Michael Kindt's Blog, page 491
August 2, 2011
naturalhairtaya replied to your post: I actually have grown to hate my facebook.
i know how u feel,...
i know how u feel, its better off if u just stay here with ur friends on tumblr n make new friends here man i deleted my facebook n never looked back
Maybe I'll just put it on auto-pilot with Tumblr posts like I did my Twitter. I used Twitter for like a half an hour before I left. 120 characters or less? Maybe for the peasants. Me, I got shit to SAY!
deadhen replied to your post: I actually have grown to hate my facebook.
That profile picture. So...
That profile picture. So many memories.
That WAS awesome (sorry you got in trouble!)
:)
I actually have grown to hate my facebook.
I never censored myself, either. I just say whatever comes to mind there, too. But I hate it. It seems really soulless or something. I scared away most of the conservatives when I changed my profile to two dudes making out, but the whole time I'm there I get the feeling I'm outta line. You'd think that would be popcorn for me. I LOVE pissing people off with words (dude, you don't EVEN know), but on facebook there's a weird "inappropriate vibe." Plus I'm tired of all the fucking spam, making me like shit I don't like, etc..So I should delete, right? Or you friend me. Dozens of new friends will make facebook interesting. Really, though. I honestly think it's over. In 2 years nobody's gonna use it but parents.
August 1, 2011
Limp Biscuit ~ Nookie
Limp Biscuit ~ Nookie
So We Are Told This is The Golden Age
I haven't listened to the radio in years. I was surprised they still had it.
"What's this contraption?" I asked the cute waitress I work with, pointing to a greasy plastic box flashing 12:00, 12:00, 12:00 that was sitting on a shelf above the prep table.
"It's a radio, dumbshit," she said, becoming even cuter.
"Is it steam-powered? Do we need some coal? How does it work?"
"Like this, dumbass," she said. Her pretty, delicate hands began fumbling mysteriously with the greasy knobs. I watched, mesmerized, thinking filthily of handjobs, spankings, and gentle strangulations.
Suddenly, BANG! Generic Heavy Metal began playing. It may have even been Poison.
"Well, I'll be," I said and stared at the ancient contraption for a second longer, then went back to work.
What I was doing, was sauteing peppers and onions for a topping to the Shipwreck burger, our most popular item. A pile of pre-sauteed peppers and onions was needed to prevent falling behind—or in restaurant-speak: "getting into the weeds."
I listened to the music, liking it more as a curiosity than anything else. It was a "show" I was listening to, a radio show, called The Sixth Sense with Nikki Sixx, the guy from Motley Crew. I was surprised at how glib and beige he was.
Isn't this guy supposed to be a rocker? I thought to myself as I stuffed fries into the line freezer. He wasn't, however. He was just your standard smarmy non-controversial, unchallenging host, saying a variety of shit, none of which would ever get him into trouble or cause his listeners to actually think about what they were hearing.
No surprise, really. Motely Crue always kind of sucked. They only have 2 1/4 good albums, according to me. They turned into bubble-gum Metal pretty quick after achieving success. Nowadays, they're "classic" but I remember them being hated back in the day. They were the Heavy Metal 'Nsync.
I fucking remember.
The whole Metal scene was bankrupt bullshit and I am eternally grateful for the sudden appearance of Nirvana, who shot it dead like a broke-leg horse, saving the world and itself from further misery.
Now here he was the fucking Chuck Woolery of radio. Hilarious.
I listened and listened. The music was really dated and tired, most of it the crap Nirvana had killed, but some modern iterations of the Metal genre, like Disturbd and Annoid and Bothrd and Trubbld. They played some "NuMetal" shit from the 90s, namely, Limp Biscuit, who have some really good songs, according to me. I can relate to their shit anyway. For example, I, too, want to Break Stuff, and, often, I do it all for the Nookie, the Nookie, so you can take that cookie and stick up your ass, stick it up your ass.
In between songs, Nikki told stories that brought whole new meaning to the word "lame." He told this one story about baby powder, about how one day while they were "rocking it hard on the road," a plastic jug of baby powder appeared in Vince Neil's dressing room. No one knew where it came from. It just appeared one day.
