The little counter on my blog keeps track of how many individual IP addresses visit my blog. Cool. I have written in the past about the random places people have visited from, but I don't think I have mentioned that I can also see how they come to my blog. I like to occasionally check this stuff out, it is interesting. I have had several hits lately from people googling "STUDIO FLORA"...... Maybe they agree that the name is stupid, or maybe they want flowers, either way. Well my real point to this is....
ON MAY 26TH SOMEONE FROM TURKEY GOOGLED "HOW TO MAKE A PIPE BOMB"!!! Neat. Oh and it was 02:00 their time. Neat. I am getting hits to my blog from "perfectly innocent people that want to make pipe bombs for fun at 2am" I hope the poor sucker enjoyed my sappy story about my relatives.
The more important issue here is how the Internet and Google have made people lazy and stupid. If a 19 year old, a 16 year old, a 9 year old and an 8 year old can figure it out, why is someone looking for detailed instructions online? Lazy and stupid.
I wonder if I am now being watched by the National Security Terrorism Task force? Not that I wasn't before people started looking to me for "Build Your Own Pipe Bomb: A Quick Reference Guide For The Casual Blower-upper" FYI that is my new book due out in July.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
The smaht guys
Ok, unlike my usual self I have been reading stuffs. Newspapers, if you consider the happenings in the Bridgton area news, and online articles. So I recently noticed a tendency for people to find innovative ways to spread their religious based beliefs in a very non-preachy way. They have gone to science to prove their theories. In an article in this weeks Bridgton News, one such crackpot uses ultra-sound imagery to say that life starts before most abortions are done. He says something like "haven't you seen the fuzzy black and white photos of 'my baby' from bragging mothers to be". He goes on to say why is it a baby when it is a wanted pregnancy but it is a fetus when it is an unwanted one. I had those fuzzy pictures. I used them to show off the fact that I was becoming a dad in the coming months. I also used the term fetus. The real point I wanted to make is: "Why is science considered the black magic of non-believers or even the faked reporting to discredit the lord Jesus when used to prove the world was not created and that man has evolved. But when it comes to making "informed decisions" about ones own life, it is the cure-all sure fire way to help pregnant women decide to have a baby." I have many opinions on the matter and would love to discuss philosophy with you when you have the time.
So not religious stuffs but something I am passionate about. I also read an article online about the dumber working class. It is based on the fact that fewer "lower class" students are accepted to the more prestigious universities than are accepted from the "upper class". This guys theory is that it is because they have lower IQ's. How about paying for the education? What about the need to go to a less expensive university to save money on education? What about the fact that colleges and universities are businesses that need to make money and funding someones education inhibits their ability to be a successful business? I mean the prestige in prestigious university comes from the graduates success in the workplace after graduation. I am sure I can find proof that Presidents and Prime Ministers or any of the rest of the "rulers" of the world came from families with money first and from "prestigious" universities second. Anyone going to argue the point that G.W. Bush should be a poster boy for MENSA? I mean come on. But he was accepted to one of the prestigious universities in question. You think he may have taken the spot from someone who didn't have a well known dad? Really? Of the people that I know, not a scientific study I know, but of the people that I know with known IQ's (to me) not one even applied to one of the prestigious universities. I mean I know a guy with an IQ around 180, I don't think he even went to college. Last I knew he was working at a daycare. Not a job you might have seen a genius taking. My point is that I don't think people can judge a persons intellectual ability from the college they attended or by the job they choose to take. I would put my intellectual ability up against an Oxford Graduate writer any day of the week. How might that feel Mr. Smarty McScotsman writer or psychologist or whatever you might be. Want to see whose is bigger yours or a middle class janitor's?
I guess this is why I don't read often, sometimes it annoys me who gets to be read.
