A cranky old man (Presumably... Or it was Waye Mason...) on the internet demanded someone post a link to something that explains why our Politicians are tit headed morons, knuckle dragging, and incompetent boobs.
I posted links to the Waye Mason entries.
To which he responded by going on a rant about the 'unreputable blog'...
For everyone over the age of 35, let me explain something about the internet to you.
If you consider something 'unreputable'; all it takes is a quick Google search, and you will find out (Sometimes you will have to figure out, through critical thinking.); that the information is either true or false.
Of course CBC has turned off commenting on the story, so it's impossible for me just to say this to that guy; so I am saying it here; because if I said it on Facebook; I couldn't generate ad revenue from the words.
Thank you, Google; oh supreme corporate over lords.
I'm insomniac as fuck; and have been dealing with depression on various levels over the last few years.
That isn't what this blog is about; it's my absolute goal to not make this blog one of those whiny blogs where the author just says "FUCK FUCK FUCK" over and over again, as life repeatedly rapes the author senseless.
Beyond crippling depression at times, the worst problem I encounter in my day to day is that my oat cakes were resting on a plate that had fried fish on it, so now my breakfast tastes like old fish oats.
The reason I am weirded out by it being 8 am is I am never awake at this time, unless entering it from the other side of being up all night; but also because today is dark; it's dark enough that I thought it was much later in the day, and even thought it was evening for a couple deluded moments.
Where am I going with this?
I donno... I'm new to this blog thing... It doesn't have to go anywhere does it?
Blogs seem a lot like life; you can make it have a beginning, middle, and end; or you can career utterly out of control through it, in no particular order; so long as you leave perma dying for last.
I'm gonna go pour a cup of coffee and smoke some of the devil's lettuce; and see if that inspires me to write something here other than the dreck that is waking up.
......... Be right back... I'll leave Cypress Hill playing for you...
Alright... I'm back and Baltic folk tales are playing over the stereo; no idea what they are about; I presume a little mischievous bunny, because of the sound of the music at one point kind of sounds like it should involve some dick head bunny as a main hero who harasses what I assume is a wolf in a swamp, based on the other music in the story.
While on the smoke break, and preparing coffee; the thoughts of what this blog will be about swirled about in my head; and instead of deciding on a specific topic, as many blogs do; like parenting (I'm not a parent...), house ownership (The whole point of this blog is to get land to build a house on, so I can't talk about that yet...), or any number of Grown Up Topics...
The final subject choice was: I'm just going to write whatever happens to come along.
I write naturally; and have a wide range of interests; so consider this second blog entry some more of the first entry; in which I am working out the space time continuum of this "Blog thing"; not saying anything yet; but getting warmed up.
The button in the bottom right corner of this screen says: "Complain to Google"; it makes me want to write them a list of all the complaints I have with the world; maybe Google can fix them; as far as evil, giant corporations go; I'm pretty impressed with Google so far, other than their relentless spying on us; at least they have the ad service we can generate income from; so as far as Corporate Over Lords go; my money and alligence is with Google... And Tesla... I love Tesla; Elon Musk is the goddamn future.
On that note; I should prolly read the rules of posting and find out which words I can and cannot use on this blog; I am constantly being banned on Facebook for using Forbidden Words, which the New World Culture cannot tolerate; and even though I do not use these words the way the Forbidden Word Police claim I intend them, I must stop using them, simply because; times have changed and one cannot just arbitrarily say words that mean one thing, but using them to mean another thing; even though this is English and it's the most chaotic language ever invented... Maybe...
With each blog post I will link both a painting and a video which is my own work.
Have always had enough money and food that I'm still alive; never have needed more.
Have eaten out of a lot of garbage cans along the way.......... Can eat better that way, than I can with money sometimes.
This is typical of the gritty cyber punk detective novel with a heavy dosing of magic and drugs; that is my life.
Recently a friend introduced me to the term 'Dark Jazz'; a term I had been looking for going on many years now; that smooth jazz that plays for all the right moments.
This music has helped the cyber punk detective vibe life grow a bit thicker.
The point is... I have to generate more money than I do; so I started monetizing my YouTube videos; and then found out about this blog spot thing Google has going for it and that I can stuff ads in there also.
I like to write; my Facebook is fucking full of inane bullshit.
Zuckerberg is always banning me too; and he doesn't pay me anything; so fuck him.
I'm gonna write here from now on; and get my ponies to work for me.
What do I need money for?
Buying land!
My imagination has reached a point where I need multiple acres of untouched landscape to... work with...
Things I am intending to do will be revealed over time through writing here; I am sure; so no need to get into details now; other than it's a farm; to put it bluntly.
Check out my paintings at:
www.facebook.com/FigureEight
Once I finished building my website again, that will be the main repository for paintings; but until then; it's Zuckerberg...
