I'll leave the party in style

Aw man, lol wut.



I hate having a blog and having nothing to write and no audience, literally, except myself. Goddamn, amirite? Eh, fuck it.



Oh well, I suppose that the amount of work I do dictates the amount of attention my work gets. Shoddy work is shoddy viewer base, and that's exactly what's going on. I have a hard time with beating writers block, see, and it really doesn't help. I blame video games and TV. If those weren't around, I'd do much better, but that could just be an excuse. Hell, it is, I'm sure. Anyway, I lack the wherewithal to do anything good, or anything worth it. I mean, hell, after I write this, all signs point to me just going to class, then going home and MAYBE going for a walk, but then sitting down, maybe after a little house cleaning, and watching The Good Shepherd in time to take it back to Hastings for a credit. After that, I likely won't be doing anything at all worth doing. But hey, look, I've squeezed more words out of this topic than I thought I would, even if it is just a hypothetical outline of a really boring day that no one at all cares about.



    So, ok, I've been having very violent dreams recently, where I have to defend either my property, my life, or someone close to me's life. Usually, they involve knife fighting, but this most recent one allowed me to use my rifle...



...As a club. Yeah, I never fired the damn thing, just hit people with the butt of it. Weird, huh. After that, I got arrested for savagely beating a couple of guys who broke into my house with the intention of causing me and mine bodily harm. I dunno what it means, it may mean that I feel powerless to the whims of the Great Magnet, or that I feel like I'm getting the raw deal in some respect. Well, I guess that's not really much of a surprise. I always feel like I'm getting jerked around by someone, doncha know. Anyway, class is gonna be starting soon, so I'll need to abandon this train of thought, but dang, you know. It's not like anyone reads this anyway. Namaste



whatever the fuck that means.

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Just Sayin'

Sometimes, I feel like the world is
ending. It's a feeling that tends to be there, always in the
periphery of my vision, a ghost that disappears once I try to look
directly at it. The End, I feel, is being worked toward behind the
scenes, away from the eyes of others, and the only way to truly see
it is not to see it, it is to feel it. I feel it as an elderly couple
talk happily about the food they're growing in their garden, while
the news speaks softly in the background. My attention is on the
conversation, but if I wait, and listen to the world around me, as
much of it as I can, the elderly speak, and I hear, somewhere, “Eight
more U.S. Soldiers and journalist were killed in Iraq today, when a
roadside bomb...”

I'll sit outside, and just listen. I'll
hear a helicopter cutting through the sky, and somewhere, far off,
the rumble of traffic.

I'll sit outside and hear the sound of
people talking to one another, and the violence they speak, I'll
picture a robbery, a violent crime, a rape, and I'll see the media
attacking something at random to try to gain psychological footing in
dealing with the killing spree of a madman. Somewhere, bombs are
exploding, right now, someone is being raped, right now, someone is
being robbed, and right now, there is a murder taking place. I sit
here, in my living room, the bottom floor, my window open, and I
clutch at the machete sitting beside me.

The people living in this world are for
too volatile for it. This is why, I feel, there is a rumbling, a
vibration, an underlying sense that before we know it, before I
know it, the world is going to collapse. I can see, now, barely,
maybe, in my minds eye, there are missiles somewhere. I don't know
where, I honestly don't want to. I know, not only from what I've been
told, but from the psychic miasma that hangs over everything, that
somewhere out there, doing God-only-knows-what, in
God-only-knows-where, there is a man with the power to kill everyone
on earth, with a single order. I know that if I were perhaps
somewhere else, right now, if I wasn't exactly where I am now,
exactly as I am now, someone out there would kill me.

I know that I could be moments away
from my own death, and I would never know.

I've always wanted to believe that
before a person dies, they can feel something that they cannot
explain. Before a person dies, their mind, the deepest part of their
subconscious knows what is about to happen, and is screaming at them.
I've always wanted to believe that everything could be made clear by
listening to as much as a person could listen to. Maybe it's just
where I'm from. Maybe there's a reason I look to the other side of
this screen and see headlines like “Two more tornado victims found”
and “Death squads, infighting make for deadly day.”

I suppose I wish I could believe in
reason. But I can't.

It's so noisy, so much. But then, I
guess we're part of this world, and that noise is now a natural part
of the planet. Ah well.

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So, I've been following this whole shooting thing more closely than I tend to follow most news stories, probably due to a combination of the fact that news has been put more into my face due to a class I'm taking, and the fact that there is an aspect to this shooting that I am interested to see develop (which I cannot talk about due to my desire not to break rules 1 and 2). Thusly, I've more or less decided that my opinions on this news story are more informed than my opinions on most of the other news stories. First of all, on the day of the shooting, you'll remember if you scroll down, I stated that video games were gonna be the first fall-guy on this one.

Well, well, well.

