Untamed

As the title implies, I have found a real Weapon of Mass Destruction. It is my wireless keyboard and mouse. I spent Thursday night having a bit of fun, laying on the couch in my living room (a fair distance away from my bedroom, let me tell you) and began typing to people on my AIM contact list. I did amazingly well, considering my computer was in my bedroom and I couldn’t see a single thing that I was writing; at which point I decided that Vittra with a wireless keyboard is probably a dangerous thing. You can’t stop me from talking crap no matter where I am! Come to think of it, I should probably start demanding one million dollars, Dr. Evil style. Aside from wirelessly attacking the Internet from other rooms though, I have managed to start my own BigPond chat room that users are more than welcome to participate in at any time they choose.

The service is free, can be accessed via a web browser or your preferred IRC client which can connect to the irc.bigpond.com servers. If anyone is interested in participating in the chat, you can do so by clicking “Chat Now” in the side menu of my blog. Those of you with an IRC client surely know how to navigate your way to my room (#Peers.30s) yourselves. In other news, Trillian has been having some difficulty remaining connected to certain services that I use, taking the time to disconnect me from AIM only thirty minutes ago. It’s a fairly good program though and I’d recommend it to anyone who uses MSN, ICQ, Yahoo!, AIM or IRC; even if you use just one of those services, you still can save yourself system resources.

Apparently a guy in my lectures is annoyed with some of us and I have no idea why. I was informed of the situation by word of one of my friends and when I went to ask Mosh if he hates us, he said nothing. I have no idea why he dislikes us, all I can imagine is that he’s annoyed because we constantly mock him about playing Counter-Strike so much. Either that or we’ve gotten him in trouble several times when he’s done something he shouldn’t. Serves him right, if you asked me. It doesn’t matter though, I never really liked him as it is and I’ve had him blocked on my MSN Messenger for about six months now. There was something about him asking me what my IP was constantly (despite refusing) that just, I don’t know, caused my finger to slip and press “block”.

A rather uneventful entry for now, I suppose. I know I had something more worthwhile to talk about, but it has evaded me at the moment. Nonetheless, I do have other things to write about elsewhere – you all know where to look.

The Road To Nothing is a saga.

The vehicle pulled to a halt on the curbside as the driver got out of the car, opening the rear passenger door. Andy was still unconscious thanks to the pool-sized amount of alcohol he has consumed no more than thirty minutes ago. A small amount of saliva had gathered on the seat, right where Andy’s head had been resting; in his unaware state, he’d been dribbling all over the taxi – a gesture of which the driver didn’t appreciate at all. Opening his eyes, Andy looked around; the sky was dark and there were no cars or people around to be seen – Andy didn’t even know where he was. Another glance at his watch told him that several hours had passed since he remembers being at the pub, but why was he left on the side of the road on the grass?

His hands buried into his pockets, digging around for his keys until he instead found a piece of paper. It was a note from the driver who had brought him home earlier, but Andy didn’t realize this until he reached the end of the note that read, “Couldn’t stay around until you woke, thanks for paying beforehand – Cab driver.” So it was him who left Andy on the side of the road! He had finally remembered stumbling poorly into a cab, tossing money at a man and asking to be taken home, all the while his eyes scanned the houses across the street. Andy always had problems finding his own house in the dark and in this suburb; things weren’t made much easier with all the houses looking seemingly identical. Damn his wife for wanting to choose somewhere ‘cozy’ and ‘family friendly’; he hated this place.

There it was, his eyes had stumbled upon the letterbox that stood outside their house. It wasn’t much of a letterbox; in fact, it was one of Andy’s poorest attempts at building something he had ever decided to use. That was the problem with him, though – “get drunk, get curious” was his motto and it seemed his curiosity extended past his infatuation with the female body. Climbing to his feet, Andy set across the road toward his front gate and just as he was reaching there, he felt an unpleasant feeling resonate in his stomach. It felt warm; it had a distinct taste of everything he ate today mixed with a disgusting bitterness of his own stomach acid. Oh, he knew exactly what this was and he was powerless to stop it. He leaned over his gate, the spikes of the gate pressed into his chest as he violently vomited over his front pavement. Great, now he had something that needed cleaning up, but Andy decided it could wait until later.

