6.23.2008

are you fucking kidding me w/ this!?

well, goddamn it.

my hands literally hit my face in disbelief when i heard this on the radio a minute ago.

seriously. jesus christ.

6.09.2008

nicely done

his holiness, el jobso (the honorable, the beneficent), has unleashed the new iphone upon us and i have to say, i'm impressed. i never really wanted iphone 1.0, as i've never been big on phones and i was more taken w/ the ipod touch, but iphone 2.0 looks very promising. seems apple really listened to the gripes people were making about the old phone and stepped up operations. so let's make a little rundown:

3G
SDK and tons of third-party apps
GPS
yes, games
supposedly much more efficient battery life
supposedly 36% faster page loads
24 hours of audio playback
5 hours of 3G talk
7 hours of video playback

and, best of all, way fucking cheaper than iphone 1.0. $200(!) for the 8GB model and $300 for the white 16GB model. the latter isn't too painful and much better than the $500 fucking pricetag for the first phone.

things we learned in the fire

so what did the race between hillz and bamz show us? what did we learn?

1. the american left really is as petty and vindictive as conservatives have been saying it is
2. there is, for myriad reasons, an extraordinary amount of hostility and resentment between white american feminists and minorities
3. political ideologues will, in fact, cut off their noses to spite their faces

three things i've always sort of suspected and now i have google cache upon google cache of evidence to back up, should i ever feel the need to point it out. but hey, just look up salon, jezebel, huffington post, daily kos, etc. and amuse/repulse/see for yourself.

6.06.2008

FUCKED


break out a fiddle cuz we're fucked.

6.04.2008

i fucking knew it

jesus christ, some people will just never learn, will they? that dusty dinosaur, erica jong, is at it again w/ her whole "you're just sexist" cant. gee, it was only a few weeks ago that she penned a weak-ass, bullshit fucking call for unity amongst the fractured left. so what's she blubbering about now? what do you think? that's right: any and everyone who didn't support hillary clinton is sexist. i wasn't aware i was sexist, but shit goddamn it, i'm kind of sick and fucking tired of being thought of as such because i happen to disagree w/ senator clinton's track record. is that allowed? evidently not. you see, because it's impossible to disagree w/ senator clinton on anything-- her vote for the war, her attitue toward iran and the kyle-lieberman bill, the scores of jobs lost in new york because of her, etc-- because, you see, when you examine it, disagreeing w/ her is really about your hatred of women. is that right? guess i hate women, then. somebody call the fucking thought police on my thuggish, half-black, women-hating ass. iz jus votin for barack because wez niggras are plottin' to take ova, pop some caps, and pimp some hoes. QFT, playa!

please, erica jong is the harry belafonte of feminism. is this what it's come to? also, i love all the bullshit at bullshit sites like jezebel where the commentards always go "listen, i don't want to play oppression olympics or anything . . . " and then go on to do exactly that. way to be insightful. how's that cognitive dissonance treating you at night? all right, so sexism wins the dick-sizing contest: it's much worse for women than it is for darkies. i get it. it's so obvious now, what, w/ him getting the nomination. your worst fears have been confirmed. now what? secession? move to vermont, form a new nation and elect senator clinton as pontifex maximus. then declare war on all perceived sexists-- after all, they're evil.

6.03.2008

go bamz

you did it, dude. please don't turn into another asshole politician. you've made something of a believer out of this apathetic 27-year-old.

sincerely,
your supporter, aaron G

p.s., i think it'd behoove you to have hillz as your running mate, just because it'd be kind of (and by "kind of" i mean totally) fun to watch all of her supporters who've dissed you from the outset eat their own political shit. just sayin'.

p.p.s. um, that's just my jaded way of saying it'd be good for uniting the party and all that.