By reading/watching the news articles/video above, which was stated ON THE DAY OF, mind you, before they even knew who did it (for instance, in the first link, Jack Thompson refers to the killer as "whoever did this") one would draw the conclusion that people are grossly, grossly misinformed. Geraldo, on a Fox News broadcast I watched, blamed the movie Grindhouse, of all things.
In all seriousness, I don't think I need to refute Jack's statements, because I think he's done a better job doing it himself (when his voice cracks near the end while talking about his son... Priceless.), but I think that, at this moment, with the (admittedly small) amount of information we have available, there is no evidence to support the theory that the killer was a gamer. In fact, if looking for it, one finds evidence that he's NOT a gamer. His roommates never state that they saw him playing video games, in fact, most say that they only saw him writing. The general idea is that he didn't really play video games, watch movies, or hell, even read books.
The police found NO video games in his dorm when they searched it, and, in all honesty, this guy really doesn't seem like the type to game.
I really wouldn't be surprised if the box he sent to NBC turned out to contain a manifesto decrying, among other things, video games.

Point is, nobody really is looking at the ONLY obvious explanation in this case. It wasn't video games, movies, or TV that made him do it, it was the fact that he was

COMPLETELY BATSHIT CRAZY.

And here's the news.

This is the news today. I don't suppose I can add any more information on what's already been said and reported by the major media outlets, so I guess I'll just add my own commentary and musing on this subject.

School shootings are bad news. College shootings doubly so. Why, you ask? Because the kids at college, (as opposed to those at a high school) are choosing to be there, and are well on their way to actively contributing to society. College, at least in my experience, doesn't have the same sort of stresses that contribute to high school shootings, like, well, bullying. That's really the only one I can think of about now. I may not be an expert, but it seems in my experience that bullying is really somewhat of a non-issue in college, due to the slightly more mature denizens thereof.
The question then, is what caused this crazy shooting? At this point, news is spotty. They're not reporting on who did it, or anything like that, so there's nothing left to do except for bloggers like me to make wild accusations and baseless guesses as the motive of this crime. Was it stress? Maybe he was just genuinely crazy?

I think we can all agree on the true culprit here: video games.

Anyway, I may or may not follow this story as it develops, depending on how completely ridiculous it becomes, because ridiculousness is the lifeblood of blogging.

Tube Technolgy

Well, time for my obligatory review of the new Beefy CD.

I've reviewed every single one of these bad boys since Whitesican, and generally do my best to promote pro-Beefy awareness among the denizens of the intarwebbz, so here's this one.

Tube Technology, available for free download (although you really oughtta buy it unless you don't know where this month's rent is coming from. Cough.) at his website, Beefyness.com is his finest offering yet. With each musical outing, his skills have become more honed and expert in their quality. Any followers of his blog or musical career will be able to list off the people that have been influencing his music these days, collaborating with other nerdcore artists such as MC Router (who is also worth checking out) and Shael Riley, as well as fellow sub-stream nerdcore acts like Doc Popular. These people's combined skills in their areas of expertise combine well with Beefy's already untenuous grasp of the english language create a fusion of wonderful nerdcore crazyness, with various cameos and donated beats.
I could go into detail about the different tracks, but no-one really wants to read a review THAT in depth about anything, so I'll just say "Damn, I wish Mint Potion was included in the free package, but shit, dude, I understand why it can't be."

AAAAANYWAY, Beefy is well on his way, after another album or two, to joining the likes of mc chris as nerd rappers that beat out every other normal rapper out there. Get this cd, man, no, go now.

Space Vacation Happens; starving children die.

So I read today about a space vacation. It isn't meet, that these rich, rich folk ought to be able to take vacations into space, while I'm still here waiting to get drafted. Man, oh man, some people are just too rich. Here's a picture I took of what I think a space vacation might be like. That's the band "The Womp Rats" on their "Jedi Nights" tour. Badass bar at the back of that shit.

But seriously, the guy who invented Microsoft Word is currently, at the time if this posting, in space, on a, as he calls it, "space vacation." To make it even better, Bill Gates has decided that this sounds like such a great idea that he plans to go on one in the near future. Now for the information that really makes this a bad decision: this "space vacation" costs about $25,000,000 per whack. That's alot of nuts.

Simonyi is scheduled to return to earth on April 20th, probably to catch The Big Lebowski on G4.

Wii not as good as Oblivion.

Man, I'm disappointed with the Wii. I bought it, on opening night, and got the last one left but the third to last one left. Anyway, I get home and fire this fucker up, and it's like "Oh shit dude, it's got motion sensor remote control wireless internet connectivity technology in this bitch." That was cool for about 2 days, then, I realized that Zelda, the flagship title for this bad boy, was totally gay.

Yeah it is, and no I'm not.

So, I'm playin' it, and I get to the first or second temple, the fire one, thats numba 2, and the only thing I can think about while I play it is how much better Oblivion is than it! I figure shit, why waste my time playin' Zelda, when I can be playin' the OBVIOUSLY superior Elder Scrolls FOUR? Can you tell me? Seriously, tell me if you know.

So I bought Wii Play, which is OK. For TEN FUCKING DOLLARS NOT THE FIFTY I FUCKING PAID FOR THIS. But I guess I got a free controller.


WHICH I NEVER USE.

In conclusion, buy either an XBOX 360 or a decent PC instead.

Til' the narrows come,

Jake Rock Spain