Don’t eat spaghetti!!!

Spaghetti is cooked in a pot usually with boiling water. Usually more beneficial to put cold water in the pot and then boil. Don’t use warm or faucet-hot water because then the water is conditioned and you just don’t want that. Bad stuff all around. I usually put heat at full or number 11 ;) ;) one more than 10, right? ;)

After shit boils I turn the heat down to the number 4. Not sure what that would be in degrees or radians or however people measure temperature and stuff. Probably not necessary to know the exact measurement. Probably could eyeball it like throwing a basketball through a hoop but some people like to be specific though. I don’t know but I wouldn’t wanna be that specific.

When the spaghetti reaches al dente or just a firm bite-ness to it then it’s all good. But spaghettis is high in carbs. I’m on an all protein diet. Violating that would be like sacrilege. Something like cursing in a church on a Sunday. You just don’t do it no matter how silly it may seem. I just will not compromise. Even if I was dying, and I said, “Docta, Docta, give me the news…” and he said, “You gotta eat carbs to live, son”—I still wouldn’t. That’s how serious, dedicated and committed to this diet I am. Probably wouldn’t be able to live with myself afterwards if I did anyway.

I know, I know, you’re probably asking why I loathe spaghetti with such great disdain. Probably ‘cause one day the spaghetti peeved me. Spaghetti is a waste of itself. Disgusting in the full sense of the word. The experience that came with cooking spaghetti one day instilled such an awful experience in me that I nearly died as a result but ironically didn’t die from it but would probably so if I had to eat it to survive. I don’t know how I work sometimes. I just do. Anyway, don’t eat spaghetti ever again. Sometimes it’ll fall through the strainer and you won’t be able to eat it all.

Sometimes it takes an understanding to know something, eh?

I certainly wouldn’t term myself old—quite yet, but I will say it is, whateva “it” is, is what you make of it, right?

So, why do I say that?

Think for a moment a life in which every day is awful, just awful like the awful where you hate if someone accidentally breathes on you wrong. Usually like when you give that awful glare at someone who accidentally did and they say, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to move your hair with my breath.” That is a bad day.

So, you have this dreadful day; the coffee creamer is curdled, a dish broke, the humidity is making your hair frizzy and your wallet is M.I.A. All is okay though. Need not be that bad. Though that’s pretty shitty.

I know, I know, you’re cussing up a storm because I am such a dick. I am making you relive those terribly and dreadfully awful memories. Really, they’re awful. Awful like worse than seeing the ending to Old Yeller, right?! Sorta like “I wanna cry” awful? Good. Hold onto that feeling.

Alright, so here’s the deal. It really isn’t that bad. Really. It isn’t. That bad. But I guess in the moment it is. So, for sake of argument, we’ll leave it at that.

Here’s the scenario: you have a meeting in an hour and your outfit didn’t dry upon putting the laundry in and it was timed to dry just as you were to leave. No outfit = no meeting = loss of job. Shit’s really on the line for that one outfit. Who would’ve thunk the end of your entire living would be the result of a burnt out fuse. Sorta sucks. Don’t it?

Lucky for you it’s not the “end of the world”. Yep. You heard it here! The world will not end if you lose your job—just to put some perspective on the matter. Turns out you’re not some world dictator. Because you didn’t make an important world peace speech—riots will incite and hundreds of thousands of innocent people will DIE!!! A new world war starts and 90% of the population will be wiped of the face of the earth. That is how a burnt out fuse will destroy a living, really.

*wipes sweat from brow*

I say that to say that nothing is as bad as it may seem to be. I know, all of that for just that one phrase; sometimes it takes an understanding to know something, eh? :-D

The changing of the night show guards

Interesting to note that David Letterman and Jay Leno have or will be stepping down. This is a lot bigger than one may think. This is a change in the media mainstream entertainment. A paradigm shift. An entertainment shift. A shift in who will be entertained as the “general” populace and who the media industry thinks the general populace is.


So what is the general populace? Why does it matter? Why should we care? Plainly, I don’t care to watch. I don’t know. I just find very little worth watching on a daily basis. No hate towards that type of entertainment it’s just that I don’t care to appreciate it for what it’s worth, so sue me ;-) Or: I just don’t care for things that a general populace would care for. Then, why are you reading? Why should you care for what I have to say? Simple: an outside perspective in such an in-vasive world can be difficult to find. That is what I wish to provide.


In any event, the changing of the guards is just what it implies. There is something that needs to be guarded. Entertainment and news and the night show personalities are doing just that. They make life easy to live and palatable with their jokes. They make life easy and give us an escape. They are entertainment personalities that have a sorta common ground on the basis of humor, intelligence and views towards life. Thing is television is dying in the traditional sense. The myriad of news outlets that exist now are innumerable. Especially with the advent of the internet.


Due to the internet and the many forms of expression that are taking place like Instagram with photoblogging, Twitter and microblogging, Facebook and, well, you know, these are huge, huge ways for us to express, create and to form a social dynamic that is global and on some levels larger than life; and it’s just now evolving; it’s becoming an organism if it is not already. Social networks are life and promote life. A new form of self-expression is prevailing; social networking may be threatening or working for entertainment and freedom of speech as a whole: something that needs to be held secure and guarded but that may be just to “wag the dog”.


The common masses will still flock to the televisions but the amount of attention new media outlets, i.e., internet related media, will gain is tremendous and will not stop growing—at least not anytime soon. A Pandora’s box, if you will, in discovering a new human consciousness, a new way of being, a virtual being and that virtual being acts as an existential mirror of sorts. Something that indicates, subtly, how we are, what our basic needs are mutating into especially from Pavlov’s hierarchy of needs we all learned in that introduction to psychology class…internet is now at the bottom, the base.


In short, a transformation is happening and we are at the epicenter. The changing of the guards is just one of the signs that as Bob Dylan says, “…the times they are a changing…” and they are. It’s just a matter of what direction that change is heading. And, if guards are implied to be part of this collective consciousness, then what are they guarding, what needs to be so secure? Is it the safety of us or the safety of them? Far be it from me to surmise, but I will say if security for the collective is the dog and tail is the guards, just remember the tail doesn’t wag itself.

Absurdly rational conclusions

Yo! Peeps! of the digital world?! What’s the word crazy birds? Nah, I ain’t that corny, but I try. Don’t hate. You know you like it ;-)

Anyway, peeps are are like little yellow things. They can be put into a microwave and heated and also explode. That’s fun. Don’t know ‘bout you but I like destruction. Who doesn’t? Like smashing glass just to hear it break. But, that’s not just for the sake of destruction, that’s for the sake of a beauty, an appreciation towards destruction that creates a beauty, in turn, a sound, in essence, that resonates something more beautiful than destruction for the sake of destruction…