"but i LIKE pointing my finger!"

why are blogutards having such conniptions over tatum o'neal's lame excuse to the cops when she got busted w/ crack? what, have they never given lame excuses when they've gotten into trouble for something? oh, that's right-- of course not. blogutards don't make mistakes; how silly of me.

is this whole gossip blogging thing dead yet? i mean, i don't have a fucking clue what paris hilton is up to these days; i haven't heard about her in months. i admit i'm pretty much over the incessant finger wagging and armchair moralizing that goes on in the blogutard blogosphere. all of these anonymous people pointing fingers and condemning everyone's every move is just-- ugh. okay, i get it: hollywood is "weird," lindsay lohan is a "skank," tom cruise is a "freak," george clooney is "gay" and that's his "beard," and, OMG, is that a baby bump!? blah blah blah blah-- jesus christ, it's the same fucking shit every fucking day.

but back to tatum o'neal. so she made a lame excuse when she got pinched. i probably would've done the same thing. so fucking what? getting arrested is a jarring experience and the mind works in weird ways when jarred. it's been kind of frustrating to read all the busy body commenters in the various blogs having moral outrages over this, as if they've never done anything stupid. but so it goes w/ blogutards. the whole phenomenon of blogging, commenting, youtube, and web 2.0 in general is a prime example of how human behavior is rarely, if ever, logical. especially in groups.

dear santogold:

from nymag:

. . . and though it’s very possible you might not even know her name, you may be familiar with her work. She’s written tracks for Ashlee Simpson; had her music piped over scenes in Grey’s Anatomy; and done commercials for Bud Light Lime and Converse (that one was with Julian Casablancas of the Strokes). And when she spoke to me, she said she might do a project with Ford (a deal her publicist later said never materialized). It’s the kind of market-savvy, Me-generation career trajectory that would likely make anyone who still frequents record stores recoil in disgust—and White couldn’t care less.

“It’s a little weird, but at the same time, let’s say I make a deal with Target—knowing how many people shop at Target? It’s not like I’m writing a song about Target. It’s more like—Target’s onboard to help me sell records? That’s great.”

And as she points out, it’s just the way the industry works these days. “Everybody wants you to sell a lot of records, but it’s not considered a failure if you don’t. The record labels know that most of the money nowadays is made in licensing. On MTV, their whole approach is to put your songs in their programming now—they’re even [looking into] some new technology, like TiVo, that will record the music played on a show and then give you the option to purchase it. So where before it might have been, ‘Oh, you’re gonna sell out?,’ now it’s how we make our money.”

hypothetically speaking, if i illegally downloaded music, i would feel zero guilt about downloading yours. zero. you've cleared my conscience. hypothetically speaking, of course; if i did that sort of thing. because, really, how much would my $9.99 through itunes mean to you when compared to that fat check you got from target or from nike or abc? yeah, not a lot whole lot.

just something to think about.

dear sarah larson:

hi.

i know (sort of) what you're going through. i, too, was once dumped. an ex literally wrote me a letter and handed it over and was like, "um, yeah, so it's been nice" and then, not even a week later, she and all her (and some of mine) stuff were gone. no idea that one was coming, but in hindsight, i should've seen it hurtling toward me. i know you're reeling and you're probably thinking he'll see the error of his ways, but i'm sorry to say, he probably won't. my ex was married within, like, six months of us breaking up and your situation involves george clooney and, well, what else needs to be said about that, right?

listen, his name is george. he's old. that's an old guy's name. your last name would've rhymed w/ "gooney"-- you don't want that. i know, i know-- the $$$. the fame. the sojourns to st. tropez. it's still doable. but not w/ him, he's old. wouldn't you rather have a young man? and really, he's not talented. truly, he's not. he plays himself in every role. that's not exciting! anyone can do that. take little old me, for example. i'm talented. and i'm young-- two years your junior. i have time yet to accrue resources and i will do it w/ my skills and my charm. you're a stunningly gorgeous woman and according to this infamous pictures of you, you're fun! i'm fun, too. and young and charming and talented and handsome. i'm no george clooney, but you have to be wary of guys like him. women throw themselves at him and you know that sooner or later he's going to yield. i wouldn't cheat on you. you're so cute-- how could i? unless you're really dumb, then, sorry, but that's a dealbreaker. you don't seem dumb to me, though. yeah, he's famous and a movie star, but clearly a loser. and i think we all know who george is really in love with.

