Most pointless entry ever. The point is there is no point.

It’s been a while since I made a post, but I think it’s probably okay because not that many people care. Since I’ve lost my music software (I’m still too poor to replace it), I haven’t been very creative. That saddens me. I used to be so arty and pseudo-intellectual. Now I’m just a disheveled weirdo, but that’s okay too. I can be that. The crazy pills seem to be doing their job. I haven’t felt nearly as depressed, angry, or anxious. Anxiety is something I fear I’m always going to have to deal with though. It’s just dyed in the wool at this point. In other news, I read that sometime in November we’re supposed to have 15 days of night, but then I later read that was just a hoax. I wasn’t surprised, but I was disappointed anyhow. That would have been entertaining if nothing else. Anyhoo, I figured I’d update for the hell of it. 

How the hell the Newgrounds user Edkempepper isn't famous yet is beyond me. He's the shit. You should check him out.

The last few days have been rough, but I hope they're gonna get better. I wish the rain would stop for a while. I wrote the following half asleep and drunk:

If God created Satan as some kind of test in which we humans take part, then why would any of us deserve to roast in hellish torture for the rest of all time? If God is omnipotent, then doesn’t he realize that some of us are damned to hell from conception? Sometimes I want to believe in an all powerful God, but then I find myself thinking about these questions. There doesn’t really seem to be much point in life to me other than reaching some kind of contentment. I’m not talking Buddhism/Zen/Nirvana here. I’m talking homeostasis: an equilibrium to your environment.

It’s too easy to trick yourself into thinking that strangers on the internet give a rat’s ass about what you have to say. No one really cares all that much, except maybe those who love you…and people who may or may not be monitoring everything you do online. Well, I guess people care if you have power and money, but I have niether of those things so... I never know just how personal I should make blogs concerning myself. Let’s just say I am feeling a little better than I have been lately. Life still sucks, but it's bareable. I mean, I don’t feel like losing myself to a psychotic fit or drinking until I’m unconscious. So I guess that’s progress.    

I feel so unclean. Although I fed the tick to my zebra dannio fish, I still feel unsettled and violated. On a more serious note, can you image how terrifying a tick the size of a large dog would be? 

I'm still here.
 

I'm too old to be so full of angst. It's pathetic really. Eveything gets on my nerves. Sometimes it feels like my life ended a few years ago and now I'm just a ghost wandering around some kind of purgatory. Or maybe hell. There are certainly enough demons running around.

Booze: The World's Oldest Antidepressant.

Little Anne, Little Anne

Little Anne, Little Anne
She just up and killed a man

Little Anne, Little Anne
Can she do it? Yes she can!

Little Anne, Little Anne
Pieces in the frying pan

Little Anne, Little Anne
Motherfucker’s name was Dan

Little Anne, Little Anne
Will soon do so again

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“These Days”

Most people I overhear seem to believe that “these days” are somehow worse than days past. I am sure you’ve heard others say it too. They apparently believe that society is more desensitized, violent, and nasty today than it has ever been in the past. How someone can come this conclusion after hearing about the Holocaust or The Black Plague is beyond me, but still somehow they do. In fact, it is entirely possible that some of the two or three people reading this may share that opinion, so allow me to pontificate.

Ahem!

The violent, primordially evil nature of man has not changed all that much in the last quarter century, but our ability to communicate with each other is better than ever. So when something newsworthy takes place “these days,” you hear about it almost instantly. It hasn’t always been that way. There was once a time when the occurrence of tragic and/or shocking events often went unnoticed by those living on the other side of the planet, at least until newspapers, radio and government could bring society up to speed with a prepackaged, easy-to-swallow load of horseshit. That, for better and for worse, is not the case today in our age of camera phones, internet, and live news coverage.

So see? The world is not a worse place “these days.” We’re just more aware of how bad the world really is “these days.”