I wonder how much computers are changing the way humans interact?
We do so much on the net these days that it's possible to live your entire life behind the PC, never bothering to leave your home and saving a fortune on deodorant.
A man from Canada can now marry a woman from Beijing, because they met on the net. Something that would never have happened otherwise! What a way to mix genetics! (Our ancestors would probably frown and mumble, "Yer cousin Betsy woulda made a fine woman vir ye, she's got em birthing hips...")
Even "everyday" dating is different. Long ago, back in the dark ages, aka pre-internet, you met up with your sweetie on your date, had a great time, watched a movie, snogged a bit, wondered to yourself if this could lead to a white picket fence and two kids scenario, got dropped off at home and then days or weeks could go by without seeing them again, where you anxiously watch the telephone and wonder, Why don't they phone me, when they're home wondering the same thing! This was the norm!
But now you go home and pretty much pick up your conversations where you left off. Instant messaging, webcams and social sites all mean you don't have to wait a nano second more and if s/he doesn't message you within 15 minutes of the date then you're just, like, so doomed doll!!
Which is kind of ironic then that depression and loneliness are also two statistics that are rising. You chat with your cyber friends 24/7 but then still go to bed feeling somewhat unsatisfied.
The fact is we're genetically hardwired to enjoy the actual living, breathing, sometimes rather funky smelling, physical closeness of other human beings! Even greasy haired emos who are Eternally Suffering, want at least a few living breathing members of society to witness their their battle and eventual decent into darkness! (Mostly because candle light is not very illuminating).
I suspect that's basically even a serial killers modus operandi, a sort of very twisted way of saying, "Hey everyone, look at me! look at me! Aren't I clever? Aren't I worth being noticed?"
We're getting more and more cloistered behind our monitors. Meeting people in real life is becoming less of an option and more of a bother. There's a certain safety in being behind a screen that being face to face strips away. It's easier to take a digital rejection then a flesh and blood one. It hurts less and you can just put an ad up for a new friend, lol etc.
But a computer is a pretty lame friend to do things with, even so. (Mind they are getting smaller and smaller and more high tech, it's probably just a matter of time before they can interact more and then who knows, snog you back and promise to love you above all other organic tissues?)
And it's highly unlikely that society will just one day heave a mass shrug and go, "Meh, computers were fun but I'm bored now, lets play frisbee!" Technology is here to stay, regardless of what the Amish, and that cult down the road, are secretly hoping.
So don't forget your friends!!!
Remember to take time out to be with the living! Friendship can take a lot of strain but there are breaking points as well! And I bet you anything that a day in the company of good chums, laughing, breathing and burping, will give you a high that a whole week on skype or gtalk has yet to be able to reproduce!
Look! Sunshine! Go outside already!!!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Thursday 07 July 2011 - Narcissistic much?
I often hear folk debating existentialism and the big question of, "WHY ARE WE ALL HERE?"
I never have had that problem.
I already know why people exist.
To Entertain me!!!
Duh!
Sometimes people really do overlook the obvious...
I never have had that problem.
I already know why people exist.
To Entertain me!!!
Duh!
Sometimes people really do overlook the obvious...
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Wednesday 06 July 2011 - how beautiful we are
I have to make a most indignant second thought today! I've been watching some girls trying to decide how best to get rid of a "Loser" who happens not to be the worlds most sexiest guy! They don't know him or have even chatted to him, but he's not gorgeous ergo not worth the effort!
Aaaah you lot are so daft!!!
Why, why, why are folk so hung up on appearances? I mean sure, if the guy's got third stage leprosy it might not be wise to kiss and cuddle but the vast majority of "ugly" people only have a few imperfections!
A bit too fat, too thin, too tall, too short, too nerdy, too poor, (never too rich I notice...), wears glasses, wears chinos, too much hair, far too little, frizzy hair, bald, buck teeth, no teeth, yellow teeth...
