I don't think people appreciate my sense of humor. Good thing I don't care.
1. My username is tranquilwhale because people kept asking stupid questions about you_dont_grok. See, the problem there was that my username included the second party. It made people curious, because they felt it was a personal attack. It wasn't. I just got tired of explaining that to people. I chose tranquilwhale because this journal was supposed to be the cooler, cleaner, less rabid version. Turning over a new leaf and all that jazz. It didn't work so well, but I dug it. I chose the whale part because it's pretty much the antithesis of what I am. IN fact, the username itself it pretty much anti-Carl. I suppose you could interpret that in a couple of ways, but I was mostly trying ot turn myself into something I wasn't.
2. My journal is titled The World Through Salsa-Stained Tupperware because I first created this a few days after an intersting after-school experience. Essentially I was talking to ginger, she had some salsa nd chips and offered them to me. I finished them off and asked if I could keep the tupperware container they were in. It wasn't hers, so she didn't care, and gave it to me. I spent hte next 45 minutes staring at hte tworld through salsa-stained tupperware. I grew a totally differnt perspective on the world during those moments. It had nothing to do with the tupperware, but the image is pretty cool. I'm thinking of changing it again, though.
3. My subtitle is nonexistant because I didn't care enough to give it a name. I mean, really, the title covers everything. I had no needs for a subtitle. If, in the future, I decide to switch things up, I might add one, but for now it's completely unnecessary.
4. My friends page is called I Apologize For Their Disturbing Behavior because well, you guys do and say some pretty creepy things. I don't want you guys getting the wrong impression about me from the company I keep. Especially the socialists. And that giraffe. But, yeah, basically, all I'm doing with that is insulting people. Maybe I should remove it. I'm sure some people aprreciate it.
5. My default userpic is Calvin Coolidge's portrait because he's the coolest president ever, my hero, and a man to admire. Admire him, bitches. That's right...worship...
Oh, crap. I guess I listen to mainstream music. Who knew? I mean, when Petr, Petr's sister, that girl I kind of know, that other girl, and twelve people who post on the blogs I read listen to a band, it's mainstream. And when they're pretty high up on my list of favorites, I guess I can't really call myself a connosieur of the odder end of the spectrum, anymore.
I hate the populist movement. I always have. Really, what's life without a little elitist prejudice? Music isn't the only place it's useful though. It's just as necessary with any other form of media. Books, for example. The classics might be classic, but they're boring. {And who in their right mind can read Balzac, anyway? Soooo many commasss...fuck your page-long sentences, sir.} Grocery store novels might be entertaining, but they're dumb. [Case in point: Harry Potter (aka Wizards don't ride brooms, but I don't care) and Dan Brown (aka Hey, I've got a great idea for a novel...but I'm such a crappy writer, I think I'll blow chunks instead of typing words) and Tolkein (aka I'm not half the writer people think I am. In fact, I'm really just a stuck up British guy with too much time on my hands. Let's rip off norse sagas instead of being original, shall we?)] Hidden little jewels in the library - that's where the cool shit is at. Fo' serious. (Plus amazon.com: you can check to see how many people've bought a book. Definitely a good indicator. Plus the reviews are helpful. I always look for books on amazon and steal them from the library. It's the best way to go. Seriously) I mean, have you ever spent an hour just searching, looking for that hidden, forgotten little novel? I'll bet not. Because I live a cooler life than ye. Too bad, though. You'd enjoy it.
It's the same with movies. (There are too many movies that never even make it to the box office. I'm not saying Star Wars IV wasn't awesome, just that the Hulk was...uh...dumb) Or art. (Screw abstract bullcrap, aight? Seriously, romanticism, all the way.) Comics. (Calvin & hobbes or bust. Well, unless it's Bloom County. The old ones.) Computer games. (Prior to 1998, computer games had plots, characters, and actually made sense. And computers were too slow for them to demand decent reflexes of me.) Newpapers. (The NYT is crap. And liberal up the ass. Washington Post, bitches) You get the picture, here. Fuck the people. They don't know what's good for them.
When's the last time you read a good book? Recently, right? (I hope) Was it critcally acclaimed? Was it assigned by your English teacher? Was it on a summer reading list? Is it the top-selling book on Amazon? Case in point: I doubt Ms. Taylor, Macdonal, or Canalori have heard of half the books I read. Probably haven't even considered giving kids something 'new' to read. Something cool. Something whose plot hasn't been rehashed in every 'major novel of the twentieth century' ever. Something whose cahracters resemble people someone could actually understand or find compassion for.