Walking up the path to the front door, avoiding his own mess Andy wondered if his wife would particularly notice the state he was in. Okay, so there was vomit on his shoes from the splash and he smelled heavily of alcohol, but that could have been caused by anything, right? Slumping to the front step, he questioned whether putting in the ‘family man’ attitude right now was such a good idea. He hadn’t really spent time with his family in a while though; if it wasn’t work that kept him busy, it was his own personal leisurely activities that did. Swallowing his fear, Andy stood up and placed his hand on the door, turning the handle hoping that he wouldn’t need to make a second search for his keys. He was in luck as the door latched open and his wife was standing on the other side, an unimpressed look upon her face.

An amusing conversation that occurred between me and someone I happened to have met via a forum. He and I have argued several times before, each time calling my logic a “lost cause” when it was evident he was losing. This one, however, was more amusing than most. For those who click the link leading to the thread where I explain why he is an ass, the explaination is basically on page two and my username is Liquid Transition. For the sake of his privacy (we wouldn’t want people laughing at him directly), I’ve changed his username.

[07:03 PM] TL: http://www.snopes.com/photos/people…ics/pepper1.jpg scary sex offender
[07:04 PM] Velvet Vittra: Yeah, yeah, I’ve already seen it. Ass.
[07:05 PM] TL: him or me?
[07:05 PM] Velvet Vittra: You.
[07:05 PM] TL: why am I an ass
[07:07 PM] Velvet Vittra: http://www.wireforums.com/showthread.php?t=2684
[07:07 PM] Velvet Vittra: That’ll explain it.
[07:09 PM] TL: um, it doesn’t show why I’m an ass. all I see is some people discussing brian peppers and you being a brat
[07:10 PM] Velvet Vittra: Bullshit. They’re not discussing it, it was merely posted for them to laugh at his appearance.
[07:10 PM] Velvet Vittra: Just like you.
[07:11 PM] TL: it certainly wasn’t posted for you to make excuses for his behavior
[07:12 PM] Velvet Vittra: Woah, that’s some great defence there.
[07:12 PM] TL: this guy looks eight times more normal in his high school pics. still deformed, but normal. back then, he did NOT look like an insane vampire. just a somewhat deformed kid. you can’t say he did all that to himself
[07:13 PM] TL: I mean, you can’t say that he has no control over it
[07:13 PM] Velvet Vittra: What, he CHOSE to look that way when he was born?
[07:13 PM] Velvet Vittra: Did you choose your physical appearance too?
[07:13 PM] TL: http://www.snopes.com/photos/people…ics/pepper4.jpg
[07:15 PM] Velvet Vittra: I don’t care about the pictures. Do you think he had much control over how his body changed during his teen years? Did you have control over your penis length or your bodily appearance when you were developing? No, you didn’t.
[07:15 PM] TL: stop being a bitch and look at the pictures
[07:15 PM] TL: they make my point
[07:15 PM] Velvet Vittra: No, they don’t.
[07:16 PM] Velvet Vittra: HE HAS NO CONTROL OVER HOW HIS BODY FORMS.
[07:16 PM] Velvet Vittra: How difficult is that to understand?
[07:16 PM] TL: I had full control over almost every aspect of my appearance from high school on, because of my eating and workout habits.
[07:16 PM] Velvet Vittra: Oh, bull.
[07:16 PM] TL: and because of how I chose to groom myself
[07:16 PM] Velvet Vittra: You’re an idiot sometimes, honestly, you really are.
[07:17 PM] TL: can you argue with logic for once, or am I going to have to have to call this one a lost cause?
[07:17 PM] “TL” signed off at Sat Jul 16 19:17:05 2005.

