Michael Kindt's Blog, page 140
March 21, 2015
"Oh, you hate your job? Why didn’t you say so? There’s a support group for that...."
- George Carlin
March 18, 2015
There is a person, who has creeped across a desert,
just to clean up the jizz on my motel room wall..
Am I missing something, or is this the exact type of person we need to befriend?
My nerd friend knows a lot of shit.
Or maybe he’s a geek. I don’t know.
You kids and your nomenclatures.
He knows everything about movies and his head is full of trivia answers. He knows the name of the drummer for Journey, and is actually proud of it. He can rattle off the presidents and is into kitschy, retro shit. For example, he owns a Big Wheel from the 80s and has a working Atari game system he repaired himself.
He likes sci-fi and karate movies best, but actually prefers watching movies “that are so bad they’re good.”
He asked me what my favorite bad movie was and I told him I have never seen a movie, nor watched a tv show. He laughed cuz he knew I was lying. I’ve talked about my love of Mythbusters, Project Runway, and horror flicks.
"I was raised by wolves," I insisted. "Our pack couldn’t afford cable."
I’ve run across a lot of people like him, not smart, but “smart”. Sure, they can fix a toy light saber and can tell you who Stan Lee lost his V-card to, but is this real intelligence?
Maybe the media and pop culture exist to fill up the brains of people who are genetically smart so they can’t really think, sort of like chewing gum for the mind.
I believe the government and corporations have a vested interest in a distracted population. And if I’m right, my nerd friend should be receiving a gold star for being “smart”, but not really smart smart.
Leonid Brezhnev discovering capitalist pig phone porn. Note the...
Leonid Brezhnev discovering capitalist pig phone porn. Note the erect nipples.
cattyfantastic said in regards to this and that: I get a wee bit rankled when us Xers get lost in...
cattyfantastic said in regards to this and that: I get a wee bit rankled when us Xers get lost in all the Boomer Millenial hand wringing. WE had student loan debt before the special snowflakes; WE can barely afford our homes … grrrrr
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Ah, the forgotten generation! We are smaller numerically because the Boomers embraced contraception and we forgot about it, haha. Or something like that.
We overcame the 80s and brought back good rock and roll in the 90s, only to have Taylor Swift and an endless parade of pop schlock flush it all down the shitter.. We created the craft beer revival only to watch the Millennials chug 1940s grandpa beer. What the hell man? LOL.
I’m partial to the Millennials because I have spawned one and he has become a man I couldn’t be prouder of. He’s chasing his dream and working his ass off. He slaves away in a restaurant by day and plays in a rock band by night. Rents a house with five other guys. I send him bits of food, tea, and socks, and when he last visited, I bought him a pair of jeans. That’s my only financial contribution to his young adulthood. I know several other Millennials and they aren’t even remotely lazy. I don’t know where all these people get off saying they want hand outs.
Of course, these are Midwestern/Rocky Mountain Millennials. Not sure what’s going on in New Hampshire or Alabama….
bscottwriter said inre right wing radio: And then you have the folks like me (believe it or not, a...
bscottwriter said inre right wing radio: And then you have the folks like me (believe it or not, a Boomer on Tumbler) who own a house we can never sell because we live in an area that’s lost value. Mine in a community bordering Ferguson.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Oh, man. That’s another thing about home ownership. You’re in a market and markets can change. You build up all the equity making house payments only to have it be tenuous and uncertain in market winds. Sometimes it can pay off and sometimes not.
I’m speaking comparatively and in terms of real dollars, of course, but today people are paid less, houses are more expensive, and people are carrying more debt. The risk of homeownership ain’t what it used to be.
I do hope things get better for you and that area. Also, there are more Boomers on here than one might think :)
Listening to Right Wing Radio currently because I'm always on the lookout for comedic material
I consider myself a humorist, you see.
And the guy is like my age and he’s being all perplexed why Millennials aren’t buying houses. To be fair, he is granting the crushing student loan debt and the fact that we shipped all our production overseas to increase profits and stock prices and have made ourselves a service economy.
