Everybody's got an opinion

i like buzzfeed. i think they serve a pretty good purpose on the interwebz. but sometimes, like a lot of the contrived, fact-skimming fodder fuel that runs amok on the world wide web, they do a better job at inciting social media riots.

a friend of mine posted a link to *this buzzfeed article* the other day on FB and got a hardcore back-and-forth frenzy going... all over who some folks consider to be good musical talents and who don't.

first, i think it's a well regarded fact that -- like any art form -- music is subjective. for me to assume that everyone likes soundgarden just because i and all my friends like soundgarden, is ridiculous, pompous and stupid. soundgarden isn't for everyone, just like hillbilly tambourine bluegrass ain't for everyone. i always just assumed everyone agreed on this.

but obviously, they don't. dude's feelings get hurt when you say his favorite band (or actor or writer or whatevs) sucks, because that implies that dude sucks, that his tastes suck, that he is just full of suck.

and that's what happened with folks on FB. of course, let's also realize the misleading nature of the article, comparing creed's record sales to that of jimi hendrix. how can one reasonably compare two different eras with two entirely different musical sharing technologies? in jimi's day, they didn't even have cassette tapes! by comparison, if i want to know what scott stapp sounds like farting in the comfort of his home i'm sure there's a free download of that available on the internets somewhere.

my point is twofold: 1) don't shit on my tastes. they're mine and they can be awesome in the public eye or not, i don't give a fuck, 'cuz they're mine. and 2) comparing apples and oranges is one infuriating way the media fuels uninformed idiocy.

and now ya know.

The selfish jeebus

whew. jeebus on the brain this week. oh well. shit happens.

jeebus has me down today because, well, long story short: his followers can be real selfish creeps sometimes!!!

one of my sisters got a tatt on her wrist that says "believe" in honor of our late grandmother who always reminded us to believe in ourselves. my sister posted a pic of the tatt on facebook, and a bunch of folks commented, yadda yadda yadda. but the comment that irked the shit out of me was from one of our aunts -- the grand master delusionoid of our family's religious faction -- as she wrote, "i like the 'believe' part but only believe in jesus".

what the fuck?!?

instead of letting my sister have her moment with her dead grandma online, aunt delusionoid has to come in like a wrecking ball for jeebus and put in her xtrian edged vitriolic bite.

she does this to me too. all the time in fact. and i'm fucking tired of it.

i'm tired of crazy trains thinking it's okay to tell others how they should fucking live their lives and not be called out for their lunacy.

black sheeped as i may be, i won't fucking standing for it.

Fuck that, IGNORE

'cuz you know he's just gonna spam the shit outta ya with invites to stupid Xtrian segregated events where they worship an invisible sky daddy and judge all those who aren't there. then he'll upload a bazillion pics and start taggin' the shit outta ya EVEN IF you aren't in the fucking picture...

AND THEN he will probably start sending mass messages to all his "friends" -- again, people you don't know nor care about -- and then THEY will bombard your ass with a bazillion REPLY TO ALL messages of, yes, you guessed it, SHIT YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT.

don't worry, you'll only be missing out on delusions.

Why do women do what they do????

i don't get it, my father doesn't get it, his father didn't get it and i'm just gonna assume HIS father didn't get it either: women and the shit they do sometimes.

now i'm not gonna get all sexist and misogynist here and attack women calling them all crazy. that ain't my game.

but i'd be a goddamn liar if i didn't admit to being baffled by their lack of logic sometimes. why would someone who broke my heart into a billion little pieces start having facebook conversations with my fucking father of all people? someone she never even met?!?!?! even more, why would she do that KNOWING good and well that my eyes would eventually see it!?!?!?

unless her goal was to purposely hurt me -- to pour more salt in an old wound -- there is absolutely no excuse for that.

none.

zilch.

AGGGHH!

and it makes me angry. here i am, feeling good about myself, feeling proud about where i've been and what i've become since that shitty day back in october... right about 100% and then BOOM -- a little reminder that i wasn't good enough for her... in the way of a in-your-face public FB convo with my fucking dad.

this isn't an isolated event... it has just boiled over.

why do women do what they do?

i haven't the slightest fucking clue.

and i probably never will.

