A Pixelated Mind

This is a blog for our very own advice giving beaver, Gabe. Gabe shall be posting on here soon. But till then, give us some time to mess with the html.

Am I the only one that thinks it’s insulting to time the people’s acceptance speeches? And even more insulting to not let some of the less entertaining people go up to the stage?

And who watches the entire show? More specifically, what straight male watches the entire show willingly? And what about that red carpet? Oy, that’s just about everything that’s wrong with humanity right there..

No links because I don’t want to pollute my reader’s mind– readers’ minds– either or.

I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the streets, and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it.

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be!

We all know things are bad — worse than bad — they’re crazy.

It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we’re living is getting smaller, and all we say is, “Please, at least leave us alone in our own living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my my steel-belted radials, and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.”

Well I’m not going to leave you alone.

I want you to get mad!

I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.

All I know is that first, you’ve got to get mad.

You’ve gotta say, “I’m a human being, Goddammit! My life has value!”

So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell,

“I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!!”

So I hear about this kid whose life’s been ruined, right? And I see this link to this website that has this cool (hideously slow to download) game. Then I remember another game that we used to play last year…

Caution: content not suitible for people under 18 who are good at playing games.

So I’m a contributor at another blog now. Crazy. Who would ask me to contribute anything. I’m still surprised they let me edit the Arts & Sciences Newsletter.. and tutor kids in classes I’ll never take.. and walk around with full use of both thumbs…

I hope they have some inkling of what they’re getting themselves into (they being *¡claire!*, Drew, Erica, lostgirl, Helen, Justin Hazen, Larry, Amelia, Haley, and to a lesser extent, Mike). I’m a very pervasive personality..

Oh, well. Such is life.