Do you know how few people look like Prince charming? Or Princess... what the hell is the female version... Princess Darling? And the thing that get's me is that the girls being so mean aren't exactly all supermodels themselves!
We're human beings, we have physical flaws, so be it! But we also have kindness, generosity, a sense of humour *swoon*, friendliness, happiness and the ability to give one hell of a cuddle!! At least take these into consideration, who the person really is, deep deep down inside, before you toss them aside like tinder!*
Cause having only looks is a bit like art, pretty to look at and admire, but no to spend time with at a picnic! I want to laugh, and be silly and make bad jokes with someone, not listen to them whine about broken nails, or mussed hair, and that's just the guys!
So maybe just think a bit before you judge someone by how they look! You could be throwing away the love of your life, or the best friend you could ever have had!
*p.s. - I used the word tinder because I was going to say, "Like a used faggot" but I'm one of only 2% of the world who knows I'm not talking about a rejected gay guy...
Aaaah you lot are so daft!!!
Why, why, why are folk so hung up on appearances? I mean sure, if the guy's got third stage leprosy it might not be wise to kiss and cuddle but the vast majority of "ugly" people only have a few imperfections!
A bit too fat, too thin, too tall, too short, too nerdy, too poor, (never too rich I notice...), wears glasses, wears chinos, too much hair, far too little, frizzy hair, bald, buck teeth, no teeth, yellow teeth...
Do you know how few people look like Prince charming? Or Princess... what the hell is the female version... Princess Darling? And the thing that get's me is that the girls being so mean aren't exactly all supermodels themselves!
We're human beings, we have physical flaws, so be it! But we also have kindness, generosity, a sense of humour *swoon*, friendliness, happiness and the ability to give one hell of a cuddle!! At least take these into consideration, who the person really is, deep deep down inside, before you toss them aside like tinder!*
Cause having only looks is a bit like art, pretty to look at and admire, but no to spend time with at a picnic! I want to laugh, and be silly and make bad jokes with someone, not listen to them whine about broken nails, or mussed hair, and that's just the guys!
So maybe just think a bit before you judge someone by how they look! You could be throwing away the love of your life, or the best friend you could ever have had!
*p.s. - I used the word tinder because I was going to say, "Like a used faggot" but I'm one of only 2% of the world who knows I'm not talking about a rejected gay guy...
Wednesday 06 July 2011 - whine whine whine
Ooooooh! I bunged up my right leg! No nice, overly long, 5 hour walk for me today! Sigh! I shall be a caged monkey, forced to stay indoors, with the heater and food and anime, on a cold, cold day! How cruel!!!
It tells you how addicted I am to walking that I'd really rather just go for a walk, no jokes or sarcasm, bugger the rest!
I like being active! That is the only, only, only, big plus to being woefully unemployed, is that I do so have time to go out and about and appreciate the world! (Someone has to do it! I should get paid...)
But I do get to:-
see the other unemployed people and wave hello - we have a passing acquaintance;
marvel at the prices Checkers expects me to pay for oranges, oh hell no;
check the mail - sometimes there's interesting stuff, my divorce papers perhaps;
walk through waves of school kids - except on school holidays, gods bless them so;
step on acorns and egg shells and listen to that very satisfying CCCCCCCRUNCH under my shoe;
avoid the eyes of perverts - occasionally the hands as well;
wave at kids in buses;
bark back at dogs - most ignore me but some are rather taken aback;
buy bananas - oh bananas
and walk back home again, feeling my steps getting lighter and lighter as home gets closer and closer! (Esp. if someone's home!)
Okay that's just really really made me want to walk now. *Gets up, hobbles a bit, grimaces a lot, sits back down*
Okay, so who wants to chat on gtalk while I surf the net for employment? Suddenly that seems so very much more fun!!!
*stifles small sob*
It tells you how addicted I am to walking that I'd really rather just go for a walk, no jokes or sarcasm, bugger the rest!
I like being active! That is the only, only, only, big plus to being woefully unemployed, is that I do so have time to go out and about and appreciate the world! (Someone has to do it! I should get paid...)
