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I have been a little upset with the shocking head lines regarding Britney Spears over the last few days.
For a long time now I have been saying to people who think that she is a mad spoilt brat, to take it a little deeper or possibly one step further.
Stop for a while and think about her. She has been in the spotlight since she too young to decide what colours go with what and probably how to even put her own toothpaste on her toothbrush. Who can we thank for that? Probably her parents. Back then doing the pushing and racking in the money from her profits off the Mickey Mouse Club with friend Justin. We have seen the movies. Mothers forcing their children into pagent shows, always pushing. Now when she really needs their support, where are they? All we have heard is the shocking news of her 16 year old sister falling pregnant and how all of these interruptions have stopped her mother from finishing her book on Parenting...I ask, shouldn't she be doing it instead of writing about it? Is a child that bad to his or her parents that they couldn't even appear on an interview saying "no matter what, we love her and we are going to get her through it? Where is her support?
When you come to think of it, entertainers, pop stars, actors the likes are just normal people like you and I. They hurt, live, love, fail, succeed. We love them. We flock to opening nights of their movies, we rush out and download our favourite songs from their new albums, but god help them if they act normal and do something wrong...we allow the news papers to rip them to shreds. If this was your child or family member would you be out slating their every move, or would you perhaps be offering a kind word, some support maybe? I think the latter.
If you take the time and listen to her song words, she only speaks the truth. Her latest song Pieces of Me is screaming how she sees herself, how the world sees her and what is happening to her. A few years back with Overprotected, once again that is exactly what she was. She was at that stage being put on a pedistal and was crowned Miss Virginity. No pressure at all in that one.
I personally feel that she is line to become the next Madonna, and while you are taking a step back to think about what I have possibly said, remember Madonna in her Desperately Seeking Susan Days, In Bed With Madonna Days?
We all change. We all grow. I think we should let Britney grow. Find some space and catch her breath. I saw and interview the other day with Sharon Osbourne and she was asked her opinion on Britney. She said that all she wanted Britney to know was that she is there for her with open arms and ready to give her a hug.
I long for the day that I see a headline saying Don't Worry Britney, Its going to be OK.
For a long time now I have been saying to people who think that she is a mad spoilt brat, to take it a little deeper or possibly one step further.
Stop for a while and think about her. She has been in the spotlight since she too young to decide what colours go with what and probably how to even put her own toothpaste on her toothbrush. Who can we thank for that? Probably her parents. Back then doing the pushing and racking in the money from her profits off the Mickey Mouse Club with friend Justin. We have seen the movies. Mothers forcing their children into pagent shows, always pushing. Now when she really needs their support, where are they? All we have heard is the shocking news of her 16 year old sister falling pregnant and how all of these interruptions have stopped her mother from finishing her book on Parenting...I ask, shouldn't she be doing it instead of writing about it? Is a child that bad to his or her parents that they couldn't even appear on an interview saying "no matter what, we love her and we are going to get her through it? Where is her support?
When you come to think of it, entertainers, pop stars, actors the likes are just normal people like you and I. They hurt, live, love, fail, succeed. We love them. We flock to opening nights of their movies, we rush out and download our favourite songs from their new albums, but god help them if they act normal and do something wrong...we allow the news papers to rip them to shreds. If this was your child or family member would you be out slating their every move, or would you perhaps be offering a kind word, some support maybe? I think the latter.
If you take the time and listen to her song words, she only speaks the truth. Her latest song Pieces of Me is screaming how she sees herself, how the world sees her and what is happening to her. A few years back with Overprotected, once again that is exactly what she was. She was at that stage being put on a pedistal and was crowned Miss Virginity. No pressure at all in that one.
I personally feel that she is line to become the next Madonna, and while you are taking a step back to think about what I have possibly said, remember Madonna in her Desperately Seeking Susan Days, In Bed With Madonna Days?
We all change. We all grow. I think we should let Britney grow. Find some space and catch her breath. I saw and interview the other day with Sharon Osbourne and she was asked her opinion on Britney. She said that all she wanted Britney to know was that she is there for her with open arms and ready to give her a hug.
I long for the day that I see a headline saying Don't Worry Britney, Its going to be OK.
