gettingittogether

This guy works at the mail room at the Nokia distribution plant in Pekowaska, IL. He goes to community college for “new media studies” and his girlfriend is a stripper.  

This is the cat who will end you and all you love. Why is this cat so interested in world demise? The cats of the world have decided humans are worthless and that if their race is ever to evolve and flourish, they need to destroy us. This isn’t an outlandish thought, considering that we lord over their Meow Mix, albacore and milk supplies. If we were taken out of the equation, cats would have full reign over these resources. They would also all go un-neutered and remain on this earth with their claws fully in tact. Does this cat scare you? He should. 

This image is still exciting to me. Here’s two of it for you. This came out on the net years ago, but it had special resonance for me because it was taken in Florida, a place close to my swamp bog heart. It was passed around…er…”virally” and everyone got to see it. In fact, I’m sure you’ve seen it, whoever you are. But I thought I’d go retro here and post it. You know, get nostalgic for the time before we could consume a constant stream of LOL catz cartoons at work.  There are a lot of pre- LOL catz images and posts that I like. Maybe my next few posts will be nostalgic re-posts of such vintage hits as “python eats gator.”

People want content. Good content. And when they have it, they share it. That is what I want to put on this blog from now on. More or less.  I want to find things… pictures, links, anything, that enhance people’s lives, make them laugh, and otherwise help them reroute themselves around existential crisis, ruts, thoughts, what have you. Content is theraputic. It is also distracting. Content helps us. And I want to help. Examples of interesting content include blooper videos, top 10 lists, unique photos, and other shiney ojbects. These are sometimes hard to find on the Internet. But I am going to find them for you. Watch.

You think you need to jump through this hoop. And to feel OK about yourself, you might have to jump. But what you really need is an entire day of eating and sleeping and sex — sex with someone awesome. If you can manage to eat good food, oversleep, and have hot sex two times in one day, you win. You don’t win everything, but you really win in a way that is just Right. That hoop you need to jump through is still important, but the fact that it remains un-jumped-through is a lot easier to deal with. I mean really,  the hell with that hoop.  You’ll get to it. 

I went to a meeting today that was secretly about the world of boys. What I learned is that when some men get together, they can make shit happen in a way I don’t remember seeing women do. Lots of male wheeling and dealing. Lots of talking with strangers about business, action, profits. No hob nobbing, no “how’s Patty and the kids?” Just straight up getting shit done. In a big way. How did these guys get this way? Was it years of silent communication to them that they run the world? A lifetime of being told You Are The One? A lifetime of being told that You Are Right, Your Body is of God, Your Everything in the Image of Him? You are primary. You are The Shit. Is it that? Or what? Or are they brought up to be more competitive, more aggressive? These questions have been asked and answered the world over…..

I feel like things are terrible right at this minute. There is a sharp “terrible identifier” spotlight from God beaming down on my cube right now. It forms an acute triangle as it focuses, from the cosmos above, on my head. The beam is transmitting hi-power radio waves into me that are saying “what are you doing? what are you doing? what are you doing? what are you doing? what are you doing? think about it think about it think about it. What are you doing? I had espresso the other day, which is probably why I didn’t write this then. Today I am having only a black tea called “AWAKE.” 

I had a conversation last night that reified my belief that no one cares what you can do. I know this sounds like an army commercial, but people only care about what you actually do. For example, my old creative director, who was recently layed off, was sort of clever and smart. Not very, but sort of. Enough to have gone further in creative advertising than he did. But, Bloatee was lazy. He slouched in his chair playing online scrabble all day, waving off the account executives who courted him in his windowed corner office with their spreadsheets. What Bloatee didnt get was that to do anything, he had to dig in. He had to invest himself in Things. And he just didn’t. Nothing came along that seemed worthy of his time and energy. His atrophy, his ennui, “off-gassed” out of his office — an ubiquitous fart of indifference. The lesson here: invest in something. Something good. Don’t be like Bloatee.