Nikki explained how neither he nor Vince ever used baby powder, and yet, amazingly, here was some baby powder. Everyone shrugged it off, using their ample confidence and self-esteem to avoid allowing the mysterious baby powder to trouble them too much. At the next show, however, here it was again in Vince's dressing room. It was like Baby Powder From Another Dimension.
Nikki has a sidekick on his radio show, a woman who's job it is to laugh and be astounded by him, but even she was kind of subdued about the baby powder story. I hope she doesn't get fired, the poor thing. It was all she could do to keep from killing herself, I'm sure.
I was about to unplug the contraption and rock out to the blessed sounds of silence, thinking to myself hello darkness my old friend when U2's New Year's Day came on all of a sudden. According to me, it's the only U2 song worth a shit and I began dancing around on the rubber mats as I threw frozen blocks of fish into vats of oil.
I will begin again, I told myself, knowing it was a lie, knowing that it all was a fake fucking lie.
dovemans replied to your post: This is what addiction is:
actually alcohol addiction permanently...
actually alcohol addiction permanently alters your brain chemistry. and addictions are mental diseases. I usually find your posts quite amusing but this is kind of dangerous.
That's ok. It's interesting that none of the dissenting opinions (to mine) match. Perhaps the real danger lies in the fact that no one knows what addiction really is, and yet more and more behaviors are considered addictive.
I will forever be a thoughtcriminal, questioning and doubting every prevailing opinion simply because of its prevalence.
Internet Explorer users have below-average IQs, study showsPC...
Internet Explorer users have below-average IQs, study shows
PC World reports that a psychometric consulting firm called AptiQuant gave free online IQ tests to 100,000 people, and then plotted the scores against the browser on which the tests were taken.
It found that Internet Explorer users scored lower than average, while Chrome, Firefox and Safari users were very slightly above average. Camino, Opera and Internet Explorer with Chrome Frame were scored "exceptionally" high.
"The study showed a substantial relationship between an individual's cognitive ability and their choice of web browser," AptiQuant concluded. "From the test results, it is a clear indication that individuals on the lower side of the IQ scale tend to resist a change/upgrade of their browsers."
Some people have suggested that there may be other factors at work. Business Insider's Matt Rosoff points out that since IE is the default browser for Windows PC users, anyone who doesn't know how to download and install a new browser will be stuck with it - "which drags down the average". And users of other browsers "include a disproportionate number of computer geeks", which might bring their average up. Or, he admits, it might be that "IE users really are kind of dumb."
The overall chart shows that Firefox has the smallest percentage of low-IQ users, and the largest of average or high-IQ users. A similar study five years ago found that various browser users had broadly similar IQs, but this is no longer the case.
Internet Explorer users are more susceptible to spam and adware, on both the browser and brain levels, Rosoff said. "You should see some of the goofy shit IE users click on and download. It's like they're kind of retarded."
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This is what addiction is:
Introducing an external chemical into your body for a period of time long enough that your personal body chemistry alters itself and incorporates the external chemical in such a way that it can't properly function without it.
That's it.
You are not addicted to sex. You are not addicted to shopping.
Sex and shopping provide pleasure, which is the release of serotonin, a chemical already present in your body. You are not addicted to it, just as you are not addicted to adrenaline or to testosterone. Calling yourself addicted to sex or shopping (or anything similar) is simply a cop out so you don't have to take responsibility for the choices that you make that give you pleasure. Embrace your choices or make different ones, but stop being a pussy.
Addiction is not a disease, since it can be overcome. Diseases are never overcome. They are either cured or maintained. So alcoholism is an addiction to the chemical ethyl alcohol. Nothing more.
So remember, if what you are doing does not involve the introduction of an external chemical into your body chemistry, you are not addicted. You just really, really, really like it.
Just thought I'd clear that up.
July 31, 2011
Got a book on symbols the other day. Very cheap. (Thank you, Borders).
And as with all nonfiction books that possess an index, I immediately turned to it and looked up "penis."
The entry reads: The penis or phallus is most often used as a sign for masculinity or virility.
No shit, Sherlock?
marscapone replied to your post: Recipe…
What? No tamrind sauce?
I'm too lazy to get...
marscapone replied to your post: Recipe…
What? No tamrind sauce?
I'm too lazy to get some :) I'm not leaving the house today. I don't even have pants on. I'm doing all this in my boxers and slippers.