TRANSLATION: AN ECONOMY OF SERVANTS
Still, the guy is perplexed why the Millennials ain’t kicking and screaming for houses. “It would be so GOOD for the economy!”
He then took sides, saying his parents’ generation and his grandparents’ generation and HIS generation (also MINE) were all about buying a house.
Um, slow down there, skippy. First of all, once you start identifying more with the generations before you rather than the ones after you, that’s how you know you’ve gotten old. And second of all, the Gen Xers are saddled with pretty brutal fucking student loan debt, too (which I’m not paying back, ever ever ever).
Why would anyone want to buy a house if they can’t just or nearly outright buy it? Oh, please, saddle me with 40 years more of debt! I love debt serfdom! It’s groovy!
Buying a house is like buying a ginormous anchor you can’t even afford.
Oh, please, sign me up.
Keep in mind, right wing radio guy, that this world in which buying a house is a terrible financial idea is one those older generations you so fondly identify with created. The problem was not created by the Millennials. If you think everybody should buy a house like in the Leave It To Beaver days, then maybe we shouldn’t have flushed everything down the crapper in the name of greed.
The new American dream isn’t buying a house, but can I fucking make rent?
Renting has its benefits anyway. Last month, my bathroom sink broke and all I did was call the landlord.
Then I took a nap.
"To our wives and sweethearts, may they never meet!"...
"To our wives and sweethearts, may they never meet!" —traditional, British Royal Navy
"Don’t let the bastards grind you down!" —Margaret Atwood
"Here’s to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America, who commanded the sun and the moon to stand still…and they obeyed." —Benjamin Franklin, made at the close of a banquet in England shortly after the Revolutionary War (zing!)
"Here’s to the men we love, and to the men who love us. But the men who we love ain’t the men who love us, so the hell with men. Here’s to us!" —Caroline Zelonka
"A glass is good and a lass is good, and a pipe to smoke in cold weather. The world is good and the people are good, and we’re all good fellows together." —John O’Keefe
"I, whenever I see thee, thirst, and holding the cup, apply it to my lips more for thy sake than for drinking." —Philostratus
"Here’s to staying positive and testing negative." —Unknown
"Here’s to your good health, and your family’s good health, and may you all live long and prosper." —Washington Irving, in Rip Van Winkle. Also, where the Vulcans got the phrase.
"May you live all the days of your life." —Jonathan Swift
"Here’s to woman. Before marriage, a queen. After marriage, a subject." —Unknown
"The French affect the Orleans grape, the Spaniard tastes his sherry, the English none of these can escape, but he with all makes merry." —Thomas Heywood
"One drink is good, two at the most. Three I’m under the table, and four I’m under the host." —Dorothy Parker
"I love my man, I love him best. I love him more than all the rest. I’ll fuck him sitting, I’ll fuck him lying. If he were a bird, I’d fuck him flying. And when he’s dead he won’t be forgotten, because I’ll dig him up and fuck him rotten." —overheard at a drag club, circa 1970s (purportedly)
"May his soul be forever tormented by fire, and his bones be dug up by dogs, and dragged through the streets of Minneapolis." —Garrison Keillor
The organism spent his days clouded
and unknown to himself, an ignored enigma in the midst of a mechanical universe. He mowed the lawn and shaved the face as plastic shapes welled up around him. He floated incrementally like a leaf on the surface of a pond, drifting from one location to the next, from one activity to the next. He was busy doing what needed to be done, mistaking his feckless futility for accomplishment. The clock did not hammer in his ears like it should have. He missed the pounding of time, distracted as he was by so many other things. Soon, he was old and spent, staring at death’s grinning fangs, but with terror rather than rage.
March 17, 2015
Old Toby: the finest weed of the South Farthing!
Actually, it was Peter Stokkebye Nougat, a Danish tobacco imbued with the essences of chocolate and vanilla—in case you were wondering what they were actually smoking in the Lord of the Rings movies.