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As I sit here tonight in front of the pc, its 30th December 2007...hours to go until the end of 2007. I find that at this time of the year, as important as it is to share these days with friends and family, it is just as important to reflect on the passing year. To look back on the hard times, the laughs, special moments and accomplishments.
The last 3 months of this year have been very challenging for me. I have recently moved from
Life is a lot easier here in the UK. Things seem to work. It was easy to apply for my British passport, to get a National Insurance number, to find work, to catch a bus, to find the shops and to go out sight seeing. Boy oh boy, what I thought was going to be the hardest parts have been truly easy.
The hardest parts have been when my body aches for hugs from family, when my ears ring with the longing of hearing friends laugh and to keep my feet moving forward when all they want to do is get lost in the soft white sands of the beautiful Cape Town beaches.
So as my year draws to an end, all I can say is that I am grateful for everything in my life. The good and the bad. I am grateful that I have family and friends to love and miss. I am grateful that I have given myself this opportunity to venture miles across the world to write another chapter of my life and I know, that as sad as what I am feeling right now, that as I sit back one day and reflect on these times it will have all been worthwhile.
Goodbye 2007 and Hello 2008!
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
[Chorus]
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
[Chorus]
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
[Chorus]
I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
The Awakening by Sonny Carroll
A time comes in your life when you finally get it...When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks, and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH!
Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on, enough grumbling and complaining and always being unhappy. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears, and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world through new eyes. This is your awakening.
You realize that it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something or someone to change for your happiness, safety, and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and you are not Cinderella and that in the real world there aren't always fairytale endings (or beginnings for that matter), and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you; and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate, or approve of who or what you are...and that's OK. (They are entitled to their own views and opinions.) And you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself; and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.
You must stop bitching and blaming other people for the things they did to you or didn't do for you and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say, and that not everyone will always be there for you; and don't expect them to, and that it's not always about you. So, you learn to stand on your own, and to take care of yourself; and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance.
You stop judging and pointing fingers...and you begin to accept people as they are, and to overlook their shortcomings. What you might assume are self-centeredness and selfishness in others are actually human frailties. This is their way of building up lives and their relationships and fulfilling their needs and desires. In the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.
You realize that much of the way you view yourself, and the world around you, is as a result of all the messages and opinions that have been ingrained into your psyche. And you begin to sift through all the crap you've been fed, about how you should behave, how you should look, and how much you should weigh; what you should wear and where you should shop, and what you should drive; how and where you should live, and what you should do for a living; who you should sleep with, who you should marry, and what you should expect of a marriage; the importance of having and raising children, or what you owe your parents.
You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for. You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with; and in the process you learn to go with your instincts.
You learn that it is truly in giving that we receive. And that there is power in humility and glory in creating and contributing; and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" looking for your next fix.
You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era, but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.
You learn that you don't know everything, it's not your job to save the world...and that you can't teach a pig to sing.
You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility, and the importance of setting boundaries, and learning to say Yes or No without hesitating.
You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry, and that martyrs get burned at the stake.
Then you learn about love. Romantic love and familiar love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving, and when to walk away.
You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be, more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable, or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be.
You stop trying to control people, situations, and outcomes. You learn that just as people grow and change, so it is with love...and you learn that you don't have the right to demand love or anything on your terms...just to make you happy. You will have to compromise. And, you learn that alone does not mean lonely. And you look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a perfect 10, and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and others agonizing over how you "stack up" or what your life is like.
You also stop working so hard and put your feelings aside, smooth things over and ignore your needs. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK...and that it is your right to want things and to ask for the things that you want...it must not be beneath you to do that, and that it is not necessary to make demands, you come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity, and respect; and this is how we need to treat others too, you should not settle for less. And in the process you internalize the meaning of self-respect.
And you learn that your body really is your temple, and you begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and taking more time to exercise.
You learn that fatigue diminishes the spirit and can create doubt and fear. So you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.
You learn, that for the most part, in life you get what you believe you deserve...and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for, and that wishing for something to happen is different from working towards making it happen. More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone and that it's OK to risk asking for help. Pride will get you no where.
You learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time. FEAR itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can Handle it, and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms.
And you learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what you think you deserve; and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people. On these occasions you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn't punishing you or failing to answer your prayers. It's just life happening.
And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state - the ego. You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy, and resentment must be understood and redirected, or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.
You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls. You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about; a full refrigerator, clear, clean water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.
Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself; and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever, settle for less than your heart's desire ever again. And you hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.
Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand; you take a deep breath, and you begin to re - design the life you want to live as best as you can. So you pick yourself up and walk towards your goal. Live your life as you have always wished to live, you will never get an opportunity to pass that away again. Don't feel guilty as you are reaching for the stars, it's your life and you have a right to it!!!
A time comes in your life when you finally get it...When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks, and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH!
Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on, enough grumbling and complaining and always being unhappy. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears, and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world through new eyes. This is your awakening.
You realize that it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something or someone to change for your happiness, safety, and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and you are not Cinderella and that in the real world there aren't always fairytale endings (or beginnings for that matter), and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you; and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate, or approve of who or what you are...and that's OK. (They are entitled to their own views and opinions.) And you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself; and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.
You must stop bitching and blaming other people for the things they did to you or didn't do for you and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say, and that not everyone will always be there for you; and don't expect them to, and that it's not always about you. So, you learn to stand on your own, and to take care of yourself; and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance.
You stop judging and pointing fingers...and you begin to accept people as they are, and to overlook their shortcomings. What you might assume are self-centeredness and selfishness in others are actually human frailties. This is their way of building up lives and their relationships and fulfilling their needs and desires. In the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.
You realize that much of the way you view yourself, and the world around you, is as a result of all the messages and opinions that have been ingrained into your psyche. And you begin to sift through all the crap you've been fed, about how you should behave, how you should look, and how much you should weigh; what you should wear and where you should shop, and what you should drive; how and where you should live, and what you should do for a living; who you should sleep with, who you should marry, and what you should expect of a marriage; the importance of having and raising children, or what you owe your parents.
You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for. You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with; and in the process you learn to go with your instincts.
You learn that it is truly in giving that we receive. And that there is power in humility and glory in creating and contributing; and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" looking for your next fix.
You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era, but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.
You learn that you don't know everything, it's not your job to save the world...and that you can't teach a pig to sing.
You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility, and the importance of setting boundaries, and learning to say Yes or No without hesitating.
You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry, and that martyrs get burned at the stake.
Then you learn about love. Romantic love and familiar love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving, and when to walk away.
You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be, more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable, or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be.
You stop trying to control people, situations, and outcomes. You learn that just as people grow and change, so it is with love...and you learn that you don't have the right to demand love or anything on your terms...just to make you happy. You will have to compromise. And, you learn that alone does not mean lonely. And you look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a perfect 10, and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and others agonizing over how you "stack up" or what your life is like.
You also stop working so hard and put your feelings aside, smooth things over and ignore your needs. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK...and that it is your right to want things and to ask for the things that you want...it must not be beneath you to do that, and that it is not necessary to make demands, you come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity, and respect; and this is how we need to treat others too, you should not settle for less. And in the process you internalize the meaning of self-respect.
And you learn that your body really is your temple, and you begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and taking more time to exercise.
You learn that fatigue diminishes the spirit and can create doubt and fear. So you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.
You learn, that for the most part, in life you get what you believe you deserve...and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for, and that wishing for something to happen is different from working towards making it happen. More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone and that it's OK to risk asking for help. Pride will get you no where.
You learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time. FEAR itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can Handle it, and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms.
And you learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what you think you deserve; and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people. On these occasions you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn't punishing you or failing to answer your prayers. It's just life happening.
And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state - the ego. You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy, and resentment must be understood and redirected, or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.
You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls. You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about; a full refrigerator, clear, clean water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.
Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself; and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever, settle for less than your heart's desire ever again. And you hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.
Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand; you take a deep breath, and you begin to re - design the life you want to live as best as you can. So you pick yourself up and walk towards your goal. Live your life as you have always wished to live, you will never get an opportunity to pass that away again. Don't feel guilty as you are reaching for the stars, it's your life and you have a right to it!!!
I've noticed that there don't seem to be any porno movies
that are made for guys like me.
All the porn I've come across
was targeted at beer-swilling sports bar dwelling alpha-males
Men who like their women stupid and submissive
Men who can only get it up for monosyllabic cock-hungry nymphos
with gargantuan breasts and a three-word vocabulary
Adult films are populated with these collagen-injected
liposuctioned women
Many of whom have resorted to surgery and self-mutilation
in an attempt to look the way they have been told to look.
