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Revelations of The Weird Owl 05-15-2012 08:11 pm WeirdO's Blog
After watching a greater session of commercial television, which is something I do not do very often. Here, not very often means practically never('cept for game of thrones with me mom. the only hour of the week she can take with me without trying to behead me). So I sat of and started watching it. I wanted to know where has the telly evolved since I stopped watching. Now, to some extent, I understand the eugenicists. If you behave like cattle, prepare to be slaughtered. Now, you know there's nothing more upsetting to me than a bunch of faux-aristocrats proclaiming themselves kings of the world, and then deciding that it is their privilege...not privilege, but duty - to kill us off. First of all, being an aristocrat does not mean that you are highborne. You have to behave accordingly. Second of all. I am now trapped between two basically very strong emotions.
One is, obviously, that every sentinent being has the privilege to continue it's exisence.
The other is that I am horribly disgusted by you. Millions and millions of you watch tv every day? I maybe a little bit off the rail, but you...you should be ashamed of yourselves. Now I don't mean it for those who do not watch tv. I don't even mean it to those who don't either. I mean it to all who succumbs to peer pressure(I think that's the word) and goes rotting his/her brain with that crap. Do you know what the telly is? It is a one sided conversation, where The Telly Does The Talking! The whole concept...I mean didn't you even read 1984? It has so many subtle ways of twisting the human mind, and even more potential. This power can not be given to any kind of corporation. Do you not think of yourselves? Do you not think of humankind? The path that leads to ensuring the survival of our civilization. Forget CO2 emissions, and this faux-global warming crap. The concept that we can whack a planet is so mind boggingly surreal, I can not even believe you are buying it. The planet, because of the solar system is going to go through some very serious changes, thus more co is being emitted. Not by us, though. All the CO2 we've emitted since the industrial revolution, roughly equals the amount an average volcano eruption spits out. We whacking a planet...They whackin' you! We, destroying a complex system of life which has survived for at least 3.5 billion years on a rock floating in the nothingness weighing roughly 6000sextillion metric tons? Don't kid yourself. By the way, they say that nature was an eden of equilibrium and peace, where all the animals and plants have equal place to stay. It is not. I know nature. It is vicious, it is not at all balanced. It is a constant war between different life forms for survival. Locusts, for example have caused a lot of trouble. Much more than we did. They wander around, trying to find a patch of life, and then multiply and multiply till the area is clear of any vegetation, then they move on. Nothing peaceful about that. But at least they are an excellent source of nutrition. All bugs are. I always said we should incorporate them into our dinner plate. I hear the feminine readers. 'Ew. I don't want to eat creepy locusts.' They are more healthy than most of the crap you shovel into your face. The eskimos know what I'm talking about. They let bugs fester on some of the meat, to produce a low mass source of protein relatively easily. That is brilliant. Of course, I wouldn't eat flybugs. I hate flies. If you have been around flies as much as I did, you would too. But other kinds of creep would do. Oh, and I would not eat mole crickets either. For two reasons. 1. They eat everything. They chew on tar! 2. I love them. They are what I'd call cute.
Anyway. Tv is bad. It shuts down your thinking, and brings you to a state where you can be controlled like sheep. But you do, because others do too.
You are being told, and you do so. This is wrong.
Just, when you sit down to watch telly, think of three words: Tell, Lie, Vision. And for gods' sakes, protect yourselves. 'An open mind is like a fortress with its gates unbarred and unguarded.'
Now I am familiar with the idea of speculative fiction writers immortalizing themselves by creating laws. Like Clarke, and Asimov.
I have envisioned to create three laws. Not about robotics, or the universe, but my supposed path mankind should take.
So far, I have one.
Never believe anything you are supposed to believe.
Now, by writing(and through it, calming down a bit) I see it now.
I have always been disgusted by most of the people. They are shallow, ignorant, worthless pricks who do not deserve anything but they get. Their shallow, blissful, and worthless lives.
It is us, who suffer. The ones who are free in their minds. Now I am in a bad position.