Eh, for the record, I blocked him. After blocking him, he signs into his old AIM account and says to me:

[07:24 PM] TL2: don’t bother ever IMing me, PMing me, or even replying to me on gamewire again. it is obvious you are incapable of holding an adult discussion, and because of that, you are to stay out of my sight for good. I’ve no room for childish brats in my life. you aren’t worth the text on my screen.
[07:24 PM] Velvet Vittra: *Rolls eyes* You’re one to talk. Didn’t I block you first?

My reply didn’t get back to him, though. He’d clearly blocked me. Good riddance.

It seems as though parents are going to be getting another dose of bitter abuse by me in today’s installment of anger. Todays topic: Parents complaining about violent games and the graphical content that is available in San Andres with the quick download of a file online. (Yes, kids, I’m talking about the sex that you’ve added into your Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas game.) It seems your mother and father are angry because they let you play a game that they didn’t take any time to research about, learn what it focused around and even after that still allowed you to play. Another well-done job you have done for your children, parents – I salute you and your neglegent ways!

“People are selling my child games that they aren’t rated for”, complain parents. Well who allowed them to bring that game home and play it after the purchase was made? Sure, the store is legally at fault for selling the game to an age that wasn’t legally supposed to buy it, but once that child leaves the store, the deal lands squarely in the parents hands. If that child brings home a game that isn’t rated for them or crosses the family morals, it is the parents duty to do something about it. By “doing something about it”, I do not mean complain, either – every store has a return, exchange or refund policy. It is up to the parent to make use of this policy and assert some authority.

If you let your child play it and especially more than once, then your chance to complain has typically been stripped from you. If you took some effort to ban your child from getting the game or playing it, your complains would be more valid than that of a parent who is far too lazy to put their objections into action. Words aren’t going to keep the games out of the house after being neglegent yourself by allowing the child to play the game once it is brought home.

Some people seem to think that something is great until it interferes with something that they particularly like but don’t necessarily need; for example, ‘a storm is great, until they cause a power failure’. While this may be true for those who rely on power for business needs and so forth, the average person in society should be able to function perfectly fine without electricity. Humans have become so dependant on things to entertain themselves, to inspire them and so on but a storm can be all of those things. To choose a television to watch over a completely natural, random and beautiful storm just seems so primitive.

Whenever a storm cuts the electricity, it should be a beautiful time, not a time when people become upset that they didn’t see the ending to their favourite sitcom that will only be repeated ten years later. For that period of time when there is no power, it’s a chance for a small part of the world to just stop, walk outside and look at the sky, admiring its beauty, grace and natural qualities. To see the lightning streak across the sky different from every other time it has ever done so; to have the rain beating down onto the ground, the plants, the buildings and making a rhythmic sound as though Angels were playing their own beautiful tribal music; to have the thunder add its own deep input as though the sky itself were talking to you. A storm is a reflective time, something that everyone should stop and admire once in a while.

To be surrounded in complete darkness, the sounds of television ceasing, the stillness of the night and everything so calm and peaceful. For those moments that we’re all rendered without our technology, we truly are more advanced, stronger and more intelligent than we were when the power surged through our homes, providing mind-numbing entertainment. Electricity is a beautiful invention and it serves many great features, yes but if one cannot learn to live without it when forced and hold no complaint about it, then humans have not really evolved at all. Electricity is developed naturally in a storm; we see it every time it tears through the sky or impacts into the surface of the Earth. That is the real beauty, the real magnificence – not the last episode of a reality television show.

Nature, it seems, has taken a back seat to technology, even when nature itself tries to render our technology useless for a mere few hours. As the future screams toward us, the amount of times people just stop and take a look around them and appreciate things is only going to become less. If ‘evolving’ means becoming completely dependant, I pity humanity and consider cavemen far more evolved than today’s society.