But I do get to:-
see the other unemployed people and wave hello - we have a passing acquaintance;
marvel at the prices Checkers expects me to pay for oranges, oh hell no;
check the mail - sometimes there's interesting stuff, my divorce papers perhaps;
walk through waves of school kids - except on school holidays, gods bless them so;
step on acorns and egg shells and listen to that very satisfying CCCCCCCRUNCH under my shoe;
avoid the eyes of perverts - occasionally the hands as well;
wave at kids in buses;
bark back at dogs - most ignore me but some are rather taken aback;
buy bananas - oh bananas
and walk back home again, feeling my steps getting lighter and lighter as home gets closer and closer! (Esp. if someone's home!)
Okay that's just really really made me want to walk now. *Gets up, hobbles a bit, grimaces a lot, sits back down*
Okay, so who wants to chat on gtalk while I surf the net for employment? Suddenly that seems so very much more fun!!!
*stifles small sob*
Monday, July 4, 2011
Tuesday 05 July 2011 - Forboding....
I'm off to the dentist and this song won't stop playing in my head:-
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Friday 01 July 2011 - don't mess with mr inbetween
Why do we focus on the bad so much? If you think about it, and are really really really honest with yourself, the majority of our days are spend "in the good!"
We wake up alive (always a good start) get to work alive (regardless of the attempts of other motorists), we don't get fired (regardless of our own attempts), we have fun with friends or surfing the net, we go home again, we eat food that doesn't kill us, we have hot baths, we go to bed in a bed that's soft and fluffy, or close enough. All in all, very good things!
But let us break a nail, or burn our lunch or get yelled at by our fat, pompous boss (who was okay yesterday but today, oooh, today he sucks!), ding the car or find out we've run out of beetroots for supper, and what meal can exist with beetroot, and suddenly, for us THE WHOLE DAY IS RUINED!!
I think somewhere along the line, probably the first day after we're born, we come to expect that good things will happen to us as a matter of course. We deserve them, the bright and sunny and heartwarming. And we expect them so much that we begin to not even notice them or feel grateful for them. They're "supposed to happen" so why bother?
Right up until something bad happens. Then it's war! It's panic stations! It's Ohmigod why should I carry on living?! *Wail wail wail* We forget that we are also just as entitled to the bad stuff as we are the sugar candy moments! It's just that, you know, the bad stuff, is icky and we'd rather it happened to someone else, like that guy over there! *points to you*
Now seriously bad things do happen. War, deaths, famine and Celine Dion, and those can have their own blog. But in general the bad things that happen to us are seldom life threatening and are, at worst, just fantastically annoying.
I think the best way to counter all this is to remember to be grateful for all the good little things we have. The "everyday things". If you do then when the bad and woeful things hit, you at least have a sense of perspective. You know your WHOLE life isn't ruined by something small and petty that just irked you.
So how about today you try focus on, and really NOTICE the positive? Like that annoying song from long ago (that no one but me knows because everyone else listens to the exact same music and never bothers to try different things):-
"You've got to accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
And latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between (He has a dodgy smile and sweaty hands...)"
Now go do it already!!
We wake up alive (always a good start) get to work alive (regardless of the attempts of other motorists), we don't get fired (regardless of our own attempts), we have fun with friends or surfing the net, we go home again, we eat food that doesn't kill us, we have hot baths, we go to bed in a bed that's soft and fluffy, or close enough. All in all, very good things!
But let us break a nail, or burn our lunch or get yelled at by our fat, pompous boss (who was okay yesterday but today, oooh, today he sucks!), ding the car or find out we've run out of beetroots for supper, and what meal can exist with beetroot, and suddenly, for us THE WHOLE DAY IS RUINED!!
I think somewhere along the line, probably the first day after we're born, we come to expect that good things will happen to us as a matter of course. We deserve them, the bright and sunny and heartwarming. And we expect them so much that we begin to not even notice them or feel grateful for them. They're "supposed to happen" so why bother?