I came to being, in a family of mediocrity. I know of my ancestors being in the elite, lords and high borne, but that glory is long lost. I have not seen anything of it. I, somehow, through some mutation, resemble more of my ancestry than my direct parents. Like the egg of a cuckoo, in a nest of the commoners. I am far above anyone in my family, and pretty much everyone I have met during my time(not many. I prefer confined spaces with artificial lights, without people, or with a very limited number of them.). Before you start it, I'd say, this is not a brag. I do not brag.
I have some very advanced skills on some fields, and little to none, on others. For instance: I am not at all strong physically. I can not play any kind of ball, I tend to forget things(I have a terrible short term memory) I am just awful in maths(though I am good at the basic binary operations and geometry.) I am not at all good at conversing with ordinary minds(I am good at speaking, not talking.), and I am terrible at basic human relationships. Perhaps, through a minimal mental work, you can figure it out, that the time most kids spent outside playing, I spent inside, reading. And it was the best choice I did not make purposefully.
Maybe, if you are a regular of my blog(still wondering if there's any) you might have seen that sometimes I am terribly incoherent. Now, that is not me problem, but yours. I am not incoherent, I use the language creatively.(you should hear what I do with hungarian) However, the alleged accusations of incoherency might not be without a basis. Still not incoherency, but rather incompatibility. Imagine how a decimal, and a binary computer would communicate. In my mind, all of it makes perfect sense, even after years. In there, everything makes sense. However, I often have trouble 'translating' it to the other people. It certainly takes time for people to start understanding me without limiting my use of language. After a few months, people realize that I am starting to make sense. After about half a year, they, more often than not, understand me. Partially, this is the reason why I have so hard time letting things go(and letting other things come) I hate change. It takes so much power out of me to adjust people into my life. It doesn't really matter, because I believe, I have found the perfect balance in my life, in terms of other living beings. In this matter, my life is perfect.
A few years ago, I would not have believed I would say(write) this, but I am happy. Kind of. The world still needs fixing, the vast majority of the people is still repellant, the ruling class is still not where it belongs(the crapper) and I'm still not anything I envisioned I will be, but it's changing. I will fix the world, stay clear of the people, we can still flush the Man down the hole, and I still have time to become all of it.
Oh, and If I have not told you, I don't hate humanity. I love it. From a reasonable distance, and for only short bursts of time. I believe in your right to speak freely, strive without constraints, and revere your imaginary friends with religious zeal. I believe I am here to make things a little better, but personally, I want no part of it. A small part maybe. In a small underground bunker with artificial lights and the almost total exclusion of the rest of you. No matter how much I have faith in you, I can barely stand being in the same room with other people(excluding a few). This is not hate or some kind of repulsion, but the way I am. And the way I am, is with me, or with me love. This is because I am hard to understand, and people who do not understand me, tend to treat me like some kind of a mental patient. Not that I care, but it is still not good, so I avoid it as much as possible. After somebody talked to me for a while, they usually recognize my merits, but I have no time befriending everyone I meet. I have more important matters in me hand.
I think I have written enough for today. I hope it makes sense. By the way, writing me instead of my, is neither a typo(would be too frequent for that anyway), nor a misknowledge. I like it. Like I like saying Anyway.
If you have time(and speakers, and ears, and organs vital to hearing) you should listen to this. I revere this song. I show the live version, because it has a guitar solo, so wicked, I can not tell.
Was it good? Thought so. Not the usual music I listen to(though QOTSA is one of my most favourite bands)
Now I think I am obliged to show the usual music I listen to. This is the basic building block of my musicality. The ground zero. The definition of music. I know it so well, that you could probably reconstruct it simply from my mind.
But the best genre, if you ask me, is Ragtime. This is the Magnetic Rag, and then Sugar Cane from The King, Scott Joplin
I have a wicked array of awesome music. I think I will show some more, but for now, this is enough.
Oh, just one more. From the Immortal Noël Coward. Because it is actual. So much, it should be called The Twenty-First Century Blues.
But I feel inclined to finish the post with something truly unique.
You wanted incoherency? Here's your incoherency. This song is so wicked, it's almost the same backwards. So similar to it, that I almost always tend to listen to it backwards. It is so incoherent, it actually makes sense backwards. How wicked is that? Awesome, ennit?
Today, I was front,
So, today I'll be back
With another post.