Tea unicorn

a friend of mine posted this pic on facebook the other day with the hilarious caption-turned-thread that proclaimed the apocalyptic return of a mighty unicorn as foreseen by the fortuitous tea residue formed in the shape of the unicorn at the brim of the cup there.

sounds fucking ridiculous doesn't it?

'cuz it is.

human beings... we see things we wanna see, believe things we wanna believe, not always because it's true, but because we can't stop our brains from fantasizing about "other". our minds are built to make connections; unfortunately, many of the connections are simply made-up, unreal and full of shit.

the tea unicorn. jesus as the son of "god". god/allah/yahweh/whatevs... all of that.

the mind's way of making sense of the world.

which, ironically, makes no fucking sense, 'cuz none of it can be proven.

*thanks to S for the pic

You and that damn facebook

i wonder, if i were to constantly put updates on my facebook about how i feel in regards to religion, how many facebook friends would i really have? (not that i give a fuck, by the way)

the reason i'm wondering this out loud is because i'm getting real sick and tired of seeing jeebus shit splattered all across my timeline... every day... on the regular... without being afforded the same opportunity/respect to write shit about how I FEEL.

my non-belief inspired posts/links/statuses/whatevs are supposedly offensive to so many.

so what? i don't give a fuck. don't like it? don't be my friend. i don't like the constant barrage of idiocy i'm subjected to, merely by being related to a lot of delusional religious drones, but i fucking put up with it and keep my commentary to a minimal yelp, IF that.

the free passes given to the mentally ill (read: religious folks) have gotta stop. i'm gonna start callin' people's shit out.

Take some fucking initiative

someone close to me has this little habit of bitching all the time. about... everything. she lives a pretty good life. she has everything she's ever wanted. and relatively speaking, she doesn't have to work too hard or concern herself with too much to live the sorta perfect life she lives.

yet she's always complaining. and praying (out loud, on facebook mostly) for things to go her way. like, "please god let so-and-so not show up to the party so i don't have to deal with her" and then thanking god when it goes her way.

when it doesn't go her way, she just keeps complaining and praying for things to... yep, you guessed it, go her FUCKING WAY.

it's real sad and real weak.

if there's anything i fear, it's being a pussy. i don't want anyone to ever think of me as a wimp, a sissy, a doormat that can be walked on, someone who won't do some fucking work to accomplish some real fucking goals. and when i put effort into something, when i put in all that fucking work, i don't want to give the credit to some unseen, unproven, unbelievable sky daddy who had NOTHING TO FUCKING DO WITH IT.

so, i want to say something to this person, i want her to know she's being a real whiny, spoiled bitch. and that she might benefit from toughening up a bit so her children don't become weak. like her.

but i haven't found the nicest way to say that.

yet.

Lahdy fucking dah

have ya heard the news, people? the pope -- yeah, the funny old ex-nazi with a penchant for protecting baby-rapers -- has given his blessing on social networking, saying it's okay for us to indulge in cyberspace as long as we maintain genuine, solid, relationships in the real world.

of course, you are not included in this blessing if you are any of the following:

 -- smart
 -- gay
 -- non-catholic (so all you jews and muslims and buddha lovers can get lost too)
 -- vigilant against catholic sanctioned crimes against our youth

i'm sure there are other categories of people who can piss off, according to the popey pope, but i'm not gonna waste any more time getting into it.  the double standards are still there.  the church is still intent on controlling the masses (read: the stupid).  and shit ain't gonna change unless we start calling them out on their delusionoid idiocy.

Facebook status mindfuck

the following was posted on my little sister's wall the other day:

"life can be hard, but always remember you have God who loves you unconditionally and that's something to be so happy about. People will let you down but God never will."

uh...

that's bullshit.

i've been a lot of places.

and none of 'em had a god.

and i got let down a whole fucking lot.

Not sure what this all means...

...but let me explain that i have an internet persona, a life away from life, this enriched version of myself that interacts on the baseball blogs and twitters and fb's and all that shit.

'cuz yeah, i'm into all of it.

anyway, so i feel like i know a bunch of people, like i know them. but i've never met them. and i imagine they're all enriched versions of themselves too... and instead of being the coolest kids on the block, in reality, we are the biggest fucking dorks that ever lived.

i'm 31 years old.

i can handle that.

anyway, so in the internet worlds, i'd say the one person i'd want to meet and hang out with the most is rachel the pujolsmolinafan.

her tumbler is right *THURRRR!*