It’s important to have a good filter on what kind of information you take in. You have to build an internal credibility list when reading or talking to others. People who do this correctly build up a huge wealth of knowledge that is factual, useful, and pertinent. If they’re really talented, they can combine these details and formulate their own theories and explanations on things. That’s how a good memory works.

We’re so inundated with bullshit and noise from a plethora of external sources that people just don’t ever hone that skill. They take poor sources as gospel and spread erroneous facts to whoever will listen. The problem is exasperated when they never get checked by people who know better.

So yes, I correct people a lot because I know better. Letting some doofus get away with telling someone else “the great wall of China can be seen from space” would be promoting ignorance. The people who get angry with that? Well, they’re fucking idiots who like living in shaded ignorance. It’s not about being a know-it-all, it’s about curbing this never ending stream of bad information.

I think I get unfairly maligned in some respects because I have a higher level of expectation of people. I understand that people are inherently different so I can’t expect everyone to be hyper intelligent, pragmatic, or hard working. If you don’t have a combination of those qualities though, I really don’t have a high opinion of you.

You can compensate in life. If you’re stupid, you can work harder to offset where you lack. Productivity matters because what’s the point of life if you can’t make any sort of meaningful contribution to anything. That’s why I hold a special level of disregard hate for people who are both lazy and stupid. That combination is just a formula for pure and abject failure. Someone like that merely consumes and produces no tangible output. How can I respect that?

Apologies for previous emo breakdown. It was a bad week. Fortunately, it was capped off with a hell of a weekend.

Who’d of thunk it?

The hidden gems peppered all over the U.S. are forcing me to re-evaluate how much of a good time can be had even in a city of lesser prominence. Lost under the glitz of the New Yorks, the lights of Vegas, and turd in the punch bowl that is LA lie undiscovered weekend paradises like Minneapolis which if it weren’t for a close friend, I probably would’ve completely overlooked the city for the rest of my life.

So here are just a few random things that pop into my head as I try to recall the things that transpired.

• Snap, as in in half, a loaf of french bread by a Target cashier before she stuffed it into a bag while remarking “What? It’s just bread” to a look of disgust. Sadly, I wasn’t there physically for this one.
• Cackle, as in the inappropriate laugh at a txt message comment that involved a girl and a possible mustache.
• Pop, as in the last sound Rice Crispy’s of Kellogg’s makes and they suck. Go General Mills. (I just ran out of shit to say)

I’ve checked off “Purify myself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka” on my Life’s To Do list.

It’s a tragic world we live in. The naivety of some who believe their cause can save everyone just becomes insulting because how can anyone truly believe they have the answers without having ever walked in shoes of a different size. Calling it harsh would be a glaring understatement. But the simple fact of the matter is some people are just broken. There’s a predilection in believing everything has an answer or a cure. There isn’t.

People are just broken. Some can be a victim of chance while others can be a victim of circumstance while others both. It doesn’t mean it can be fixed. I’ve been around long enough to come to the realization that I’m one of these people. Too jaded by losses, hypocrisy, and the burden that comes with life without blinders, the brilliance of a rose whilst surrounded by the yells of the ignorant, the sight of corpses, and the scent of carrion can scarcely be ignored and appreciated. The perpetual loop of excuses, accusations, and pandering just become a broken record that skip away with no real substance ever to surface.

Hope is the beautiful pipe dream that comes on a post card spat out an assembly line reassuring the prospective that things will turn around. It’s not a real fix. It’s more reminiscent of a quick score by a junkie. To what end can something broken serve? A cautionary tale? How much sympathy can you drum up for a robot that has lost its cause?

The ironic thing about having the same argument for the umpteenth time is when someone inevitably says “you don’t ever change.” It’s as if the expectation of change can only occur on one side.  Not exactly something with a remedy is it? So in a word…

Twelve fucking years, we finally have the sequel in hand. I’ll be damn near 40 when the third one comes out. At least, it was worth the wait so far. I have a very small bone to pick with the game because I’m nitpicky whiney bitch. Although I’m not ready to file a class action lawsuit though.

Personally, I like games with a linear storyline. Neatly wrapped packages appeal to my meticulous nature. I don’t want to have to choose between pissing off a hot cartoon doctor or pissing off the Protoss.

Why force me to make a choice!?

I hate to be repetitive but when it comes to whiney people, I just can’t help but keep beating that poor dead horse. Yes, I’m whining about whiners but my solution (shoot them) isn’t acceptable.

There was some hysterical mania going on a while back about the new iPhone and how it doesn’t hold reception if you hold it a certain way. Basically, it was just some shit blown out of proportion by some shitty blowhard journalism majors that wormed their way into the media. These are the people who stare at you with a blank face when you have to sit there and explain to them with a straight face that the reason their computer won’t turn on is because it isn’t plugged in. So they drummed up a bunch controversy where you needed to hold phones with a kung-fu grip while simultaneously doing a flying crane stance to make your phone drop 2 bars.

ma fones, dey dont callin my derpz

Whiney people bitch and moan with other whiney people. What happens is it becomes a circlejerk of bitchy whiney herpa derp braindead nitwits forming a coalition of the stupid. Generally, that’s how dumbass class action lawsuits are formed. You know the kind I’m talking about. They’re the ones that raise a big stink in the Wall Street Journal and causes the stock price to dip for a couple of days followed by a year in court of dicking each other around until everyone forgets about it. Fast forward into the future when 3 generations of the same product has already been released, the law firm of Dewey, Fuckem, and Howe has reaped the benefits of the $500 million settlement to which the circlejerk coalition of the stupid probably gets a coupon for 15% off their next purchase.

/Hunches over and pulls out my cane. You know back in my day when you bought a piece of shit product, you know what you did? You fucking returned it because it was a piece of shit so shut the fuck up.

I don’t even have the effort to complain about shit anymore. I’m fighting with a force so strong that I don’t even cling on to hope anymore. I just sort of drag this shit along until one day I can summon up the courage and move onto an island somewhere where I don’t have to see another fucking moron again.

Fuck everything.

Cheesy cliché movie trailer dialog aside, I have not been this excited for a video game in years.

It might be time to pick up a good solid video game again.

SCV reporting for duty!

This is just one of the things I’ll never understand regarding male restroom behavior. What’s with the guy that brings his pants all the way around his ankles while he’s taking a shit? As if that isn’t weird enough, I saw someone’s earbuds hit the restroom floor while he was blowing mud. So you’re jamming tunes while you’re taking a shit. Ok that’s a new one, to each their own I guess. But why the hell are you letting that shit the floor while you’re wiping?

That shit is gross. You hurried past me as I was washing my hands with no shame. On top of that, you didn’t even wash your hands yourself. Now I gotta touch that shit residue door handle on my way out. Purell can’t sanitize my brain from your disgustingness.

Fucking weirdos.

My creative pool is empty from drought.