Reflections of Me : Some Thoughts About------Stuff.
I spend a inordinate amount of time just thinking about stuff. You know--stuff. I believe my mind has developed AADD. Or ADHD. Or maybe ACDC. Or possibly ADHOC. Certainly not IBM. More like ROTFLMFAO.
Just, it doesn't always let me know. You know? Which seems like a idiotic thing to ask, however, I have never claimed NOT to be a idiot. I know I'm a idiot, I wish I'd quit treating myself like one. Being a idiot, however, I don't know that I am.
I've always wondered, for example, about being a author, about writing a book. No idea what subject. What I have always wondered about is pseudonyms. Many authors use them at some point, so, I have considered what I would like to use. I believe I have settled upon one I like.
Almondine Amontillado. It's alliterative, it's-----hold on, there, I see you in the corner. Sniggering? What? You have a problem with that? Listen, there was a singer named Engelbert Humperdinck, and there is a actor named Benedict Cumberbatch, and you have a problem with Almondine Amontillado as a pseudonym? Fine! What about, Preposterous Prestidigitation?
No? Blast. Tough audience.
Litiginatious. That's a fun word to say. I made it up, just to say it. Try it. It doesn't have to mean anything! Which is good, because, it doesn't!
Words are stuff. Sometimes, stuff can be smart. Sometimes, dumb. Sometimes, downright stupid. Stuff can be real, or it can be imagined. Isn't stuff wonderful?
Well, all right, perhaps not ALL stuff is wonderful. I'm willing to flex on that. Then again, different stuff means different things to different people. For example : some people like raw oysters, or, boiled okra. Whatever. Personally, I prefer wiping my nose before the runoff reaches my mouth, but, hey, we all have our quirks, right? After all, it's just stuff. I happen to like onions. And broccoli and cauliflower. In fact, most vegetables, be they green, red, or yellow.
Ideas are stuff. In fact, a idea is only stuff until one amasses enough stuff to make it visible. At which point, it becomes--yes, NEW stuff. I heard a saying once : that there are no original ideas. I take some issue with that. If I have a idea, even if someone else had it before me, it's still original. To ME! Hey, I can't take responsibility for someone else's stuff. Let them worry about their own stuff!
You might wonder, at this stage, what the heck is this idiot's point? Well, first, points are just stuff, and not all of us are sharp enough to have a point. If we were, we would likely bleed to death from damage from our points. Best to leave it at stuff. See my point?
I can hear the snorts. Careful. Snorts are stuff. Dangerous stuff. And hurtful, if they have a point. So, this seems to be stuff and nonsense? Okay....my bad, I didn't include nonsense in the title. I did however include stuff.
Other stuff. I like spooky movies and books. These are good stuff. Or, could be, if there were more of them which were actually spooky. The spookiness level is only as good as the atmosphere and tension the venue creates. Sadly, most spooky film has degenerated into slasher gore-fests featuring hordes of zombified human beings intent upon dismembering and devouring non-zombified human beings. Fans of which seem more intent upon being disgusted rather than frightened. In fact, to me, it seems that disgust has replaced good old-fashioned adrenaline pumping fear when horror films are being discussed. This may perhaps be due to the fact that we human animals WANT to be afraid. We crave it, and our entertainment venues have failed us, so, we create our own.
We create everyday, real-life events to be afraid of. We develop fears of stuff. All kinds of stuff. Most importantly, stuff that is different, different to our way of life or our thinking or our education. Then we search for the ephemeral 'them' who will protect us from those other 'them'. It then becomes, one is either 'we'. or 'they'. If you ain't 'we', you must be 'they', and 'they' want to take our women, our belongings, our rights, our freedoms, our land, our gods. 'They' want our 'STUFF'!
Fear. Fear makes us easy to control. Because we like our stuff, and we don't want to lose our stuff. Never mind that our stuff was never in any real danger ; we like being afraid, and what better fear is there than being afraid of all we see and hear? It isn't new. The success of little tyrants using natural forces to scare the villages into submission by convincing them the gods were angry? Bring me a virgin! We shall sacrifice her to the gods and appease them! Whaddaya mean, we're fresh outta virgins? Why, you HEATHENS! And here I sit, trying to appease your gods with only my shining good works and my friend Hairy Palm.
You could have at least shared! Hear that? Yes, Thor is angry! Oh, you are so gonna get it now! Ok, where'd I put my hammer? Oh. Sorry, man. Eh, you should get that foot looked at.
Halloween is near. Time for more stuff! Sweet stuff, spooky stuff! We have midterms coming up shortly after---now, THAT is scary stuff! If we mess this up, Halloween may seem pale in comparison. Hard to work up a good chill watching The Legend of Hell House ( film, 1973 ) when any minute you may have nuclear missiles dropping on your roof, or uniformed jackbooters kicking in your door.
