Moonage Daydream

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…

Aight, so this guy I work with was telling me today that he is really into voice-acting, and I got kind of interested. Turns out that he started doing voices for this Halo 3 web show that’s like a military drama. I shit you not. I found it very funny that they were using Halo 3 to vessel their intense military drama. I severely judged his ass. Then, I realized that I have no fucking reason whatsoever to judge this guy for nerdiness for the following reasons: Wow, DnD, SSbm, Magic, Yugioh, CoH, Civ4, Wc3, and Pokemon…Plus, this guy’s getting valuable experience that he very well might use later in life. Me, on the other hand, I only seek immediate gratification. I think about the concept of experience all the fuckin time. If I was an epic novel, it would be a motif fo sho. So, before I eat a sandwich, I know almost exactly what it’s going to taste like unless it’s a truly new kind of sandwich. I can actually almost fake the taste in my mouth. If I know what it’s gonna taste like, then why not just eat raw ramen instead. Let’s say the sandwich is exceptional. A few days later, I may tell people the wonders of said sandwich and revel in the past. What then did I gain from the sandwich. In fact, so many things in life only satisfy the present. How can you put a dollar amount on present satisfaction. I think the goal is to have the present satisfaction carry over in the future. Have such stimulation of any kind that simply thinking about it brings happiness or arousal (grrrrrr tiger). I need to find that mental unlimited supply of opium. It’s fuckin there! Unfortunately, I married a DEA agent that went rogue and is blackmailing me to give them all of my opium… :( Big fuckin deal. For now, I must learn to love my present self and synthesize opium. Have any blunt paper to smoke my synthetic heroin HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA……fuck you.

this shit is creepin me out man

effsteele:

fuckyeahdrugs:

coolest bong to feature a joint smoking mushroom man.

mushroom smoking a joint hahaha 

Scheisse!!!!!

The majority of people who are even just acquainted with me know that I have a London broil with a lot of modern music. My thing is that if you wanna listen to stuff just to have fun, that’s cool. That’s why I own Abba, 80’s music, Frankie Valli, and techno music. However, as soon as someone tries to play the case that anything more than 5% of the shtuff they play on 104.7 is “good music,” I get uber pissed. I’m sure Lady Gaga may be a talented musician, but the troof is that the record company and millions of teenage girls have got her by her alleged testicles and will never release their vice grip. I’ve got this experiment worked out in my head where I could isolate kids at a young age from hearing or hearing about anything musical. Then, they would choose the music they truly enjoyed and appreciated the most without societal interference. I really have no idea how it would turn out, and, depending on the age, everyone might just choose Raffi and the Wiggles. But, I just can’t help but feel that so many people are missing out on so much fucking good music! I mean take David Bowie for instance: incredibly handsome, wears elaborate makeup and costumes, sexual god, sings about aliens and transvestites, and makes awesome, jamming rock music ranging from emotional acoustic to loud glam rock to dance music. So, he is basically the male version of Lady Gaga that actually makes good music! Seriously, how could you say no to his face. 

HIPPOPOTOMONSTROSESQUIPEDALIAN

Okay, so I was watching Star Trek the other day….don’t tune me out just because I said Star Trek….it was Picard generation if that makes you feel better….and well the Enterprise came into contact with this alien race that spoke a very bizarre language that no one else in the universe had been able to decipher. The words they spoke were English and able to be interpreted, but they had no coherent sentence structure. Anyways, the episode drudges on and Picard has this moment where he suddenly gets the alien leader’s shit. Turns out that they speak through allusion and reference. For instance, if you wanted to say that someone was an underdog, you could say David at the Valley of Elah, but that’s probably the cheeziest allusion of all time. So, this made me consider what it’d be like only speaking through allusion. Firstly, people would need to be a helluvalot more familiar with mythology and folk tales. Secondly and more importantly, how would I refer to myself at this point in time? So, I needed some historical or fictional figure at a certain point in time that describes my certain situation…..Dewey Cox on LSD. Before you prissy bitches roll your eyes in disapproval, let me explain: Once Dewey dabbled in acid, his musical career went to the shits. He became obsessed with making everything perfect, and he demanded “an army of didgeridoos” to be at his command. I’m not saying that I’ve been trippin on acid or been a perfectionist lately. I just feel that I’ve been concerned with things that don’t really matter, and this has caused the quality of my life to decrease. Avocado.