These aren't real women. They're objects.
And these movies aren't erotic. They're pathetic.
These vacuum-headed fuck bunnies don't turn me on.
They disgust me.
And it's not that I'm against pornography.
I mean, I'm a guy. And guys need porn.
Fact.
"Like a preacher needs pain, like a needle needs a vein,"
Guys need porn.
But I don't wanna watch this misogynist he-man woman-hater porn.
I want porno movies that are made with guys like me in mind:
Guys who know that the sexiest thing in the world
is a woman who is smarter than you are.
You can have the whole cheerleading squad,
I want the girl in the tweed skirt and the horn-rimmed glasses:
Betty Finnebowski, the valedictorian.
Oh yes.
First I want to copy her Trig homework,
and then I want to make mad, passionate love to her
for hours and hours
until she reluctantly asks if we can stop
because she doesn't want to miss Battlestar Galactica.
Suma cum laude, baby!
That is what I call erotic.
But do you ever see that kind of a woman in a contemporary adult film?
No.
Which is why I'm going to start writing and directing Geek Porno.
I shall be the quintessential Nerd Porn Auteur.
And the women in my porno movies will be the kind
that drive nerds like me mad with desire.
I'm talking about the girls that used to fuck up the grading curve.
The girls in the Latin Club and the National Honor Society.
Chicks with weird clothes, braces, four eyes, and 4.0 GPAs.
Brainy articulate bookworms, with MENSA cards in their purses
and chips on their shoulders.
My porn starlets will come in all shapes and sizes.
My porn starlets will be too busy working on their PhD to go to the gym.
In my kind of porno movies the girls wouldn't even have to get naked.
They'd just take the guys down to the rec room and
beat them repeatedly at chess
and then talk to them for hours about Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle
or the underlying social metaphors in the Aliens movies.
Buy stock in some hand cream companies
because there is about to be a major shortage.
And I'm not just talking about straight porn. Oh no.
There should be fuck films for my nerd brethren
of all sexual orientations.
Gay nerd porn flicks with titles like "Dungeons and Drag-queens."
This idea is a fucking gold mine.
I am gonna make millions,
because this country is full of database programmers
and electronics engineers
and they aren't getting the loving they so desperately need.
And you can help . . .
If you're an intelligent woman is interested in breaking into the adult film industry,
and if you can tell me the name of Luke Skywalker's home planet,
then you are hired.
It doesn't matter if you think you're overweight or unattractive.
It doesn't matter if you don't think you're beautiful.
You are beautiful. . .
And I will make you a star.In my kind of porno movies the girls wouldn't even have to get naked. They'd just take the guys down to the rec room and beat them repeatedly at chess and then talk to them for hours about Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle or the underlying social metaphors in the Aliens movies.
Buy stock in some hand cream companies because there is about to be a major shortage.
And I'm not just talking about straight porn. Oh no. There should be fuck films for my nerd brethrenof all sexual orientations. Gay nerd porn flicks with titles like "Dungeons and Drag-queens."
(Ernie Cline)
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This prayer is taken from The Mastery of Love - Don Miguel Ruiz...
Today, Creator of the Universe, we ask that you open our heart and open our eyes so we can enjoy all of your creations and live in eternal love with you. Help us to see you in everything we perceive with our eyes, with our ears, with our heart, with all our senses. Let us perceive with eyes of love so that we find you wherever we go and see you in everything you create. Let us see you in every cell of our body, in every emotion of our mind, in every dream, in every flower, in every person we meet. You cannot hide from us because you are everywhere, and we are one with you. Let us be aware of this truth.
Let us be aware of our power to create a dream of heaven where everything is possible. Help us to use our imagination to guide the dream of our life, the magic of our creation, so we can live without fear, without anger, without jealousy, without envy. Give us a light to follow, and let today be the day that our search for love and happiness is over. Today let something extraordinary happen that will change our life forever: Let everything we do and say be an expression of the beauty in our heart, always based on love.
Help us to be the way you are, to love the way you love, to share the way you share, to create a masterpiece of beauty and love, the same way that all of your creations are masterpieces of beauty and love. Beginning today and gradually over time, help us to increase the power of our love so that we may create a masterpiece of art – our own life. Today, Creator, we give you all of our gratitude and love because you have given us Life. Amen.