Stuff. Stuff and nonsense. I hope you enjoyed my stuff. I am off now to find stuff I enjoy. Because, you see, it's all---well---- stuff.
Just, it doesn't always let me know. You know? Which seems like a idiotic thing to ask, however, I have never claimed NOT to be a idiot. I know I'm a idiot, I wish I'd quit treating myself like one. Being a idiot, however, I don't know that I am.
I've always wondered, for example, about being a author, about writing a book. No idea what subject. What I have always wondered about is pseudonyms. Many authors use them at some point, so, I have considered what I would like to use. I believe I have settled upon one I like.
Almondine Amontillado. It's alliterative, it's-----hold on, there, I see you in the corner. Sniggering? What? You have a problem with that? Listen, there was a singer named Engelbert Humperdinck, and there is a actor named Benedict Cumberbatch, and you have a problem with Almondine Amontillado as a pseudonym? Fine! What about, Preposterous Prestidigitation?
No? Blast. Tough audience.
Litiginatious. That's a fun word to say. I made it up, just to say it. Try it. It doesn't have to mean anything! Which is good, because, it doesn't!
Words are stuff. Sometimes, stuff can be smart. Sometimes, dumb. Sometimes, downright stupid. Stuff can be real, or it can be imagined. Isn't stuff wonderful?
Well, all right, perhaps not ALL stuff is wonderful. I'm willing to flex on that. Then again, different stuff means different things to different people. For example : some people like raw oysters, or, boiled okra. Whatever. Personally, I prefer wiping my nose before the runoff reaches my mouth, but, hey, we all have our quirks, right? After all, it's just stuff. I happen to like onions. And broccoli and cauliflower. In fact, most vegetables, be they green, red, or yellow.
Ideas are stuff. In fact, a idea is only stuff until one amasses enough stuff to make it visible. At which point, it becomes--yes, NEW stuff. I heard a saying once : that there are no original ideas. I take some issue with that. If I have a idea, even if someone else had it before me, it's still original. To ME! Hey, I can't take responsibility for someone else's stuff. Let them worry about their own stuff!
You might wonder, at this stage, what the heck is this idiot's point? Well, first, points are just stuff, and not all of us are sharp enough to have a point. If we were, we would likely bleed to death from damage from our points. Best to leave it at stuff. See my point?
I can hear the snorts. Careful. Snorts are stuff. Dangerous stuff. And hurtful, if they have a point. So, this seems to be stuff and nonsense? Okay....my bad, I didn't include nonsense in the title. I did however include stuff.
Other stuff. I like spooky movies and books. These are good stuff. Or, could be, if there were more of them which were actually spooky. The spookiness level is only as good as the atmosphere and tension the venue creates. Sadly, most spooky film has degenerated into slasher gore-fests featuring hordes of zombified human beings intent upon dismembering and devouring non-zombified human beings. Fans of which seem more intent upon being disgusted rather than frightened. In fact, to me, it seems that disgust has replaced good old-fashioned adrenaline pumping fear when horror films are being discussed. This may perhaps be due to the fact that we human animals WANT to be afraid. We crave it, and our entertainment venues have failed us, so, we create our own.
We create everyday, real-life events to be afraid of. We develop fears of stuff. All kinds of stuff. Most importantly, stuff that is different, different to our way of life or our thinking or our education. Then we search for the ephemeral 'them' who will protect us from those other 'them'. It then becomes, one is either 'we'. or 'they'. If you ain't 'we', you must be 'they', and 'they' want to take our women, our belongings, our rights, our freedoms, our land, our gods. 'They' want our 'STUFF'!
Fear. Fear makes us easy to control. Because we like our stuff, and we don't want to lose our stuff. Never mind that our stuff was never in any real danger ; we like being afraid, and what better fear is there than being afraid of all we see and hear? It isn't new. The success of little tyrants using natural forces to scare the villages into submission by convincing them the gods were angry? Bring me a virgin! We shall sacrifice her to the gods and appease them! Whaddaya mean, we're fresh outta virgins? Why, you HEATHENS! And here I sit, trying to appease your gods with only my shining good works and my friend Hairy Palm.
You could have at least shared! Hear that? Yes, Thor is angry! Oh, you are so gonna get it now! Ok, where'd I put my hammer? Oh. Sorry, man. Eh, you should get that foot looked at.
Halloween is near. Time for more stuff! Sweet stuff, spooky stuff! We have midterms coming up shortly after---now, THAT is scary stuff! If we mess this up, Halloween may seem pale in comparison. Hard to work up a good chill watching The Legend of Hell House ( film, 1973 ) when any minute you may have nuclear missiles dropping on your roof, or uniformed jackbooters kicking in your door.
Stuff. Stuff and nonsense. I hope you enjoyed my stuff. I am off now to find stuff I enjoy. Because, you see, it's all---well---- stuff.
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