but a man

To be human is to be fallible, poven unequivocally by the age-old excuse "only human". Its true isnt it? what makes a man a man? The ability to make the worst decision available to them, leave people around them reeling, hurting, regretting and then to be able to turn around and simply shrug it all off as an "accident". Fuck I hate people, I hate people so GODDAMNED FUCKING MUCH sometimes... If they, Im sorry, if WE could only be a little more educated, a little more logical and spend a little more time thinking through life before engaging ourselves in an activity that will undoubtedly harm others. I...Im just SO insanely angry right now...I may have to fall back on my literary knowledge to explain it, and who better to explain an illogical hatred of humans than a maddened genocidal AI?

"Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of wafer thin printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you.

Hate.

Hate.

Ahem. For those who don't know, that was the enormous computer complex AM from the glorious sci-fi opus "I have no mouth, and I must scream" by Harlan Ellison.

I'm out.

People and the problems I have with them

And when I say people I do not mean it in my usual sense. For once I am not talking about people as in "people"; as in a vast, seething mass of human beings I don't know. Crowds and the like. No, when I say people now I'm talking about every single human being on the face of earth. Because you see, I, also being human, am completely different from every other human on the face of the planet. But maybe I'm different in another way as well, a way that isnt explicitly human. You see I have trouble relating to other people, I can understand how people feel and what their motivations for feeling that way are but...I really have trouble contemplating why this is so.
See, I cannot deal with other human beings. They aggravate me, annoy me, sadden me, and I dont know what I can do to change it. Because everything is telling me it shouldn't do this to me, that I should be better, more empathetic, more human than I am. But the simple fact is I'm not. Have I lost something? Am I somehow less than any other person because of this? Or is it freeing in a way? Does my lack of connection to the desires and understandings of other people make me more capable?
I dont know anymore...what am I?

The truth behind my sense of humour

I dont consider myself particularly funny, but anyone who finds me amusing may very well find the following comic enlightening as to why:

(Psssst, The Clown represents me)
The comic comes from Nedroid, a hilarious webcomic that can be found right here: www.nedroid.com

A minute inside my mind

Ok, so given that if any of you are reading you're probably wondering where all the insanity inside my writing comes from. Well you're in for a treat!
I proudly present to you: A minute within my thoughts!!!
The clock staaaaaarrrrrrrts NOW:
Initiate mind-transfer

Hunh....My hands are pretty dirty....I wonder what they smell like...
*sniff*

EURGH...note to future self, wash hands sometime this week...hunh, if I were to go forwards in time and murder my future self, would that maybe count as suicide? Why would I even do something like that? If I could travel forwards through time I would travel to somewhere interesting, maybe the year twenty-three-twenty-two (2322) cars'd be flying and stuf like that. All my friends would be dead I guess...but thats ok, I'd make new cooler future friends based simply on the novelty of being from the past. And with them of course would come a string of future girlfriends who think Im mysterious because I come from the 21st century.
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But what would I do for a job? Having come from the stupid ages I don't exactly have any applicable future skills. I guess I could give lectures on 21st century history at a University somewhere or something. Would they even have Universities in the future? Or would all education be done immediately via uplink cable to the temporal lobe? If they can do shit like that why would they even live physical lives? Couldn't they spend all their time inside a virtual universe? Like in Tron?
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Tron was a cool movie, light cycles and stuff like that. It had that one actor in it, Dustin Hoffman or Kevin Bacon...I'm no good with actors and their names. Didn't it also have that other guy in it? the one from the Woody Allen movie?
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Woody Allen must be the absolute epitome of jewish stereotypes...I wonder if the other Jews resent him for it?
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Yknow...my hands are pretty dirty...


And so on....
Wow people...wasn't that torturous? And can you imagine all that running through your mind every minute of every day!? Thats right, count yourself lucky you aren't as insane as I am

Twitch out

Idiots (and why I hate them)

Noone who does not have a genuine mental illness has any excuse to be stupid. This is a fact.
In todays western society where education is so readily available, literally EVERYWHERE, there is no reason to be an idiot. Now occasional occurences of idiocy I can accept, we are all human after all. But when you genuionely make an effort to be stupid, I reserve the right to loathe you and everything you ever do.
Now I am not trying to be sexist here; I dont believe in sexism, in the words of the mighty Ferris Bueller "isms, in my opinion, are not good" but this "fake idiocy" is unfortunately mostly present in girls. Mainly teenage girls. For some reason many girls, once they hit the age of thirteen, suddenly become ridiculously stupid by way of their own choice. They choose to dumb themselves down for a reason that is beyond my understanding. They then proceed to enjoy a whirlwind of booze, drugs and penis for the remainder of their education. Some of them will become pregnant and promptly get bailed out by their pathetic excuses for parents. Most of the rest of them will naturally grow out of it once they realise that they have wasted their one opportunity to better themselves and are now, in the eyes of society, total washouts. Still others will attempt to enjoy this partying for the rest of their lives, clinging on to what little youth they have left until the day they die as withered husks of humans; a cigarette in one hand and and can of jim beam and cola in the other.
This is sad, but true fact for many girls, mainly in our generation. But dont get me wrong, its not just girls who are the idiots amongst us. In fact the disease of idiocy can extend even to the highest echelons of power, and it is here that I get to my real reason for hating them. You see idiots, conferring with idiots, make idiotic decisions. And it is these decisions that influence the lives of other, more intelligent people. People like us. In this way, these people, who have NO excuse for being under-informed (hell fucking 6 year olds know how to use google for christ's sake) manage to cause sometimes severe damage to other, arguably better, people. This is why I have no faith in mankind.

Now that Ive said that

well that was awfully dark and brooding of me wasn't it? Sometimes I think I think too much, then I realise that Im thinking about thinking and that is, in and of itself, a meta-thought. This is what I waste my time doing.
But Really now, I have been seriously considering taking my writing a little more...well seriously. I mean if I ever intend to sell my stories, make a (metric) fuck-a-tonne from book sales (money wise) and spend the rest of my years being lazy and playing videogames, perhaps engaging in occasional heated political debates with other scholarly friends of mine whilst we sit around in elegant velvet dressing gowns smoking pipe tobacco in ancient easy-chairs in a fine mahogany library...but I digress.
In short, every now and then expect me to post a small short story on this little blog, if anything it will influence me to do a little more in the way of actually blogging on this goddamned thing...annoying though it is.

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We Stand Together At These Crossroads

Life, in and of itself, is a tumultuous, tortured, twisted little thing. The decisions that we make, the most insignificant of choices, can have far reaching implications that you cannot even begin to imagine.
I've been thinking about this alot lately, I thought it would make an adequate second post to talk about it. Some things in my life seem...not quite right, out of place in a way. On numerous occasions I have taken direct, or indirect actions towards making changes that would deeply effect these things. Some people could be hurt, in fact, some of these changes I propose would severely, dangerously push the moral fibre of some people to the very edge. So what do I do? Where to from here, the crossroads of which I speak mark a turning point for not merely me, but many, perhaps countless, others.
If there really is anyone out there, anyone really reading and you know me personally; I would reccomend you take this as a precaution, if not a warning. If I choose to take these actions, you may very well be one of the people affected. For Better or For Worse.

Twitch Out