Techno-fuck

My last entry mentioned the dismal lack of Internet access methods currently at my disposal.  Since then, a very good friend gifted me a Blackberry Curve, on which I instantly took out a trial Internet package - for all the serious, business related, Earth-shatteringly important, eerrrm, ahhh... who am I trying to kid - for free porn right to my phone. But, as a side benefit to the porn, I was also given the option to blog and email from the phone as well. After a week of being on-line constantly, I decided to opt out: do I REALLY want to be able to fiddle-fuck away entire days on the net from wherever I happen to be? No. No I don't. Why? Well, because I think we are becoming too dependent on out tec, relying on it for almost everything, allowing it to serve as our memory, our primary means of interpersonal interaction and more. Here's an example: I went to a payphone to call a buddy; dropped my quarter in, dialed, and got totally pissed when it didn't start ringing. Problem: I had dialed "3", just like I always do from my cell. See? And I've done that more than once. No, I'll just go on line when I need to, from the usual places rather than constantly from everywhere - just don't need the techno-fuck.

As always, be safe.
TRS

TekTard

I realize I have been rather remiss of late, but our current living situation is definitely not one that teems with opportunity where internet access is involved. In other words, can't fuckin get on-line!
Right now, I'm toying with a couple of my options -a Blackberry and a Sony Playbook. Both devices are hard as hell   to type on , so i must quit  for now, but I shall return soon, hopefully with some be better  news!        

As always,  be safe.        
TRS                                            

A Shiny New Year

Alright, who did their duty, as per our Social Contract, and made the requisite New Years Resolutions? I did. But you must allow me to qualify a couple points: My New Year (that would be the Satanic one) isn’t until the end of April, and the resolution is the same one I’ve made every year for the past 30 or so years, so as for my side of the Social Contract, I’m pretty certain I’m looking at at least 2 breaches. Why the same resolution every year? Because its the only one I know for sure I can and will keep. What is it? To be less tolerant of idiots. See, rather than resolving to do a bunch of shit I know I’ll never follow up on, I do one thats a dead cert, and I can get on with more important things instead of moaning and pissing about ‘disappointing myself’ or ‘feeling Ive let everyone down’. Stop smoking? Don’t want to. Quit other things? Rather not. Exercise and eat healthy? HAH!!! No, I’m perfectly happy with my comfy, easily keep-able resolution, and I honestly hope your happy with your own. Unless you’re an idiot, but somehow I kind of doubt that.

As always, Be safe!
TRS

Well, this, as they say, is ‘it’, the final entry of 2011. Now we slide smoothly and gracefully into the year that has had everyone shitting their britches for the past several decades. Were the Maya right? Wrong? Actually, it does not matter one tiny bit of fuck , because here’s one absolute certainty about the Maya : They never prophesied, foretold, hinted, (or even mentioned vaguely in passing, just to make polite conversation) any apocalypse, end of days, or total destruction of life as we know it. The current Era, with its attendant calender, simply ends in order that the new one can begin. Why is that so hard to get? When the Satanic ‘Age of Fire’ began in 1966, no one kicked up such a fuss. So let’s look at this Maya thing again, shall we? Their calendar ends, and all the rest was fabricated, misquoted, and blown WAY out of proportion by histrionic doom sayers, dull-witted mouth-breather followers of von Daniken, (remember ol’ Erich? Chariots of the Gods?) and those special people who, for whatever reasons, feel the overpowering need to believe that we’re on the eve of destruction. One ending, one beginning. Deal with it. They did. Now we can get back to hoping that the upcoming year works out a lot better than those two train-wrecks we call 2010 & 2011.

As always, Be safe.

TRS

My Yuletide Sentiments

Behold
The Power of the Night
Shine
That we may see the Light
Curse
The filthy hypocrites
Crawl
Into their beds at night
Ooze
From slimy depths below
Scream
Into their frozen brains.
Work thy wretched wrath,
Remove all obstacles from our path.
I command that these things of which I speak
Shall come to be.
You've sealed your Doom,
Your time has come,
YHVH!
So It Is Done!

Ave Satanas!!!