Tuesday, July 14

The Great Internet Theft

Folks, I am distressed.
For the longest time, I had no problem acquiring an Internet connection. Now here I sit, stealing the Internet from my neighbors so that I can complain about stealing the Internet.
In a society where the Internet is one of the most important connections human beings can use for communication, why may I ask, is it so damned expensive?!
My roommates and I are all working, studying, and contributing members of society. Why is it, I ask, that we should have to pay for a service that is nearly REQUIRED to survive? The Internet is a movement; you can now pay your bills, book hotels, and even grocery shop on-line! Why is it that this service has not become accessible to the public? We all know that it eventually will reach that point; why not now?
Did you know that you can now access the internet in most Dunkin' Donuts locations? I had NO IDEA! If that is possible, than how is it that we do not have global-access internet?
That aside, there is the teeny tiny matter of up-to-date knowledge of the news and whats happening in the world. I'll be honest with you. Half the time, I have no idea what's going on outside of the small town I live in. Why? NO access to media sources. Only a few weeks ago, a shooting happened on the street next to ours and I didn't hear about it for more than a week!
UNNECESSARY. UGH.

Saturday, March 14

Twitter

http://twitter.com/mc_enaj

I do so love technological advancements.
This website, while somewhat annoying at eight in the morning when I'm trying to sleep, may be one of the greatest concepts I've ever encountered.
The idea behind it, basically, is instant communication for mass access. One gathers a group of "followers" and can post updates on every day life; one hundred forty characters of "What's up?".
Now normally, I would be convinced that Twitter was a cult. I know...perhaps a bit of a conspiracy theorist, at times. It certainly might be an addiction. But there is one important common platform: mass communication, and on an open network. One can actually engage in conversation with people that aren't necessarily 'friends', but have the potential to be such.
Celebrities have acquired a taste for the service, meeting their fans on a common platform. Of course, this is all the politics of fame, but the concept as a whole is intriguing. \
I'll update on this as it progresses.
Hmmm.

Monday, March 9

When I said I Didn't Care...

That was exactly what I meant.
I have seen a great many things in my life. I don't expect you to believe the things I say, because many unusual strokes of luck have befallen me, and I have been blessed to see a great many things. Part of who I am stems from this; my social awkwardness.
I don't trust people, because they don't trust me first. This is true for most people, and because of that, and the lack of solid evidence against me, I'm not terribly concerned by what others think of me.
Also, in regard to the recent hate mail saga, I am less than shocked. Drama is like a drug for some people, and they'll instigate for any given reason. People are mostly pathetic, and that's just facts.

Most wonder why a person with as much energy and attitude as I have hates humanity. Well folks, there it is. Shameless and obnoxious anonymous attempts on my feelings, and the only one looking stupid is the anonymous poster.
Why? Because my blog is for people to read if they're INTERESTED, not if they feel that I deserve an open attack.

Like I said, anon.
We're obviously not friends for a reason, and if you're someone I've hung out with in the last two months, you're fake as fuck to begin with. :)

On The Subject Of Anonymous Hatemail

My educated guess on this topic leads me to the age-old practice of back-stabbing.
Why is it exactly, that people feel the need to say nasty, untrue things about other human beings? Especially those who hardly know the party in question?
I suppose to each his own is the explanatory phrase for this one, but I for one, do not make a point of being rude to someone in secret.
I mean, let's be serious for a moment. Who are you to splatter someones character, when you're too ashamed to admit to your own identity?
Interesting, but I always thought that those who spoke openly were remembered, and those who remained anonymous were never noticed in the first place...

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i am young, though every sunrise brings another aching muscle, another sore joint. i am wise, though every mistake holds consequences, and every hurt makes room for emptiness. I will one day rise; face myself, and let knowledge run rampant.