No, it's freaking Shakespeare, Homer, and J.D. fucking Salinger. If I hear about another poor Sophmore reading 'Rat Saw God', I'll punch some faces. Seriously.
I'm not saying we shouldn't like the things English teachers assign. I enjoyed Billy Budd, I really did. (Though I only remember it vaguely - Pneumonia, and all) I thought it was cool shit. Did I think that because some old guy with a beard gave it an award? Pfff, no. I liked it because I like the ideas it presented. I liked it because it was simplistic and easy to understand, with intriguing characters and a penchant for challenging the values of society. That's why I liked it. When people tell me something's good because their brother, mother, cousin, friend, or roommate likes it, I just get so angry.
Society doesn't and shouldn't dictate what is good. If you like something other people like, fine. But don't let that be your guiding light when choosing literature, or a blog to read, or a newspaper to stumble over, or a movie to watch, or a band to become ravenous after. My God, man, what is that? It doesn't make sense. And, even if you find a particular thing you enjoy, even if you find that perfect niche, don't shout to the heavens to because other people happen to like it too. No one cares, and I find it offensive. And fan clubs are the worst.
Anyhow, I've been looking forward to this weekend so much, and now it looks like it's going to suck. Everyone's home and all my plans have been dashed against the rocks of logistics and asinine parents. Blast it all. Well, Monday should be good.
I'm still totally wiped from this afternoon, though. Ow. Seriously, God damn, I hate this. My head is like...empty. I think I'll go read soem vapid, stupid shit no one's ever heard of or will ever care about and fall asleep.
Damn, I keep going ot bed so early. 8,9, 10 pm. S'crazy. Since when do I get a good night's sleep? Damn.
Oh, and I need to increase my knowledge of drugs. The only reason I had any idea what was going on during that psych test was because the answers were on the board. God, I don't know what kind of effects cocaine actually has. I don't care, either. God. It's like he's trying to turn me into an alcohol chugging, hippie-ass druggie who's scared of the beatles. Or something.
That might just be me, though.
I love Deerhoof. Omg, they're the best. Like, whoa. (I have absolutely no idea of the lyrics, though. High-pitched Asian bassists aren't really that comprehensible.)
In other news: I am enamored. Crud.
"Stand down red alert, men. The Klingon bird of prey has gone to warp."
"But, Cap'n, there's still the Romulans."
"They won't interfere now. They daren't risk an intergalatic incident. No, Scotty, you can give those engines a rest, now."
"They 'preciate it, Cap'n."
"That they do. That they do."
2. My journal is titled The World Through Salsa-Stained Tupperware because I first created this a few days after an intersting after-school experience. Essentially I was talking to ginger, she had some salsa nd chips and offered them to me. I finished them off and asked if I could keep the tupperware container they were in. It wasn't hers, so she didn't care, and gave it to me. I spent hte next 45 minutes staring at hte tworld through salsa-stained tupperware. I grew a totally differnt perspective on the world during those moments. It had nothing to do with the tupperware, but the image is pretty cool. I'm thinking of changing it again, though.
3. My subtitle is nonexistant because I didn't care enough to give it a name. I mean, really, the title covers everything. I had no needs for a subtitle. If, in the future, I decide to switch things up, I might add one, but for now it's completely unnecessary.
4. My friends page is called I Apologize For Their Disturbing Behavior because well, you guys do and say some pretty creepy things. I don't want you guys getting the wrong impression about me from the company I keep. Especially the socialists. And that giraffe. But, yeah, basically, all I'm doing with that is insulting people. Maybe I should remove it. I'm sure some people aprreciate it.
5. My default userpic is Calvin Coolidge's portrait because he's the coolest president ever, my hero, and a man to admire. Admire him, bitches. That's right...worship...
Oh, crap. I guess I listen to mainstream music. Who knew? I mean, when Petr, Petr's sister, that girl I kind of know, that other girl, and twelve people who post on the blogs I read listen to a band, it's mainstream. And when they're pretty high up on my list of favorites, I guess I can't really call myself a connosieur of the odder end of the spectrum, anymore.
