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Trolls

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How does one tell when someone is actually voicing an unpopular opinion or when someone is just being a troll? A troll? A troll for someone that doesn’t know is some one that just wants to jump into a conversation either on a message board, a comments section, or maybe a social network and derail the conversation with something that is unpopular. Many times it is obvious when someone is being a troll, but other times it isn’t. For example, if you post a picture of your puppy on reddit, and someone comes in and goes…

YOUR PUPPY IS UGLY AND SHOULD BE SHOT IN THE FACE WITH FLAMES FROM SATAN’S COCK!

There is a good chance this guy is just trying to derail the conversation into people yelling at the guy for being a cunt! which he either is for thinking the puppy is ugly, or is for not keeping the opinion to himself, or IS for just saying it to be a cunt… no other reason… deep down he thinks the puppy is cute, but he gets his rocks off by saying something contrary.

NOW, I found this as a 1 star rating on Amazon for Raiders of the Lost Ark,

I don’t want cinema to be like that……. that all i have to say… this is film dont worth more of my attention, I hate it! I would like it if i thought killing is verry fun, but if you americans love this kind of films enjoy yourself, this is not the kind of cinema that I want…

Is this a troll? I dunno!?

I could be trolling three things here, not only the movie, but people who speak english as a second language, AND/OR the entire country of the united states for being sadistic killing loving, murder boner having, bloodgasm inducing nut jobs who can only enjoy their art in this way. I honestly don’t know where this guy is coming from, but if he wasn’t trolling it would be really interesting to talk to this person and get some further feedback.

 

I Got Sidetracked

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I said I would write on here once a day, which I tried to do but at some point I missed a few days and then I tried to log into this site again and it wouldn’t let me thanks to a hiccup in WordPress’ system. So once that happened I didn’t try to log back into here again until today. So here I am writing on here for the first time in a few weeks. But what do you want from me!? I AM DOING MY BEST!!! As long as I avoid using an ellipsis i will consider this a successful post.

So I started packing last night to go to the East Coast to see my brother (He lives in Worcester a small city near Boston) and to see Sir Patrick Stewart and Sir Ian McKellen in Waiting for Godot on Broadway (which will be amazing). Basically I am going to have a great week in the freezing cold doing really cool things! One of the other things I am excited to do is going to the place where the “Hamburger” was allegedly invented, how cool is that?

We recorded the 72nd episode of Whatever This Is last night and episode 71 still has yet to drop, both are exciting, but 71 was almost out of control. Once 71 drops, I will try and do show notes here.

 

Body Image

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I am at this weird place right now where I am not sure whether I care if I get fat or not – and I’m already fat. Anyways I am sure if I was a female I would probably care more than I do, or maybe if I was actively searching out a mate I would care more. Do men become more like females when they are searching for a mate? Or are they more like females when they are actively being inactive in a search for any sort of companionship, like me. That is an interesting question, but one for another time. What I want to talk about here is my body image and what that really says about me.

I have a realistic body image, I know I am over weight, but I also know I don’t look horrible. I know that I am losing my hair, but I also know that me with no hair won’t look horrible. I know I am of average height, but  I also know that me standing next to a date that is taller than me won’t look horrible. I understand that almost under all circumstances I would look basically fine, and I know what areas I could improve to make me look better to a potential significant other. So as I said I have gotten to this weird place where I am not sure whether or not I care if I get fat(ter) anymore. I could work out and get into shape, I’ve proven in the past that I can commit to such as thing, and I know that not only would I feel physically but also emotionally, but I don’t know if the effort is even worth achieving that.

Clearly in this I won’t find any answers to this question, and CLEARLY this won’t even be that well written, but I still think the question is interesting, the question of WHY i feel such apathy towards my weight the passed year? Do I feel this apathy because I chose to not try and seek out a significant other? Or is it more or less that I’m almost 30 and physical fitness tends to become less of a priority as people age. If I had a psychiatrist I’d probably ask her/him this question and try and discover where this apathy stems from but for now I will just have to leave myself with the questions and hope that somewhere in the future something comes to me and unlocks the reasoning to this. Though one reason why I don’t want to get fat is I can’t afford more clothes, and one reason why I want to get back into shape is cause I can then fit back into all my old clothes and quadruple my wardrobe. Maybe I am thinking more like a female then?

Dystopian Volleyball

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I dream a lot of dystopian times, and yes you can read into that what you will. Last nights dream started out simple enough with people playing volleyball, and my team and I were decent enough to make it to our leagues championship game. But before we could play the game our compound got attacked and my team and I were forced to fight for our lives. There was of course a warlord commanding his troops to hunt us down, and we were utilizing guerrilla war tactics (and of course our volleyball skills) to defeat these invaders that wanted to force us to play volleyball for them.

The stakes were high and we battled hard, but slowly one by one my team started to fall. There was even a heart wrenching scene where someone sacrificed themselves for me and I was forced to leave them behind or let their sacrifice be for nothing. Eventually I made it to the “boss battle” and was forced into a game of “VOLLEYBALL TO THE DEATH” with the war lord. Sadly this is where I get foggy on what exactly happened. I know in real life I was drooling like a crazy person all over my pillow, which is what I think started waking me up. The coldness against my cheek of the fan blowing on my drool cooling it down and making it uncomfortable for my face to be firmly planted in it anymore. The one downside for having a fan in my room I guess.

The thing about these dreams is I rarely win the day when it isn’t a lucid dream (which this wasn’t). I was aware that this was a dream while dreaming, but still not in control of the dream no matter how much I tried. If I was in control do you think I would have let my friend sacrifice herself (yes a girl, my love interest was the one that sacrificed herself for me) for me? But again you can easily read into the fact that I rarely win the day, just like my penchant for dreaming of dystopian times as something to do with my outlook on life. My outlook deep down isn’t a good one and I don’t like to think of the fact that I am a pessimist, but maybe I am deep down. It appears that for the most part I am a positive guy, but a lot of signs point to maybe I am not exactly that honest. 

 

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Mandate: A Simple Project

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So I am going to start a simple project to write something every single day. I may write more than one thing a day, but I have to at least write a post every day. I don’t have to finish it, I don’t have to make it look pretty, I don’t have to add pictures or graphs, I just have to write. So over the next few weeks we will see if this actually catches on. Could be short stories, dream journal entries, experiences from my life or just rants about whatever is bothering me that day (and trust me, many things really fucking bother me despite trying to be calm about most things). So here we go with a mandate to myself — WRITE!!!