6.01.2008

useful idiot

so, some tool who works for hp posted a picture of himself cutting birthday cake w/ a macbook air he received as a gift (oh, i'm sorry, "gift"). i guess he wanted to show how ridiculous the macbook air is by being able to cut cake w/ it? that's what his intent was, i'm sure, and i'm sure he thinks he's majorly cool or something because of it. however, reality paints a different picture. what this really shows is that 1. apple did exactly what it set out to do in creating an extremely thin, lightweight notebook. it is so thin and lightweight, in fact, that it can be used to cut cake. and 2. this tool, rahul sood, is such a privileged, spoiled douche that he's able to waste a $1,800 notebook computer-- a computer that scores of people would love to have, but would take months of work to be able to acquire-- within minutes of receiving it.

nice. you're smooth, dude. a winner.

5.27.2008

you sicken me w/ your geekery

the batman-on-film crowd is going to have a premiere party for the dark knight and i'm kind of bummed b/c it's going to be in a suburb of houston.  namely, tomball (what happens in tomball stays in tomball!  sorry, that's a lame inside joke), which is a nw suburb of houston.  i may or may not have mentioned that i lived in houston last year (came back to california in late july) and so it stings a little that i'm going to miss this.  the BOF crew has been in cahoots w/ warner's since batman begins, and probably before then, so there will most likely be cool merchandise to purchase at the party.  plus, it'd just be cool to see the movie w/ a bunch of die-hards.  but, i am going to see the dark knight w/ my brother and some friends premiere night in l.a., hopefully at grauman's chinese, so i can't exactly gripe about that, now can i?  we'll leave o.c. thursday afternoon, scope out the theatre and see what the sitch is.  i'm sort of concerned that there will be an extensive line at that point, but who knows?  then we'll see it at the premiere and then we're definitely going to see it again that friday and most likely again at some point over the weekend.  fucking stoked.

JOKER FTW

it just gets better

and by "better" i mean "laughably worse." some of the anti-psych folks over at furious seasons are casting a hairy eyeball toward, wait for it, meditation. that's right-- meditation.  click on the link and have a gander for yourself.  as always, the comments are where it's at.  

i mean, honestly.

5.26.2008

swear to christ this isn't just another lame youtube vid



this is, instead, the video for lali puna's "faking the books," one of the coolest videos ever.

5.25.2008

for the love of god, sign me up

oh noes, evil psychiatrists (redundant, right?) are running clandestine lab experiments on unsuspecting people to see if illegal drugs like mdma and lysergic acid diethylamide (known on the streets as "acid") can help w/ mental disorders. well, fuck me sideways. this is just another example of psychiatrists telling their clients that popping a pill will solve their problems. what will the anti-psych community think!? drugs are, like, sooooo bad for you! and these ones are illegal! they're toxic.  ALL drugs are toxic!  T-O-X-I-C.  nobody says they wanna be a junkie when they grow up.  besides, why use drugs when you can get high on life and, like, go for a run? running is so much funner and not to mention it's healthy and positive.  

all right, enough of that. even i can't maintain that level of sarcasm for too long.

sooooooooooooo, saw kingdom of the crystal lulz on thursday . . .

and, um, yeah.

er. wow.

at least temple of doom will now be regarded as the second-worst of the series. also, temple's got that heart-extracting scene that sort of makes up for its deficits. but this one? well, this one's got . . . um . . . it's got . . . uhhh . . . cate blanchett looking rather hot and sexy in her tight soviet outfit and snazzy anna wintour-esque page-boy haircut.

and.

um.

well . . .

