Monday, July 30, 2007
Details
This week I had a couple of those instances. The first was the release of the new Harry Potter book: "Harry Potter and the Boatloads of Cash". Perhaps I may be wrong on the title, but I have gone out of my way to not know what happens. I don't want to read any spoilers. I don't want to know any plot points. I am even avoiding visiting a favorite T-shirt site that I like because when the last HP book came out they made a shirt that gave away the ending.
Incase you haven't read it, the ending to that book is: hahaha--don't worry, I am not that much of a dick to give it away. Plus, I don't know that JK Rowling (pronounced like bowling, who knew?) wouldn't send her hired henchmen to take me out. She has tons of bucks now, more than some countries. You know she has to have hired goons that do her bidding. I know that I would if I was that rich.
The other kind of thing that I don't want to know is to know all the details. Example: I was on the the bus and there was a car accident ahead of us. As we were coming up to it I could see that the ambulances were there, and there were cops, and they were taking people and pulling them out of an overturned vehicle. Now everyone on the bus turned to look at the scene as we went by, except me. I just don't need to take a gander at someone having what could be the worst day of their life. What if there is someone covered in blood? Or people dismembered? Do I really want to see that? My imagination and my knowledge of car accidents is enough that I know what can and does happen. It is not that I am squeamish. By no stretch of the imagination is that the case. I just don't need to see that kind of thing. Car accidents happen. People get hurt. Hopefully they are OK. I just don't need all the details.
The word processing program I am using just locked so I had to reload. I lost about a paragraph. I am a fan of the frequent save. (Ctrl+S)
It does make me wonder why they can't start to get some reliability into these fuckers? Do you have to be a tech geek just to run a few fucking programs, watch a little YouTube and some pornos, and maybe chat with some friends? It seems that the computers are supposedly getting more powerful and yet more full of problems. Just make a fucking box that works! Dammit. when shit used to be made in America and not fucking Asia and Mexico, you bought something and it lasted. That is because it was made by people who took pride in their jobs and stood behind what they made. Now every fucking thing is made to break. Pre-planned obsolescence just to get you to buy a new version in a year or two. Companies aren't selling you a product anymore, they are selling you other products down the line. If you build a fucking good toaster you dumb-asses, then we will buy more of them. You don't have to make a piece of shit toaster, then hope we have to buy another piece of shit toaster from you in a year. Is that so fucking hard to get?
The other thing is that you don't know who is building anything anymore. Every company is owned by another company that is owned by another company. How the hell are you supposed to even know if you are getting something good if you don't even know who the hell is making what you are getting? Shit. What the hell does it matter anyway. It's all made in China. Or owned by Rupert Murdoch. Or Google.
Fuck it. Don't buy anything. It ain't worth it. If Americans took a month off from buying shit they didn't need that would show the corporations and government who is boss. Maybe it would send the global economy into a tailspin, forcing the federal government to enforce mandatory buying for the citizenry. You would be required to buy a certain amount of useless products a week. Debt would become mandatory, well more mandatory than it is now. Or we would enter a massive depression, and anarchy and chaos would spread. But, is that such a bad thing? Laterzzz...
Labels: America, details, economy, Harry Potter
Thursday, July 05, 2007
It's July?
Let's see, yesterday was the 4th. Time to set off high powered explosives to celebrate the birth of our country. Of course, fireworks are illegal in most states and in others, with the drought and fire alerts, setting off fireworks could burn down the state. See, making fireworks illegal (and don't get me started on those pussy-ass sparklers) is just another example of one of Biff's rules:
Labels: food, history, movie, summer, TV