What is the matter with all these profile sites?

I'll tell you what the matter is: THEY SUCK. Yet, we are all addicted to them.

It all started with Friendster about two years ago. Everyone and their mother was joining this thing like a black man looking for a coat in Antartica. Soon, we all had cool looking profiles with custom backgrounds, music, and even a video which would begin playing when someone came to our profile. How cool. A video. I'll turn on MTV if I want to watch a damn music video. Wait, MTV doesn't play videos anymore because "reality TV", or the fakeness of it, has consumed that station without a burp. Does the video make you cooler because you have it on your profile and maybe the person viewing your profile will think you are just as cool as the artist singing or dancing in the little square video screen? One will never know the meaning behind that shit.

After Friendster's shine started getting dull, then came MySpace. MySpace actually existed way before Friendster became popular, but then all of a sudden there was a sudden influx of people on MySpace. Everyone that used to be on Friendster was now on MySpace. And if YOU werent on it yet, you were not cool. MySpace was more customizable...which turned out to be a bad thing because now you have all these idiots with no HTML design concept putting falling hearts, raindrops, and any other pieces of HTML crap code they can find on the web, and incorporating it all into their Myspace pages. Some pages take an eternity to load.

Now comes Facebok. Facebook has also been around for a while. Mostly college students were initially on it. Facebook is now the profile site of choice. Let me move my goddamn profile yet to another site. Let me copy and paste all the nonsensical crap I have written about myself on MySpace, which was copied and pasted from my Friendster profile, and put it now on Facebook. I must get about 5-10 friend requests a day at the time of this writing, because Facebook is the cool place to be. Its where the action is happening. The new hang out spot. Like soo totalllly rrraad.

My prediction is that in two years or less, there will be a new site whose asscrack everyone will be jumping on. Facebook will be the thing of the past and you will say to your friends who have not joined the new profile site, "You're still on that old Facebook?" with a disgusted face.

Get some new friends is what I will say to them. Screw all of this, Im out.

Here's an oxymoron for you

Eat a Powerbar, then eat a donut.

Life = Work? It Cant Be!

While on the topic of Henry David Thoreau's book "Walden", I came across an interesting view of life and work:

Rather than purposefully living, the vast majority of people's lives are little more than a series of reactions to events and forces outside themselves. That's not truly living. That's just survival. Yet most people willingly engage in simple survival today in the belief that they will get their chance at actual living tomorrow. If they can earn enough money now surely they will be able to retire one day and enjoy life. Those are long odds, however. Assuming you live long enough to try it, will you know how to enjoy life? Or be in good health?

Thoreau says: "This spending of the best part of one's life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it reminds me of the Englishman who went to India to make a fortune first, in order that he might return to England and live the life of a poet. He should have gone up garret at once. What!" exclaim a million Irishmen starting up from all the shanties in the land, "is not this railroad which we have built a good thing?" Yes, I answer, comparatively good, that is, you might have done worse; but I wish, as you are brothers of mine, that you could have spent your time better than digging in this dirt."

In conclusion, we need to live our lives rather than find out too late that is has, in fact, lived us.

From: http://thoreau.eserver.org/oneless.html

Clothing - What is it really?

They say that clothing makes the man. There is the term "dressed for success". But what is clothing anyway except a grotesque form of covering our naked bodies? After reading an excerpt from
"Walden" by Henry Thoreau, which was written in 1854, I posed the same question, right here in 2007. Thats right I said it, 2007.

Think of it this way. When you look back at your old pictures from 1980-something, you say to yourself, "What the hell was I wearing"?! Or, "Why the hell did I ever do my hair like that?!". Its because you're ugly, bitch. Just kidding. But seriously, do you ever wonder why you ask that question? Its because the clothing you wore only 20 years ago is now so disgusting and looks so ridiculous that your lips move in unnatural positions when you see a picture of yourself in it.

Now go back to only 10 years ago...to 1997. Even then, you will probably say to yourself the same thing. You will look at your friends and family members in the clothing of that time period and laugh at them... but you sure werent laughing when you were in that present moment were you? You probably thought it was cool to wear whatever it was that you were wearing..e.g. striped leotards.

So it is safe to say that 20 years from now, we will look back to this decade and say the same about the clothing we wear now. All the fashionable Gucci, Prada, Gap, Banana Republic, and all the hairstyles that we sport today will look so grotesque and outdated in the year 2020. Yet we think we look so good in them now. Let me put on my mid riff top. Let me spike my hair with so much gel that it looks like I just parachuted out of an airplane and landed at your party. Let me do some hip hop dances such as the "Lean Back", or the "Walk It Out"..when I know damn well how ridiculous I will look 20 years from now.

So ladies and gentlemen, dont be so caught up with clothing and the so-called fashion of the day. It is just a ridiculous ploy by clothing companies to lure you in and make the profits by letting you think you are wearing something great. Clothing is just an outer cloth to cover our naked bodies as part of the three necessities in life. For those of you who dont know what they are, they are Food, Clothing, and Shelter. How many times have I met a man whose character changed as frequently as his clothes changed. Very seldomly have I met someone who has not been affected by his outer garments and kept his character intact for years on end. "Thats a real nigga", as they would say in the hood. Word up, I'm out.

The Biggest Bitch I Know: New Jersey traffic

Why? Because it took over two hours to get home yesterday, when I live only 35 miles away. First I took the NJ Turnpike, which was moving slower than a snail making its way over a field of glue. So then I illegally turned around before the toll booths and took 1&9, which was backed up like an intestine full of tea with a buttplug attached. I finally took Route 22 to the Garden State Parkway, which was clear as day. The Parkway is NEVER clear, but it was today. How unpredictable. Just like a bitch. Why? Because a bitch is unpredictable. One minute she's mad, another minute she's glad. One day the Parkway is a parking lot, another day its a race course. This is why New Jersey traffic is the Biggest Bitch I know.

Its raining

Its raining hard. The plants will be watered and thus grow into bigger plants. The summer will be green. Plant life will be luscious. However, my umbrella is broken, so my hair will be wet. But I have a towel, so all is not lost.