So not religious stuffs but something I am passionate about. I also read an article online about the dumber working class. It is based on the fact that fewer "lower class" students are accepted to the more prestigious universities than are accepted from the "upper class". This guys theory is that it is because they have lower IQ's. How about paying for the education? What about the need to go to a less expensive university to save money on education? What about the fact that colleges and universities are businesses that need to make money and funding someones education inhibits their ability to be a successful business? I mean the prestige in prestigious university comes from the graduates success in the workplace after graduation. I am sure I can find proof that Presidents and Prime Ministers or any of the rest of the "rulers" of the world came from families with money first and from "prestigious" universities second. Anyone going to argue the point that G.W. Bush should be a poster boy for MENSA? I mean come on. But he was accepted to one of the prestigious universities in question. You think he may have taken the spot from someone who didn't have a well known dad? Really? Of the people that I know, not a scientific study I know, but of the people that I know with known IQ's (to me) not one even applied to one of the prestigious universities. I mean I know a guy with an IQ around 180, I don't think he even went to college. Last I knew he was working at a daycare. Not a job you might have seen a genius taking. My point is that I don't think people can judge a persons intellectual ability from the college they attended or by the job they choose to take. I would put my intellectual ability up against an Oxford Graduate writer any day of the week. How might that feel Mr. Smarty McScotsman writer or psychologist or whatever you might be. Want to see whose is bigger yours or a middle class janitor's?
I guess this is why I don't read often, sometimes it annoys me who gets to be read.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
It's my birthday
Well, the week started out with me being a bit "oh I'm old". I thought 31 was worse than 30. But now that it is here and almost gone, I'd have to say that it isn't. It really is no different. I am 31 years old and have arthritis. Whatever. I have to say that it doesn't matter. I have had a spectacular day. I spent the day with my son, taught him to say "happy". I went fishing twice. I got this pimp-ass bbq grill from Rae. But I think when it really hit me that 31 isn't so bad is when I stopped to chat with an old friend. Anyway, I am not all that bummed about being old anymore. I guess it is because I get to be. He died May 17, 1998 walking home from a night out. I like to think he thought of me on that night, maybe toasted me on my 21st birthday as his was 16 days earlier. So thanks again Eric, you were my best friend, a great blood brother, and I appreciate how you have continued to help me even in these past 10 years, especially on these past few birthdays. I hope Tyler gets to have as good a friend through his life.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Thirty Second Rule
So to start I say "whatever" to your opinion. I remember when I first heard of the 5 second rule, then came the 10 second, and then the whatever amount of time you needed to say to make it ok that you just ate a slice of pizza cheese side down off the floor. Well, now that Tyler is fully mobile and understands the fact that if I make it to him before he eats something from the floor he probably won't get to eat it, I have instituted the "If it didn't get vacuumed up by Mommy time limit." If you have met my wife then you would know that she loves vacuuming, not to mention the fact that Ty asks her to vacuum multiple times a night. So if you come over and see Ty picking up something from the floor, feel free to not yell "HE JUST ATE SOMETHING OFF THE FLOOR!!"
Finally Some Good Conversation
Here is the transcript from a conversation with Tyler today:
"Muh Dada MUH"
"More what buddy"
"jsssss"
"I don't know what that means buddy"
"JUSSSS JUSSS"
"Oh juice, here is your juice (red juice) buddy"
"No, appah jussss zzz zzz zzz"
FYI zzz is his way of saying please.
On another note, I am thirty-something as of tomorrow. Which as I told Luke earlier, is worse than turning thirty. No longer just out of my twenties, I am in my thirties as of tomorrow. Since I can't stop time yet, I guess I will have to continue to get older. Sucky.
"Muh Dada MUH"
"More what buddy"
"jsssss"
"I don't know what that means buddy"
"JUSSSS JUSSS"
"Oh juice, here is your juice (red juice) buddy"
"No, appah jussss zzz zzz zzz"
FYI zzz is his way of saying please.
