No post yesterday because I was home sick again. Stupid windows 7! Latest patch of important updates (there's 16 or so of them), and it won't install properly after the 5th one! Hope it doesn't mess up my computer, because I had to manually shut it off when it just stayed frozen for a couple of hours with no response.
I've been enjoying random stuff on tumblr's blogs of notes lately, one in particular was the yo, is this racist page. Basically, people write in with different examples of what they consider to be questionable behaviour, and the author of the site decides whether it's racist or not. There's brilliant responses, and there's some hilarious questions, but at the heart of everything lies a very important message: racism in all its forms needs to be called out. People want to equate racism with freedom of expression, well that stuff needs to be ridiculed, and their ignorance needs to be pointed out to everyone. Whoever forgives them or associates with them is a racist sympathiser. That's something I can get behind.
A term I've come across in recent times is white nonsense, I really like it. Basically it's some 'fad' or 'phase' that gets ridiculous amounts of attention in the media, which only seems to be of interest to white people, because it's so trivial and unimportant. But this is extends to stuff that is really only of interest to white people. Think things like extreme sports. The stock market is one such case, but it gets even more sinister. The history of stocks and stock holding (as well as options, futures and insurance) all harks back to slavery and the exploitation of resources from the developing world, which were all taken by force and coercion. So a system that rich old white folks employed now basically serves to keep rich old white people rich. Think about the fairness of that concept for a second.
Just what do these people do all day? I came back to nothing of note. Do I know what's going on? No, absolutely not. Like I've said before, it's only a small piece of the puzzle, but the picture keeps re-arranging, so there's never really any progression. This is all just so weird and wonderful. I don't have the inspiration to play guitar, but damn it, I can play and play well. I've forgotten a lot of stuff I should know, though. Might have to jog the old memory to see what's up.
The plan for today is to just listen to music and wile away the time. Maybe it's time to bring everything back together. It's all about the prestige and the reveal. Some of these memories are real, others are not. What do you do when you can't rely on your mind? I don't know. Life is fickle.
2 hours more of this to go? I'm wasting my life. That's it. It's all gone in a seeming relative flash. I'm too tired for this.
What will it be for me? I think if I make it to 50, my cause of death will be a heart attack. If I go out before then, I'm putting it down to cancer or an accident. I'm already getting chest pains. And holy crap, the age of 50 is as close to me as the age of 10 was. That's a little crazy. How are you going out? There's never really another chance, unless you make it so. If I get a chance, I'll write about it here so you'll at least know what happened to me before this page goes without updates. I can't speak for the other, who I believe will probably not blog again, and I have no idea what's going on with the other two members.
I think I'm done for the day. Now for some much needed sleep. :/
Joaquin out.