I hate the populist movement. I always have. Really, what's life without a little elitist prejudice? Music isn't the only place it's useful though. It's just as necessary with any other form of media. Books, for example. The classics might be classic, but they're boring. {And who in their right mind can read Balzac, anyway? Soooo many commasss...fuck your page-long sentences, sir.} Grocery store novels might be entertaining, but they're dumb. [Case in point: Harry Potter (aka Wizards don't ride brooms, but I don't care) and Dan Brown (aka Hey, I've got a great idea for a novel...but I'm such a crappy writer, I think I'll blow chunks instead of typing words) and Tolkein (aka I'm not half the writer people think I am. In fact, I'm really just a stuck up British guy with too much time on my hands. Let's rip off norse sagas instead of being original, shall we?)] Hidden little jewels in the library - that's where the cool shit is at. Fo' serious. (Plus amazon.com: you can check to see how many people've bought a book. Definitely a good indicator. Plus the reviews are helpful. I always look for books on amazon and steal them from the library. It's the best way to go. Seriously) I mean, have you ever spent an hour just searching, looking for that hidden, forgotten little novel? I'll bet not. Because I live a cooler life than ye. Too bad, though. You'd enjoy it.
It's the same with movies. (There are too many movies that never even make it to the box office. I'm not saying Star Wars IV wasn't awesome, just that the Hulk was...uh...dumb) Or art. (Screw abstract bullcrap, aight? Seriously, romanticism, all the way.) Comics. (Calvin & hobbes or bust. Well, unless it's Bloom County. The old ones.) Computer games. (Prior to 1998, computer games had plots, characters, and actually made sense. And computers were too slow for them to demand decent reflexes of me.) Newpapers. (The NYT is crap. And liberal up the ass. Washington Post, bitches) You get the picture, here. Fuck the people. They don't know what's good for them.
When's the last time you read a good book? Recently, right? (I hope) Was it critcally acclaimed? Was it assigned by your English teacher? Was it on a summer reading list? Is it the top-selling book on Amazon? Case in point: I doubt Ms. Taylor, Macdonal, or Canalori have heard of half the books I read. Probably haven't even considered giving kids something 'new' to read. Something cool. Something whose plot hasn't been rehashed in every 'major novel of the twentieth century' ever. Something whose cahracters resemble people someone could actually understand or find compassion for.
No, it's freaking Shakespeare, Homer, and J.D. fucking Salinger. If I hear about another poor Sophmore reading 'Rat Saw God', I'll punch some faces. Seriously.
I'm not saying we shouldn't like the things English teachers assign. I enjoyed Billy Budd, I really did. (Though I only remember it vaguely - Pneumonia, and all) I thought it was cool shit. Did I think that because some old guy with a beard gave it an award? Pfff, no. I liked it because I like the ideas it presented. I liked it because it was simplistic and easy to understand, with intriguing characters and a penchant for challenging the values of society. That's why I liked it. When people tell me something's good because their brother, mother, cousin, friend, or roommate likes it, I just get so angry.
Society doesn't and shouldn't dictate what is good. If you like something other people like, fine. But don't let that be your guiding light when choosing literature, or a blog to read, or a newspaper to stumble over, or a movie to watch, or a band to become ravenous after. My God, man, what is that? It doesn't make sense. And, even if you find a particular thing you enjoy, even if you find that perfect niche, don't shout to the heavens to because other people happen to like it too. No one cares, and I find it offensive. And fan clubs are the worst.
Anyhow, I've been looking forward to this weekend so much, and now it looks like it's going to suck. Everyone's home and all my plans have been dashed against the rocks of logistics and asinine parents. Blast it all. Well, Monday should be good.
I'm still totally wiped from this afternoon, though. Ow. Seriously, God damn, I hate this. My head is like...empty. I think I'll go read soem vapid, stupid shit no one's ever heard of or will ever care about and fall asleep.
Damn, I keep going ot bed so early. 8,9, 10 pm. S'crazy. Since when do I get a good night's sleep? Damn.
Oh, and I need to increase my knowledge of drugs. The only reason I had any idea what was going on during that psych test was because the answers were on the board. God, I don't know what kind of effects cocaine actually has. I don't care, either. God. It's like he's trying to turn me into an alcohol chugging, hippie-ass druggie who's scared of the beatles. Or something.
That might just be me, though.
I love Deerhoof. Omg, they're the best. Like, whoa. (I have absolutely no idea of the lyrics, though. High-pitched Asian bassists aren't really that comprehensible.)
In other news: I am enamored. Crud.
"Stand down red alert, men. The Klingon bird of prey has gone to warp."
"But, Cap'n, there's still the Romulans."
"They won't interfere now. They daren't risk an intergalatic incident. No, Scotty, you can give those engines a rest, now."
"They 'preciate it, Cap'n."
"That they do. That they do."