Right up until something bad happens. Then it's war! It's panic stations! It's Ohmigod why should I carry on living?! *Wail wail wail* We forget that we are also just as entitled to the bad stuff as we are the sugar candy moments! It's just that, you know, the bad stuff, is icky and we'd rather it happened to someone else, like that guy over there! *points to you*
Now seriously bad things do happen. War, deaths, famine and Celine Dion, and those can have their own blog. But in general the bad things that happen to us are seldom life threatening and are, at worst, just fantastically annoying.
I think the best way to counter all this is to remember to be grateful for all the good little things we have. The "everyday things". If you do then when the bad and woeful things hit, you at least have a sense of perspective. You know your WHOLE life isn't ruined by something small and petty that just irked you.
So how about today you try focus on, and really NOTICE the positive? Like that annoying song from long ago (that no one but me knows because everyone else listens to the exact same music and never bothers to try different things):-
"You've got to accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
And latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between (He has a dodgy smile and sweaty hands...)"
Now go do it already!!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Wednesday 29 June 2011 - Deprived!!
I reached the bandwidth cap for the internet today. Two days teasingly before the end of the month. I’m still trying to get over the shock.
There’s nothing worse (well there is plenty, but they can wait their turn),then setting the PC on, clicking on your browser, all dewy with hope and expectation, only for that blasted notice to merrily pop up, saying, in essence, “You’ve run out of ‘width, sorry for you, Hahahaha, whatta shmuck!!!”
It’s terribly depressing, it makes you lose faith in humanity. Like when you don’t get to have bananas for breakfast, it’s just wrong on a micro-molecular level! You feel grumpy. No depressed! No frantic!! No… You couldn’t have more mood swings if you mixed all up all your medication again!
And when it disappears then suddenly, yes suddenly, your memory comes firing on with a brilliance that is well near blinding as you remember everything you had to do on the net! The mails you had to write, the status updates you planned, oh they were to be so witty, the work you needed to mail, the cow you needed to shoot in Farmville...
And yet here you sit, without internet, frantically trying to remember what it is you used to do before the net existed, because there was a time like that once right? But every book looks unsavory, every movie seems blah, and go for a walk in the sunshine? Are you freaking mad? That stuff’s bad for you! I read it online… sob… online…
And so in the end you end up dishing out and paying up to get it back up again. And you tell yourself how annoyed you are to be controlled like this, and how unfair it is and… oh look! I got an email telling me I’m the 999 999th person to log on, cor I’m so cool!!
*And everything else in the background fades to neglected black*
There’s nothing worse (well there is plenty, but they can wait their turn),then setting the PC on, clicking on your browser, all dewy with hope and expectation, only for that blasted notice to merrily pop up, saying, in essence, “You’ve run out of ‘width, sorry for you, Hahahaha, whatta shmuck!!!”
It’s terribly depressing, it makes you lose faith in humanity. Like when you don’t get to have bananas for breakfast, it’s just wrong on a micro-molecular level! You feel grumpy. No depressed! No frantic!! No… You couldn’t have more mood swings if you mixed all up all your medication again!
And when it disappears then suddenly, yes suddenly, your memory comes firing on with a brilliance that is well near blinding as you remember everything you had to do on the net! The mails you had to write, the status updates you planned, oh they were to be so witty, the work you needed to mail, the cow you needed to shoot in Farmville...
And yet here you sit, without internet, frantically trying to remember what it is you used to do before the net existed, because there was a time like that once right? But every book looks unsavory, every movie seems blah, and go for a walk in the sunshine? Are you freaking mad? That stuff’s bad for you! I read it online… sob… online…
And so in the end you end up dishing out and paying up to get it back up again. And you tell yourself how annoyed you are to be controlled like this, and how unfair it is and… oh look! I got an email telling me I’m the 999 999th person to log on, cor I’m so cool!!
*And everything else in the background fades to neglected black*
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