Unfollowing Facebook


Those of you that have been following for a while know that I absolutely hate Facebook.  I do.  Truly.  With a passion.  Twitter is worse but I’m not on that site so that hate doesn’t burn as hot.  Of course, if I were forced to write a list of things I hate it would be really long and have to get updated on a daily basis but FB would be near the top.

I was active on it for a year or two when it was still “new” and “cool”, like everyone else, but quickly got annoyed by all the BS everywhere.  I don’t give a shit about what some one-time friend had for lunch, or what motivational poster they liked.  Also, the loss of privacy, the transparency of everyone’s information about every little detail of their life was terrifying.  When I was in college I did a report on how ridiculously easy it is to steal identities that scares me to this day (really, all you need is a full name and a birthday).  But it’s not just criminals, there’s Facebook stalking, potential employers, trolls, skeezy family members (I have stories), and all the other creepy shit that happens online. Continue reading

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Why I’m terrified of this Presidential election


When I was growing up I never followed politics or the news.  We lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere, all the headlines took place in a different world.

All that changed when I joined the military.  It didn’t take long to realize that politics and world news had a huge impact on my life.  Invading Iraq?  Oh, shit.  Bush was reelected?  Oh, shit.  And all those weird places they talked about on the news?  Yeah, I’ve been there, I’ve met people there, I’ve got the t-shirt.  Everything became relevant, I started really paying attention to what was going on around the world.

Most of the time when I notice headlines about politics my reaction varies between mild disgust, surprise, and disappointment.  It’s not often that politics scares me, but I’m terrified about the next US election.  Terrified.  I haven’t been this worried since Bush won a second term. Continue reading

Writing as introspection


Blogging has always been in some form or another a kind of introspection for me.  I never wrote for an audience, I wrote for myself.  It was all about finding a way to understand and explain myself to me, dig into my life, my feelings deeper.

More recently, I’ve found interesting parallels in my fiction writing.  By interesting I mean borderline scary.

Several months ago I went to see a therapist for the first time.  It’s something that I’d wanted to do for a while, I hoped that it would be like an interactive form of writing…  me finding ways to explain things to someone else (like writing) but then having that person ask questions that might give me another perspective in a safe environment.  In case you hadn’t noticed, I take my anonymity, my secrets, quite seriously.  The only way I could really talk to someone about anything, everything honestly was in a situation where I could trust their discretion. Continue reading

Taking a breather


You’ll have to forgive the break from trip posts for a moment, it’s been a crazy few days.

Sometimes the universe just slaps you in the face.  You could say it’s a sign from God, Allah, Yahweh, whoever/whatever, but as an agnostic I like the idea of the great unknown and “the universe” is a nice, ambiguous way to put it.

The problem with these proverbial slaps is that they don’t come with instructions or a convenient moral at the end.  There’s no sky banner saying “That’s what you get for XYZ, asshole!”, or “Don’t forsake love for the better job in Denver!”, or whatever the applicable lesson should be.  We just get bitch slapped and left wondering why.

Since returning from Australia I’ve had a series of unlucky, unfortunate events.  At first, it was a few minor things not that far out of the ordinary but the magnitude and frequency of these events kept increasing.  I went from thinking that maybe I was having a string of bad luck to thinking that the universe was trying to tell me something in an incredibly awkward and increasingly painful way.  Whatever the lesson is, I’m not learning it quick enough. Continue reading

Creeped the Fuck Out


As a kid I loved Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood.  Up until a couple nights ago, I would fondly remember the show whenever it was brought up.  Now, all of those happy memories are ruined.  I was watching a special on PBS, when the show was over the following video came on:

I’m not entirely sure why this “remix” creeps me out so badly, but it does.  Maybe it’s the talk of cat eyes glowing in the dark.  Maybe it’s the eerie auto-tuned voice.  Or maybe it’s something about his eyes staring into my soul, then the rapid repeating of scenes, but I feel like Mr. Rogers is trying to fuck with my head.  I get the distinct impression that if you play the song backwards you might hear the voice of the devil.  The devil speaking with the voice of Bill Hicks.

Yeah, thanks PBS for ruining my childhood hero.  And my chance at a straight eight hours of sleep tonight.