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There's something caught in my craw..
I was sitting in class today, and a girl in front of me was on Myspace. For some reason, that struck a chord with me. It's almost ridiculous how popular Myspace has become. If a college aged girl can't leave her computer in her room long enough to go to class, that's one thing. I'm guilty of that my self. It helps the time pass by. However, it's a completely different thing when that same girl can't stay off Myspace for all of 50 minutes. I'm not sure what exactly drives people to compulsively refresh the home page of Myspace.com every 10 minutes to see if people have commented on their 'new pix.' Sure, when I first got my Myspace I was like that, but in about a week's time or less, the novelty wore off, and I would hop online once a day to see, and then go do something else.
Anyway, I'm getting side tracked. So, this girl is checking Myspace in front of me every 5 minutes, and some how she stumbles across one of those infamous PETA videos. In this video people are killing chickens or some crap like that, I don't remember, but she's watching it, and all of the sudden her hand flies to her mouth to stifle a gasp of horror, just before she found the 'embed' link on the video's Youtube page, and posted a bulletin entitled "OMG THIS IS HORRIBLE!" or something else equally as ineffective in her own little effort to be a crusader for a cause she knows nothing about. If she had taken the time to do some research on PETA, she would most likely find that many of those videos were staged, and that the animal friendly faces of PETA were behind them. Of course, that was probably too much work, or the article she stumbled upon was too long for her to read, so instead she posted the video, and did exactly what the awfully misguided minds of PETA wanted her to do. If she is reading this, which I highly doubt, (both reading this, and reading anything at all) I urge her to give this article a looksee.
I'm really tired of the idea that ,"fighting for a cause is the hip thing to do" that myspace, and the rest of the internet is perpetuating.
Also on a completely different note, I am really tired of hearing parents that know only the things Fox News wants them to know, tirelessly talking about the "predators" on the internet. Sure, they are out there, but to them I say this:As children we learn from an early age not to trust strangers. If your child is that fucking stupid, they deserve anything that happens to them. You should keep an eye on what your 12 or 13 year old is doing online. You don't have to be an internet watchdog, and as a matter of fact I hate crap like that. All of those net nanny type progams. Instead of installing a program that limits what kids can do online, parents need to pay more fucking attention.
"Parents shouldn't smother their kids, rather, teach them to not be stupid. Kids will never learn unless they're taught, and if all a parent does is protectprotectprotect, how will they ever learn about the world around them?"
That's what I have to say on that.
Anyway, I'm getting side tracked. So, this girl is checking Myspace in front of me every 5 minutes, and some how she stumbles across one of those infamous PETA videos. In this video people are killing chickens or some crap like that, I don't remember, but she's watching it, and all of the sudden her hand flies to her mouth to stifle a gasp of horror, just before she found the 'embed' link on the video's Youtube page, and posted a bulletin entitled "OMG THIS IS HORRIBLE!" or something else equally as ineffective in her own little effort to be a crusader for a cause she knows nothing about. If she had taken the time to do some research on PETA, she would most likely find that many of those videos were staged, and that the animal friendly faces of PETA were behind them. Of course, that was probably too much work, or the article she stumbled upon was too long for her to read, so instead she posted the video, and did exactly what the awfully misguided minds of PETA wanted her to do. If she is reading this, which I highly doubt, (both reading this, and reading anything at all) I urge her to give this article a looksee.
I'm really tired of the idea that ,"fighting for a cause is the hip thing to do" that myspace, and the rest of the internet is perpetuating.
Also on a completely different note, I am really tired of hearing parents that know only the things Fox News wants them to know, tirelessly talking about the "predators" on the internet. Sure, they are out there, but to them I say this:As children we learn from an early age not to trust strangers. If your child is that fucking stupid, they deserve anything that happens to them. You should keep an eye on what your 12 or 13 year old is doing online. You don't have to be an internet watchdog, and as a matter of fact I hate crap like that. All of those net nanny type progams. Instead of installing a program that limits what kids can do online, parents need to pay more fucking attention.
"Parents shouldn't smother their kids, rather, teach them to not be stupid. Kids will never learn unless they're taught, and if all a parent does is protectprotectprotect, how will they ever learn about the world around them?"
That's what I have to say on that.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
My Newest Acquisition or; Fuck Tha Police!
Tonight, around 12:51 AM, on the long, cold walk from the place where I park my car back to my dorm, I stumbled upon something magnificent. To top off a wonderful night of GTA: Vice City, a late night trip to Buffalo Wild Wings, and much comradery, I found something that I had always wanted; a shopping cart.
That's right, be jealous of me. I found an un-manned shopping cart outside of my friend's apartment by the street. So, naturally I decided to appropriate it for my very own. Given that it is a bit of a trek back to my dorm room, my legs got tired and I began trying to ride it down small hills, so that I wouldn't have to walk. It was during one of these ill-fated attempts that my room mate and I were interrupted by the tell-tale flashing blue lights of the joke that is the Greensboro Police Department. Coincidentally I had just finished a lengthy tirade about how much I hate cops, and how useless they were for doing anything outside of trying to stop actual criminals.