Today, Creator of the Universe, we ask that you open our heart and open our eyes so we can enjoy all of your creations and live in eternal love with you. Help us to see you in everything we perceive with our eyes, with our ears, with our heart, with all our senses. Let us perceive with eyes of love so that we find you wherever we go and see you in everything you create. Let us see you in every cell of our body, in every emotion of our mind, in every dream, in every flower, in every person we meet. You cannot hide from us because you are everywhere, and we are one with you. Let us be aware of this truth.
Let us be aware of our power to create a dream of heaven where everything is possible. Help us to use our imagination to guide the dream of our life, the magic of our creation, so we can live without fear, without anger, without jealousy, without envy. Give us a light to follow, and let today be the day that our search for love and happiness is over. Today let something extraordinary happen that will change our life forever: Let everything we do and say be an expression of the beauty in our heart, always based on love.
Help us to be the way you are, to love the way you love, to share the way you share, to create a masterpiece of beauty and love, the same way that all of your creations are masterpieces of beauty and love. Beginning today and gradually over time, help us to increase the power of our love so that we may create a masterpiece of art – our own life. Today, Creator, we give you all of our gratitude and love because you have given us Life. Amen.
The title track from the new Fast & Furious album/movie.
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I think that there is some truth to all of this, even if it seems funny at the sametime.
Dance, Monkeys, Dance
by Ernest Cline
Orbiting the sun at about 98 million miles
is a little blue planet
and this planet is run
by a bunch of monkeys.
Now, the monkeys don't think of
themselves as monkeys.
They don't even think of themselves as animals
And they love to list all the things
that they think
separate them from the animals:
Opposable thumbs, self awareness . . .
They'll use words like
Homo Erectus and Australopithecus.
You say Toe-mate-o,
I say Toe-motto.
They're animals all right.
They're monkeys.
Monkeys with high-speed digital fiber optic technology,
but monkeys nevertheless.
I mean, they're clever.
You've got to give them that.
The Pyramids, skyscrapers, phantom jets,
the Great Wall of China.
That's some pretty impressive shit . . .
for a bunch of monkeys.
Monkeys whose brains have evolved
to such an unmanageable size
that it's now pretty much impossible
for them stay happy for any length of time
In fact, they're the only animals
that think they're supposed to be happy.
All of the other animals can just be.
But it's not that simple for the monkeys.
You see, the monkeys are cursed with consciousness
and so the monkeys are afraid.
So the monkeys worry.
The monkeys worry about everything,
but mostly about what all the other monkeys think.
Because the monkeys desperately want to fit in
with the other monkeys.
Which is hard to do,
because a lot of the monkeys seem to hate each other.
This is what really separates them from the other animals.
These monkeys hate.
They hate monkeys that are different.
Monkeys from different places,
monkeys who are a different color-
You see, the monkeys feel alone.
All six billion of them.
Some of the monkeys pay another monkey
to listen to their problems.
Because the monkeys want answers
and the monkeys don't want to die.
So the monkeys make up gods
and then they worship them.
Then the monkeys argue
over whose made-up god is better.
Then the monkeys get really pissed off
and this is usually when the monkeys decide
that it's a good time to start killing each other.
So the monkeys wage war.
The monkeys make hydrogen bombs.
The monkeys have got their whole fucking planet
wired up to explode.
The monkeys just can't help it.
Some of the monkeys play to a sold out crowd . . .
of other monkeys.
The monkeys make trophies
and then they give them to each other.
Like it means something.
Some of the monkeys think
that they have it all worked out.
Some of the monkeys read Nietzsche
The monkeys argue about Nietzsche
without giving any consideration to the fact
that Nietzsche
was just another fucking monkey.
The monkeys make plans.
The monkeys fall in love.
The monkeys fuck
and then they make more monkeys.
The monkeys make music
and then the monkeys DANCE
Dance, monkeys, dance.
The monkeys make a hell of a lot of noise.
Exhibit A
Monkey making noise.
And when he's done,
five other randomly selected monkeys
will rate this monkey's noises
on a scale from one to ten.
And at the end of the night,
they add all the numbers up
to see which monkey made the best noises.
As you can see . . .
these are some fucked up monkeys.
These monkeys are at once the ugliest
and most beautiful creatures on the planet.
