who's in charge, anyway?

computers can be ridiculous sometimes, especially when they suddenly cannot locate paths to files that are used regularly… the paranoid can wonder if there’s a sudden virus or intrusion by some stranger invading their computer privacy identify theft and so on (aren’t buzz words amazing?) and the intellectual cynics can curse Microsoft for the faulty software they churn out that has so many routine errors that the hackers can be masked cuz who knows when it’s a bug and when it’s a cyber-rape…

and will spending money on an anti-virus internet security program help or simply further complicate (hmmmm, simply further complicate… now there’s a sweetly appropriate phrase for humanity that would have many legendary minds from freud to socrates to shakespeare to descartes laughing {that is, if they had senses of humors, or humours, after all} cuz irony is amusing when you step back and stop taking everything so seriously, at least in books like the hitchhiker’s guides, ya know?) the question (or quest for an answer, yeah, quest ion is the quest for an answer, gotta love the language, but that’s sort of beside the point, isn’t it)…

are we having fun yet?...

life is kind of like a sanitized horror movie, the clean-up crew is us, or at least those of us who chose ignorance whether through religion or propriety or just plain old ordinary mental blindness brought on by fear… how many brain cells have you turned off (or killed) today?... yeah, why get serious, it’s all just way too funny… like the news constantly reminds us, we need to be concerned, we need to fear, worry, be self-righteously upset and above all else, we need to know… the news is the best soap opera out there, for those into soap operas, that is… at least horror movies show you the guts and gore and crap… I mean, people do do actually go to the bathroom in real life, after all…

while all the boys are rushing over to thesuperficial (yes, the site is real and terribly amusing once you get past the puritan ethic and glazed over narrative quasi-worshipping {or is that whoreshipping?} the latest celeb fads to see (or get a gander of, even) hot shots of jessica alba’s butt, all the boys still awake, that is, cuz most of the world does sleep after dark, after all, but I never could imagine why when the night is the most fun part of the day, we’ll just sit here fondling our language and linguistically masturbating (what?... you don’t masturbate several times a day in a variety of ways?... what are you, strange?) in our minds… idle hands my eyes, aye?...

if there ever was a point to this entry (and you know there always was, though quite often it gets lost in all the words {doe-eyed stare,, cha know}, but rarely does the human mind follow the trains of thought rushing through the station that is a blog post, entry and exit, no doubt… track number nine and three quarters , if you please… we wouldn’t want to be accused of not being normal, after all… phoebe cates too…

stay the course, full speed ahead, and stroke, stroke, stroke…

some of the strangest entries come from allowing random images from whatever happens to be on tv at the moment I am writing (especially when randomly changing channels at random moments while tapping keys), but the internet can be even stranger as there’s less censorship and therefore, more randomness… randomness is so much fun sometimes… and strange, so very strange…

which came first, propriety or paranoia… I mean, does the obsession with being normal and right create the paranoia or does the paranoia create the obsession with being normal and right… that is the question that should have been asked, but then, it was, it just might have been too simplified for the masses in to be or not to be… to be what? after all, that is the question too… there are always questions within questions, ya know, layers of knowledge and intricacy that (wait for It, wait for it) simply complicates everything…

which came first, the simple or the complex… of course there are many who’d argue that the simple had to come first because the complex is built on combining simples in various orders and structures and interwoven manners until a complex is produced, but there may still be a few of the mind that the whole started first and everything came from some big bang when the whole was dispersed into an infinite number of simples, or simplers, at least… it depends on whether you see the universe from the big picture on down or from the components of the atoms on up… elementary, my dear Watson, and the ultimate difference between minds may simply be the answer to the query, but who’s in charge, anyway…

whatever you get out of it, I hope it was good :)