Sometimes the english language fails me. Fails to really convey complex feelings or emotions in any meaningful way. Language is a weird thing isn’t it?
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I’m just as interesting as Batman!
I’ve known the payment function on the PGE online statement has this ‘note’ feature for some time, but I’m not entirely sure why people would use it. Regardless, I’ve decided to sent PGE a new note every month along with my statement. I have a few possible options:
- Start a new short story and send them a chapter every month.
- I can discuss how my day is going, my goals and aspirations, etc.
- Start a list of my favorite foods, and include one of those foods on each statement.
Thinking about it now, the possibilities are endless.
I find very few people who write in a really captivating way. A way that REALLY grabs you. This has lead me to think one of two things. (1) Either very few people actually can write in a way that grabs people, and this is a universal truth OR (2) there are only a few people who write in the way that the voice in my head (the non-crazy kind of voice) sounds.
It was a day like any other… I had just gotten a job as a lifeguard (which, for whatever reason, was extremely easy to get) and was sitting outside the pool our class used to use in Junior high. I then saw something small swimming in the water, and another something chasing it! The creature getting chased looked small and dangerous and the bigger creature that was chasing it somewhat resembled a Chinese babyfish. This babyfish looked to be about the size of my foot. I realized this wasn’t the case only when it crawled out of the pool and was 3 times my size! Robyn and I climbed the 20 foot fence trying to escape it while it got distracted by another person at the pool’s edge (it may have possibly ate her).
Later, I got separated from my sister and my Dad and was stuck in Fresno after a Dodgers game where they were flying planes on the field. They made me bat and were expecting me to hit a home run. I don’t remember if I did or not. I needed to catch a plane to fly back but there were many challenges including stumbling upon a conveyor belt covered in Jello packages.
AND that’s what I dreamt about last night.
Robyn: omg lol
Robyn: marvin just hauled ass up the stairs and flew on to the bed
Robyn: to drop a grasshopper on me
Robyn: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Spenser: LOL
Marvin is the hardest creature on earth to take pictures of.
Observing without passing (much) judgment is something I think I do fairly well. In the end, I am fascinated by what makes people do what they do I guess.
In today’s age I observe a strong sense of entitlement from people. An old friend from high school and I were talking about this today. Maybe this has always existed, I don’t know. “I deserve nice things, so I’ll charge it on the credit card.” “I deserve to get their first, so I’ll cut in front of you across 2 lanes of traffic.”
I don’t think people are inherently rude or inconsiderate. I don’t think we could have made the world we see before us if that were the case, but (as evident in the same world I cite) we certainly aren’t perfect. In my experience I can link many people’s negativity and psychological resilience to a sense of entitlement, and I think it’s a sad mindset to be in on both a personal and societal level. If you feel you are entitled to everything, then the world must be full of injustice, and quite frankly, a pretty damn depressing place. If you, however, accept that things are the way and you are only entitled to what you get out of an experience, life might be much more rewarding.
Oddly enough, this same sense of entitlement that makes individuals miserable can make a corporation very rich. If you can convince someone they’re entitled to something beyond their means, then you’ve created a marketing mechanism with greater power than any slogan can produce (consumer credit being the obvious big winner here).
In the end, I think entitlement is the end to something. Meaning, entitlement is the result of a feeling of emptiness occupying many people, which I see as whole different issue. Maybe something I can report on later.
I’m glad it’s Friday today. It’s supposed to be raining this weekend which puts me into a extra spectacular mood. It will be EVEN better when I have my own house to go home to. Right now we’re beginning the underwriting process (and by we, I mean, the bank). Hopefully everything goes OK and we can get in soon.
Right now I have lots of ideas and nowhere to put them. Now is the time for preparation. Soon enough I suppose…
Alachia has started a 1 minute video group on Flickr. Fun idea, here’s my first contribution:
I listen to Ralph Bailey (local radio talk show host) every day when I get off work.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in the Capital Wasteland recently. Ends up (as usual) I’m late to the party for Fallout 3 but I’m glad I’ve put some time into it. I see a theme with recent games continuing to come back to the alternate reality/post apocalyptic themes. I site mainly Bioshock and Fallout (although to be fair, Fallout 1 was created like a million years ago). I think Borderlands has that going as well (Don’t know, haven’t played).
Both Bioshock and Fallout are extremely enjoyable and inspiring. Games can really effect you on a deep level much like a great movie or piece of music (I would even argue that they effect you MORE than other forms of entertainment). Both Fallout and Bioshock are on alternate time lines and have a real ‘big picture’ thing going for them which I enjoy. Bioshock, for example, has handed me heavy interest into a period of time (50-60s) that I otherwise would probably care less about. The music, culture, art is all influenced throughout both games, and has given me some insight, which breeds interest.
I think in the end it comes down to us wishing there was something more than the world we’ve been given. These games allow you to emerse yourself in a different world with a fantastic story. The truth is, these are not worlds that would even be desirable in reality (violence, poverty, filth, hardship) but for whatever reason it’s refreshing to experience something so different in a meaningful way (more meaningful than watching a screen for 2 hours or reading a book at least). The strange thing is, I have no complaints about the REAL life I live, so I’m not sure what really grasps me about these other worlds. It must be the sheer fact that it’s different.. I’ll have to think more about it.
ALSO Bioshock 2 is on it’s way! I can’t wait but part of me feels it won’t be able to stand up to the original. We can cross our fingers…