And the monkeys don't want to be monkeys.
They want to be something else.
But they're not.
This is for those out there that have not seen the Crazy music video as yet. I you know who you are.......
Well enjoy.
Well enjoy.
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So there I was…
I’m not sure if any of you have ever found yourself blurting something out and suddenly wishing you hadn’t or suddenly find yourself scrambling for a rewind button in a conversation…funny thing about life, there isn’t a rewind button.
A colleague of mine and I were having a chat about what our plans were for the week-end. Mine were pretty normal, spending time with myself, watching movies and just enjoying my time off. Hers on the other hand were a little more hectic. She was finishing her night shift at 6am, going home to face two children just waking up and ready to be entertained and the best part of it all, having to move house. That’s about when it happened. I stood there and said, “well don’t worry, bring your girls around to my house and I’ll look after them for you”.
Now any mother, no matter what time of day jumps at the opportunity of being allowed to palm her children off for a few hours, if anything just to restore their own sanity. So there it was a done deal. They arrived on Saturday morning 9am armed with toys, nappies, wet wipes, food, sweets and huge enthusiasm for the day ahead. What had I got myself into I thought while still rubbing my eyes and opening the front door.
I was watched while in the shower, my shampoos were sniffed, toothbrush examined what cleaner I used, cream for my body, practically everything. I was questioned on my clothes, shoes and anything that two curios little girls could think of. I’m telling you, kids would make great CSI agents.
The day was great! With the help of my sister and her little girl, we piled everyone into the car, watched a puppet show, had lunch in a barnyard with real farm animals, built sand castles, painted our faces, put on ballet shows and just had loads of fun!
My house was turned upside down. Everything that could be eaten was, there were socks stuck in my couch, crumbs in the bathroom, sticky sweets stuck on the carpets and overall a good dose of chaos. Angus and Molly (my two dogs) looked exhausted. They had also been included in the day’s fun and were also feeling the after affects of the children too. I had such a chuckle when I hugged them both to find sticky fur balls formed on their backs from where little sticky fingers had been playing with them.
Anyway, the happy parents arrived to fetch their precious bundles, we kissed and hugged good bye and wait for it…….where’s that rewind button? Yes I did it again, blurted out, “sure, it was great, no problem of course, ANYTIME”……
I’m not sure if any of you have ever found yourself blurting something out and suddenly wishing you hadn’t or suddenly find yourself scrambling for a rewind button in a conversation…funny thing about life, there isn’t a rewind button.
A colleague of mine and I were having a chat about what our plans were for the week-end. Mine were pretty normal, spending time with myself, watching movies and just enjoying my time off. Hers on the other hand were a little more hectic. She was finishing her night shift at 6am, going home to face two children just waking up and ready to be entertained and the best part of it all, having to move house. That’s about when it happened. I stood there and said, “well don’t worry, bring your girls around to my house and I’ll look after them for you”.
Now any mother, no matter what time of day jumps at the opportunity of being allowed to palm her children off for a few hours, if anything just to restore their own sanity. So there it was a done deal. They arrived on Saturday morning 9am armed with toys, nappies, wet wipes, food, sweets and huge enthusiasm for the day ahead. What had I got myself into I thought while still rubbing my eyes and opening the front door.
I was watched while in the shower, my shampoos were sniffed, toothbrush examined what cleaner I used, cream for my body, practically everything. I was questioned on my clothes, shoes and anything that two curios little girls could think of. I’m telling you, kids would make great CSI agents.
The day was great! With the help of my sister and her little girl, we piled everyone into the car, watched a puppet show, had lunch in a barnyard with real farm animals, built sand castles, painted our faces, put on ballet shows and just had loads of fun!
My house was turned upside down. Everything that could be eaten was, there were socks stuck in my couch, crumbs in the bathroom, sticky sweets stuck on the carpets and overall a good dose of chaos. Angus and Molly (my two dogs) looked exhausted. They had also been included in the day’s fun and were also feeling the after affects of the children too. I had such a chuckle when I hugged them both to find sticky fur balls formed on their backs from where little sticky fingers had been playing with them.
Anyway, the happy parents arrived to fetch their precious bundles, we kissed and hugged good bye and wait for it…….where’s that rewind button? Yes I did it again, blurted out, “sure, it was great, no problem of course, ANYTIME”……
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