?

Fuck that. Entertainment is NEVER a “waste of time.”

Life isn’t about goals and productivity. It’s all a waste if you’re not enjoying it, because enjoying your time here as much as possible without impeding other people’s attempts to do the same IS the goal. It isn’t about the destination; it’s about the journey. The destination is always the same… no exceptions, no matter how hard you try or how many hours you spend “getting things done”. Every second you spend doing something you don’t enjoy is a waste, I don’t care what your parents, your boss, or your productivity guru says. Every time you pull out your laptop at an airport so you can write a status report instead of just reading a good book… you’ve wasted time that you COULD have spent being happy. And guess what? You ain’t getting that time back, no matter how much money you make. Maybe it was worth it. But chances are, it wasn’t.

Don’t let those over-stressed, Type-A, ultra-productive asshats give you shit for wanting to watch a movie or play video games. It is NOT a waste of time. It’s the time you spend doing things you DON’T enjoy that should be kept to a minimum. Personally, being suitably entertained and de-stressed is what keeps me from stabbing over-stressed, Type-A, ultra-productive asshats in the face as soon as they open their mouths.

See… everybody wins.

The Great Hard Drive Apocalypse of 2007

You may have heard me use that phrase in a few other blog posts.
Wonder what kind of fucked-up chain of events could spawn THAT moniker? Well-

1. My wife’s main desktop computer died. Complete loss, no files recovered.
2. MY main desktop computer died. 100% loss. Of the two hard drives, one was completely toasted. The other was mostly empty because I had just copied its contents to the FIRST hard drive.
3. The old laptop that my wife started using when her main machine died… died.
4. Hey, that’s a lot of files gone. Good thing most of that shit was backed up on my networked hard drive. Well, guess what died next?
5. One of my laptops got stolen. Obviously a 100% data loss.

All in one year. And that year ain’t even over yet.

Yeah, I had backups. Hell, I had backups of the backups in some cases. But what happens when FOUR pieces of hardware die (or vanish) in one year? What THEN? I can cry about it, or I can make up funny names for it and learn from the whole thing. What did I learn?

No matter how many precautions you take, when the world (or God) wants to take something away from you… it’s fucking gone.

Having nerves of steel

Means being able to… at a moment’s notice… look disaster straight in the eye and tell it to fuck all the way off.

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The World

You know when it sucks to be an amateur writer?

When there’s no shortage of ideas…
…no shortage of words with which to write those ideas…

But the world and everything and everyone in it is constantly SCREAMING at you to do things OTHER than create… other than the ONE thing I want to do more than anything else. People wonder why my work is so dark and angry and where I get the state of mind to constantly murder people in strange new ways.

YOU do it. You and this world you built.

Well FUCK the world, I’m writing anyway.

The Myth of Hard Work

The world is full of people who worked hard and died broke.
OBVIOUSLY “working harder” is not the way to achieve your dreams.
The people who “work hard” are toiling so that other people… probably people they don’t even know… can achieve THEIR goals.

Knowing WHAT to do and HOW do to something are orders of magnitude more important than the time and effort you spend actually doing it, whatever “it” is.

That’s the secret. That’s what “they” don’t want you to know. The rest is up to you.

You know what I hate?

People who hate money.
People who think that money automatically “poisons” anything worthwhile.
People who hate rich people simply because they’re rich (or are trying to become rich).
People who think there’s something WRONG with wanting to get paid.
People who think they actually have some kind of INPUT into how much money another person should have or make.

Money is not the root of all evil. The actual quote says that LOVE of money is the root of all evil. But you know what… even the actual quote is wrong. (I don’t care where it came from, it’s still WRONG). The real root of all evil is ENVY.

All the people on my list above don’t really hate money. They hate fact that someone ELSE has more of it than they do. THAT’S the root of all evil. The world would be a lot better off if paid less attention to the contents of other peoples’ pockets and more attention to the contents their own minds and hearts.

“Yeah, eat the rich but PAY ME, MOTHERFUCKER!” – (hed)PE.

Writer’s Creed

“I can’t deal with the real world any more. It’s broken and I can’t fix it. So I’ll just create another one.”

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DI On: Preparing for the apocalypse

I’m just stockpiling bullets! I’m sure there’ll be a pacifist around here that has plenty of stockpiles of everything ELSE.

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Eternal Boredom IS Eternal Torment

The Christians need to work on their marketing strategy, because I’m not really sold on the whole Heaven thing.

Singing songs and praising God? All day? Forever? Umm…no thanks, I haven’t enjoyed church since I was a fetus, and probably not even then. Can I sing Marilyn Manson and Rob Zombie songs instead? I like those better.

Surrounded by family members that I either never met or didn’t go out of my way to spend time with when they were alive? Meanwhile, all of the even remotely interesting people will be “elsewhere”. Sounds like like the most boring party ever thrown… with the added benefit that it lasts FOREVER.

The answers to all of life’s questions… once it’s too late to actually DO anything with the information? Gee, thanks.

Getting to see God might be cool, but He’s probably all like: “Don’t look at me or I’ll melt your eyes out.” That wouldn’t be cool. At all.

Streets of gold? Is gold actually WORTH anything in Heaven? Is there an economy? Because if not, then those streets might as well be paved with regular-ass asphalt.

What if I don’t like milk OR honey? Can I get Southern Comfort and KFC instead?

All my illnesses cured with a new, perfect body? Sweet! I can eat all the carbs and smoke all the cigarettes and have all the unprotected sex I want. I bet those wing-babes really- What… No? Well what the fuck!?

Can we at least SEE Hell from there? I bet that lake of fire is fucking awesome. And from a safe distance it probably won’t melt your face off. Might be safer than trying to catch a glimpse of You-Know-Who.

Really, Heaven’s only selling point for me is that it isn’t Hell. And that’s pretty fucked up if you stop and think about it.