06 June 2008

Broke, over-analytical, and sick to death of people.

Basically sums up my existence as of right now.

1. I have concluded that I cannot save money for the life of me. It's an interesting scenario, considering I always manage to cover my varying necessary expenses, regardless of how massive or minuscule they are in any given bi-weekly period. And yet I am incapable of ever, ever finding myself with more than $7 to my name when awaiting a paycheque. I need a plan of action. But I've been saying I will develop one for three years now, so...I think I've found it (see picture below).2. According to this hilarious article, "The 10 Most Worthless College Majors", my Philosophy studies are not only analogous to creating a bonfire with my yearly income, they are also contributing to making me wholly miserable in any career path I choose to take. I take this all with a grain of salt of course, but really, this cerebral pursuit for the sake of intellectual enlightenment probably wasn't the cleverest decision I've ever made. Is it too late to switch my major to something tangibly beneficial like Economics or Journalism three-and-a-half years in?

3. Hell is other people. I doubt this requires reiteration considering it is the virtual masthead of this blog, but I am currently quite frustrated/depressed/outraged at the nature of 99% of the human beings that I encounter on a daily basis that I felt the need to vent...and where better to do that then here? We're all busy/tired/ill/underpaid/blah/blah/fucking blah, get over it and be at least remotely pleasant to others. You're not making anyone's life easier, including your own.
I'm thinking today is perhaps one of those days when I should be sequestering myself on my balcony with a case of beer and two packs of B&H and just give up on associating with the proletarian masses for a few hours.

05 June 2008

Welcome to the Pleeblands

"Those walls and bars are there for a reason," said Crake.
"Not to keep us out, but to keep them in. Mankind needs barriers in both cases."
"Them?"
"Nature and God."

I don't even know how to begin to expand upon this.

In short, D.C. is planning on creating "Neighbourhood Safety Zones" or, as I prefer to call them, Atwood's pleeblands. Pleeblands are poor, crime-infested neighbourhoods which will be fenced and guarded at all hours of every day, and for which one will be required to present government-issued identification and a 'legitimate' reason to enter or exit.

I always knew there was a reason I felt a sense of uncanny familiarity with Oryx and Crake, and that reason seems to be evidencing itself every single time I read or watch the news and discover yet another development in our frightening and foul work towards some fucked up idea of 'progess'.