On another note, I am thirty-something as of tomorrow. Which as I told Luke earlier, is worse than turning thirty. No longer just out of my twenties, I am in my thirties as of tomorrow. Since I can't stop time yet, I guess I will have to continue to get older. Sucky.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Dumb and Dumber-est
The world is getting dumber. Not that my sense of humor has been referred to as intellectual or even unchild-like, but I like to think that it is more evolved than well most anyone that has created a cartoon in the last 10 years.
I was surfing the station guide the other night when I saw what has to be the mostest absurdestly stupid show ever made. "ASSY MCGEE" on cartoon network. First lets start with the truly unoriginal name. Who thinks that is funny? Maybe it is supposed to be..... I got nothing. What the hell is that supposed to be about? The only people with less naming skill in the world own Sebago Gardens in Windham Maine. They recently changed locations. Ok. Now they want to be called "Studio Flora". I have a suggestion..... "SASSY CAPRIS HOUSE OF LE FLOWERS". Maybe the problem lies in the search for originality from unoriginal people. I don't know. I don't know where the world is heading. But it is definitely going in the direction of the toilet.
Maybe my sense of humor is not more evolved than anyone that has created a cartoon in the last 10 years, just more evolved than the people that run the networks. Maybe there are a million new, fresh, funny ideas out there but with the creation of the internet the creators have become lazy and put them online. Maybe all the funny is floating out there in cyberspace. Maybe, just maybe all of the truly original people are hiding behind obscure websites that are the 2,384,255th listing when you google something. I hope they are out there and it's not just that the world is getting dumber, because I will be one bitter old man if this keeps up.
On a mostly unrelated topic, Osteo-arthritis.
I was surfing the station guide the other night when I saw what has to be the mostest absurdestly stupid show ever made. "ASSY MCGEE" on cartoon network. First lets start with the truly unoriginal name. Who thinks that is funny? Maybe it is supposed to be..... I got nothing. What the hell is that supposed to be about? The only people with less naming skill in the world own Sebago Gardens in Windham Maine. They recently changed locations. Ok. Now they want to be called "Studio Flora". I have a suggestion..... "SASSY CAPRIS HOUSE OF LE FLOWERS". Maybe the problem lies in the search for originality from unoriginal people. I don't know. I don't know where the world is heading. But it is definitely going in the direction of the toilet.
Maybe my sense of humor is not more evolved than anyone that has created a cartoon in the last 10 years, just more evolved than the people that run the networks. Maybe there are a million new, fresh, funny ideas out there but with the creation of the internet the creators have become lazy and put them online. Maybe all the funny is floating out there in cyberspace. Maybe, just maybe all of the truly original people are hiding behind obscure websites that are the 2,384,255th listing when you google something. I hope they are out there and it's not just that the world is getting dumber, because I will be one bitter old man if this keeps up.
On a mostly unrelated topic, Osteo-arthritis.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Forest, Forest Gump
Due to circumstances beyond my control I am forced to write about life and love today. "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get." I half agree with that analogy. Life can be compared to a box of chocolates, but because you know exactly what you are going to get. Yup. That shit is labeled. You choose which box to buy, where to buy it, how much is in the box. You read the label and you pick the candy that you want. Just like life. Everything currently in your life is there because you chose for it to be there. While you can't predict exactly when things will happen you can expect there will be rainy days and that the sun will come out again. You can expect to love and be loved, just as you can expect heartache. You can expect that people will come and go as frequently as you do in other peoples lives. When you take a new job, you have to consider the fact that you will lose friends from the old job. It is not just a matter of starting in a new place, meeting new people, figuring out a new boss's requirements, and feeling more vulnerable about job security. My main purpose for writing this is to say that love is no different than any other part of your life. It all comes down to a decision. You decide to hold people close. You decide to let others love you, just as you decide to let people stop loving you. You also decide to fall in love and to "fall out of love" with people. Every single decision you make will affect your life in some way, maybe big... maybe small. So, go out today and remember to make good decisions based on your goals of where you want your life to go.
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