Bored

In the words of Garfield, "I'm bored. Bored bored bored. Bored bored bored bored bored bored..."

I have no idea what this post is going to be about. Could be anything. Could be how sick I am of being sick. My head is just a container for mucous, as far as I can tell. And a bad one at that. I keep on leaking.

It's 3 am. It's moments like these when I can kind of see the whole "technology is dangerous" argument. Normally, I think hippie luddite-types are full of shit. And objectively they are. It's like calling a hammer "evil." A hammer isn't evil. A hammer is just a hammer. It knows not whether it has been used to build a house for orphans or beat a puppy senseless. "Good" and "evil" are attributes of moral agents, and last time I checked, most of the hammers I have ever had the fortune to have met were distinctly lacking in free will. Frankly, I'd like to find one that did have free will because then I could convince it to build me shit. Man, that would be sweet. What the hell was I talking about? Oh yeah. Technology. Technology is just a tool (not a toll as I first typed...that's just dumb). To paraphrase George Carlin, it's the sick fuck that uses it that determines whether it's good or evil. But as I said, sitting here in the dark at 3 am half under the covers, questionably coherent from virus and sleepiness, I can see how one might argue techology is evil. If I didn't have this laptop, and if blogging tools had never been invented, I would have no means by which to cause non-renewable fossil fuels to be burned in some far away power plant just so I can babble incoherently. And trust me: it is not in society's interest for my thoughts to be easily or permanently recorded. Ask anyone who has ever known, dated, or slept with me. Note that those are 3 distinct sets.

Because I will probably forget if I don't note it here, let me take a moment to express my fiery loathing for people who bring babies and young, tantrum-prone children on airplanes, particularly overnight flights. Well, the people and the babies too. Just because they're babies doesn't mean they escape blame. I'm with the Catholics on that whole original sin thing. Those fuckers were guilty the moment they deformed, mutilated, and ultimately popped out of what should normally be one of the most wonderful places on earth. (Interestingly, did you know that original sin was invented by the church because they couldn't figure out any other reasonable explanation for why babies needed to be baptized? True story. Kinda makes sense too...how much can a small mushy being whose head hasn't fully formed yet and who isn't capable of much other than drooling, crapping, feeding, crying, and occasionally coughing things up be guilty of? Hmm...actually, I may have just answered my own question. After all, shitting in your pants and making someone else clean it up really should qualify as a sin.)

Yeah, so anyway...horrible things should be done to parents who bring young children on overnight flights. I mean, just don't. Don't! There are other flights. Small children can't sleep through the night, especially on a plane. I am not a parent (to my knowledge) and I know this. I mean, do you understand that this is a profound imposition on me? You don't have a god-given right to inflict your spawn on me. I am not impressed with you that you successfully fucked someone. Pretty much any fucktard can do that. You are not a hero because the only way you could figure out to put meaning in your life was to create another being that was wholly dependent on you. If this were the wild, I would be fully within my rights to create a baby-be-que out of your beloved little one as the propagation of your genes would be a threat to my own. Granted, if this were the wild, we probably wouldn't be riding on an A320 and watching some abomination of film with High Grant on a fuzzy television. But damnit, my point stands.

(and no, I don't know where this anger comes from. Actually, I do: it's from all the times when I was really, really tired and had to surpress the urge to strangle an infant. If Republicans can claim to be the party of "values" and then turn around and loosen Congressional ethics rules, I think I should be able to find enough moral ambiguity to neatly fit a strangled baby. I think that's only fair.)

Anyway, like I said...rambling. Bored. Tired. Should probably quit before I threaten a member of the clergy or something. Who needs alcohol when you have a deep, insatiable inner rage at humanity you can tap just as easily? :)