a lot of people worked on it? it gave a lot of people a big gig to work on. so that's good for the economy. oh, if you love awful cgi (wait, is that redundant?), then you will absolutely love indiana jones and the kingdom yadda yadda. and if you thought the horrid cornball/cheese/shit/retard factor of the star wars prequels got a bad rap, you will totally love indy 4. gratingly cute, soon-to-be-infamous monkey scene? check. wholly improbable sword fighting that takes place on speeding automobiles? check. cloying references to the previous installments? check. car-motorcycle chase scene that could've been cool but instead just has to be cute? check. h o r r i d lucas-like dialogue? without a fucking doubt, pal.

how hard can it fucking be, lucas? how fucking hard? you had a wildly successful, established franchise that you chose to revisit and you could've made something awesome w/ a rabidly devoted fanbase, but no. no. and listen, i'm not even a big indiana jones fan. they're fun movies, sure, but i don't own any of the movies and i wasn't at all champing at the bit for this to come out and even i feel burned by this. i just don't understand it and the only reason i can accept is that lucas, you are middle-aged, you are extremely wealthy, and thus you have nothing to prove anymore. creativity is a young man's game and by most people's standards, you lost the plot decades ago but frankly, as far as i'm concerned, you never had it begin with. stop writing and start producing exclusively. you're a money man and you see the world in numbers. emotions don't factor into your view of the world, which is why any attempts at emotion in your movies come off as embarrassingly garish and grotesque. leave the attempts at art to the artists. hell, leave the attempts at entertainment to the entertainers.

unsolicited advice for the day

never drunk-dial your therapist.  

5.15.2008

lori drew indicted and a victory for teh gayz

fucking fry, bitch.

in more positive news, my glorious home state as finally overturned that ludicrous ban on queer marriage.  now teh cali. gayz can be bound in misery like us heteros.

dear antipsychiatry community:

my therapist, my case worker, and my psychiatrist all want me to go to rehab.  

am i in rehab?  no. 
am i going to rehab? no. 
have i been forced into rehab? no.
have i been coerced into rehab? no.
have i been subtly encouraged to go into rehab? no. 
would that sort of thing work on me?  evidently, no.
why am i not going to rehab?  i don't want to.

in january of this year, i was almost brought into a psych. ward as a 5150.  notice how i said almost.  why wasn't i, ultimately?  because i didn't want to go and i more or less hustled my way out of it. what were the circumstances leading up to this?  during a session w/ my therapist, i was in a mixed state where i expressed suicidal ideation, was incredibly agitated and confrontational (almost picked a fight w/ one of the cops), and my therapist, concerned, told her supervisor, who in turn told the director of the clinic, who in turn called the police.  i was questioned, searched, detained for about two hours, and yet i still didn't end up going to the psych. ward.  why do you think that is?

you see, antipsychiatry community, i'm going to use your own libertarian logic to make my point here.  when it comes to mental illness (would you feel better if i scare-quoted that?) or, "extreme states of mind" as some of you put it, after the general scoffs and mockery have subsided, you tell people to pony up and stop relying on psychiatry and medication to "cure" their problems.  in other words, "take responsibility!" (by the way, this "the meds don't cure, so you shouldn't rely on them" fallacy is quite common, but the premise doesn't hold: no psychiatrist or therapist worth his or her salt is going to say that medication is a panacea; in some instances, medication, in combination w/ psychotherapy, has been shown to be most effective in treating some instances of mental illness.)  curiously, this logic is never applied to the victims of psychiatry-- no, it's always the psychiatrist's, the therapist's the medication's, etc. fault.  however, as illustrated above, everyone's experience isn't the same.  and if you really dislike the care you're receiving, then leave.  cut it loose.  last week, when i was getting lectured at by my jackhole caseworker about using and drinking, i simply fucking walked out.  done and done.  it was that easy.  of course, if you're on medication and it's fucking you up, quitting isn't nearly as simple, but this is why it's imperative that you research whatever drug you decide to take.  it's a given that your psychiatrist is going to hustle you, so it's paramount that you, er, "take responsibility!" and thoroughly research whatever medication you're prescribed.  and if you don't want to take any medication, then don't.  i'm sorry, but who's forcing you to?  yes, some therapists will not conduct sessions w/ you if you're manic or in a mixed state or psychotic, and may thus require you to take a mood stabilizer, but can you blame them?  how is it possible to talk to someone if they're not paying attention to anything you're saying?  or if they're constantly argumentative and confrontational or all around difficult?  i'm surprised my therapist never transferred me to someone else because i've given her a lot of shit and she's had to put up w/ a lot of shenanigans from me, but she's still there.  and she told me she never once even considered transferring me to someone else.  that's a testament to her commitment and to her professionalism-- the least i could do is meet her half way.