Our brief exchange went something like this:
Officer Dickweed, upon stepping out of the car proceeded to strut up to us, as if we had done something wrong. It seemed that he had seen me trying to ride the cart, and thought "By-Golly! Lawbreakers!" and then seen fit to stop us. Now, I hate cops, but I tried to be as nice as possible given that I am an adult, and can go to man-jail for stupid crap like this. Here's how it went down.
Officer: I'm going to have to ask what you are doing? I saw you out here riding that cart up and down the street.
Me: Well, sir, my feet got sort of tired, because it's a long walk back to campus from here, so I tried to ride a little ways.
Officer:I see. You didn't steal that cart of Rugged Wearhouse did you?
Me: No, I found it on the side of the road near my friend's apartment.
Officer: Where at?
Me: Sherwood Court Apartments.
Officer: So you didn't steal it, and your legs just got tired?
Me: Yes.
Officer: Oh.
At one point, he noticed the box of Buffalo Wild Wings that I had sitting in the cart.
Officer: What's in the box?
(I just opened it, revealing five honey bbq chicken wings.)
Officer: oh.
Me: Yeah, we went to Buffalo Wild Wings tonight, and I didn't really want to carry the leftovers, and push the cart.
Officer: Where are you taking it?
Me: Back to my dorm. I've always kind of wanted a shopping cart of my own.
Officer: What are you going to do with it?
Me: Take it back to my dorm, and use it for storage purposes, we don't have anywhere to put our stuff.
Officer: And you didn't steal it from Rugged Wearhouse?
Me: Nope.
Officer: You have a good night.
It was obvious that he wanted to take the cart, but as I had pushed it for a long time, and long ways, he wasn't getting it. Also, he had real right to take it, as he didn't have any proof that we had done anything wrong. So, he had to fuck off and leave, shaking his head as he did so.
Me: 1
Greensboro Police Dept.:0
I win.
I would also like to comment on the investigative skill of that particular officer. He asked us three times if we stole it, which would have been ridiculous for two reasons.
That's right, be jealous of me. I found an un-manned shopping cart outside of my friend's apartment by the street. So, naturally I decided to appropriate it for my very own. Given that it is a bit of a trek back to my dorm room, my legs got tired and I began trying to ride it down small hills, so that I wouldn't have to walk. It was during one of these ill-fated attempts that my room mate and I were interrupted by the tell-tale flashing blue lights of the joke that is the Greensboro Police Department. Coincidentally I had just finished a lengthy tirade about how much I hate cops, and how useless they were for doing anything outside of trying to stop actual criminals.
Our brief exchange went something like this:
Officer Dickweed, upon stepping out of the car proceeded to strut up to us, as if we had done something wrong. It seemed that he had seen me trying to ride the cart, and thought "By-Golly! Lawbreakers!" and then seen fit to stop us. Now, I hate cops, but I tried to be as nice as possible given that I am an adult, and can go to man-jail for stupid crap like this. Here's how it went down.
Officer: I'm going to have to ask what you are doing? I saw you out here riding that cart up and down the street.
Me: Well, sir, my feet got sort of tired, because it's a long walk back to campus from here, so I tried to ride a little ways.
Officer:I see. You didn't steal that cart of Rugged Wearhouse did you?
Me: No, I found it on the side of the road near my friend's apartment.
Officer: Where at?
Me: Sherwood Court Apartments.
Officer: So you didn't steal it, and your legs just got tired?
Me: Yes.
Officer: Oh.
At one point, he noticed the box of Buffalo Wild Wings that I had sitting in the cart.
Officer: What's in the box?
(I just opened it, revealing five honey bbq chicken wings.)
Officer: oh.
Me: Yeah, we went to Buffalo Wild Wings tonight, and I didn't really want to carry the leftovers, and push the cart.
Officer: Where are you taking it?
Me: Back to my dorm. I've always kind of wanted a shopping cart of my own.
Officer: What are you going to do with it?
Me: Take it back to my dorm, and use it for storage purposes, we don't have anywhere to put our stuff.
Officer: And you didn't steal it from Rugged Wearhouse?
Me: Nope.
Officer: You have a good night.
It was obvious that he wanted to take the cart, but as I had pushed it for a long time, and long ways, he wasn't getting it. Also, he had real right to take it, as he didn't have any proof that we had done anything wrong. So, he had to fuck off and leave, shaking his head as he did so.
Me: 1
Greensboro Police Dept.:0
I win.
I would also like to comment on the investigative skill of that particular officer. He asked us three times if we stole it, which would have been ridiculous for two reasons.
- Wendover Ave. , where Rugged Wearhouse is located, is a long FUCKING way from UNCG on foot.
- The store had been closed for about 2 hours by this time. Did he think that I stole it, and then took it for a joyride, because I was so pumped about my skillful example of petty larceny? Honestly, nothing lights my fire quite like petty larceny.
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