if you've been fucked over by a mental health professional, i fucking feel for you.  seriously.  i've been there.  and if that professional has a history of abusing clients, he should lose his license fucking yesterday.  but to brand all mental health professionals as malevolent is grossly unfair to those who do what they do because they truly give a shit.  and to claim that mental illness isn't real is severely irresponsible.  think about it.  who really wants to enforce the concept of "normalcy"?  who first told you there was something "wrong" w/ you?  was it a psychiatrist?  i'm willing to bet that it wasn't.  i'm willing to bet that, if you really thought about it, it was probably a family member or a friend who first said this to you.  the truth is, psychiatry exists because society has a vested interest in a standard of behavior and expects its inhabitants to conform to that standard.  demonizing psychiatry without looking at the bigger picture will not get to the source of the problem.  it's like complaining about how immoral or shallow or "weird" hollywood is while completely ignoring the fact that hollywood is in business because people like you and me line its coffers.  no doubt there are shit psychiatrists and there's little doubt that many of them are in the pocket of "big pharma," but the concepts of mental illness, normalcy, etc. exist because we as a society want them to.  so the next time you feel like pinning the whole of the world's problems on someone, spread the wealth a little and consider your friends, your family, your neighbors-- any and everyone who has a vested interested in keeping you in line.  and while you're at it, why don't you consider how you expect people to conform to certain standards of your own, as well.  

5.14.2008

this is all i can muster at this point, or, ENOUGH w/ the hillz vs. bamz tomfoolery already

american liberals fucking suck elk sperm.  you know it, i know it-- why deny it anymore?

most people would consider me a very strong liberal (agnostic/atheist, ex-vegan, public transportation/bike user, pro-choice, pro queers doing whatever, pro universal health care, anti-free market doing whatever the fuck it wants, blah blah blah), and i'm going to vote and all that, but seriously, at this point i steadfastly refuse to align myself w/ any political party, particularly the democratic party.  jesus fucking christ, you know you're pathetic when everything rush fucking limbaugh says about you turns out to be true.

the right must be lapping every moment of this up.  way to go, liberals, you're fucking awesome.  

5.11.2008

what is the most overrated thing in the world?

god, i hate sleep.  i was operating on about 5 hours of sleep total from thursday morning till last night-- and i was fine.  i only slept for about an hour-and-a-half thursday night (and that was b/c i got drunk and passed out, but woke up due to a weird dream and decided to stay awake), then slept for an hour or so during the day friday, and managed to get a couple hours sleep in various short spurts on saturday morning. i was sharp, quick, sociable, energized, and generally in a good mood.  but last night it all caught up to me and whilst watching the labeouf crash and burn on snl i passed the fuck out.  i woke up several times, but probably got 5 or 6 hours of sleep and now i feel like shit: groggy, lazy, and like i can't fully wake up.  this always happens when i get more than two hours sleep at a time.  sure, my brain was starting to wig out a little yesterday afternoon and evening and i was beginning to depersonalize off and on, but that stuff can be fun if you're in a good mood.  and i usually am in a good mood when i don't sleep.  it may sound counterintuitive, but the less i sleep, the more energized, excitable, clever, and "fun" i feel.

when i was living w/ my exes, i used to slightly resent them for being able to sleep as easily and soundly as they did, but now, honestly, sleep just seems like a waste of time.  30 mins. to an hour, two hours, tops, and i'm good to go.  anything more than that is just pointless.