Nerdy Things

Alright folks, this is the one stroke of pure genius I’m going to have for the next 450 years, so get your hats out!

This new hilarious game is the Omegle Dungeon Crawl.  You and a partner are separated in a labyrinthine internet world.  To escape, you must traverse through impatient perverts, bots and nerd swarms to find the other half and rescue them!  Here’s how it goes:

1 - Set up a meeting place.  This can be your own home, the office, or even an IM program like MSN or AIM.

2 - Set up key phrases, one that responds to another.  They don’t have to make sense, but they must be unique.  Using repeated phrases will cause you to get lost, and you may end up recruiting a doppleganger!

3 - Ready, set, go!  Click on new chats, fling Phrase I as fast as you can, and if you don’t find your friend, there’s more places to look!  Stopping for convos is okay, if your new stranger friend decides he wants to chat.

4 - Once you find your partner, victory celebrations are in order. :D

Some of the things I see at work, and subsequently NEED to rant about otherwise my frustrations get channelled at innocent walls, make me wonder just how far south the Western Hemisphere is going.  And it’s a remarkable spiral of trends, boiling down to some very depressing points.

Parents expect their child’s entire education to be through the schools.
Schools expect children to know how to behave, enabling better teaching.
Parents expect schools to grant good grades no matter how bad the child is doing.
Schools expect parents to help their children learn.

Anyone else seeing a problem here?  Many parents today, in a fit of self-entitled whatever-ness, expect everything involved in raising their children to be done for them.

Obviously this is a violent abuse of ‘It takes a village to raise a child’, especially if you’re the kind of parent that seems to live outside of the proverbial village.  Yes, schools teach your children things that you can’t possibly teach them.  That doesn’t mean you’re not responsible for teaching them something.

While I understand the frustration behind people’s statements boiling around ‘kids these days’, I also feel for the kids who legitimately do not know what they’re supposed to be doing because nobody told them.  I’ve had so much of that from my family that I almost instinctively jump for benefit of the doubt.

I then find it necessary to pose a request to the general world:  For those of you who resent the blame-shifting responsibility-shirking parents in the world, please do your best to be better parents.  If you don’t want to be a parent, please try and be gentle and kind to as many ‘ignorant’ youth as you can, because they’re probably struggling to make their way in a world they weren’t prepared for.

This does not excuse obnoxious kids demanding respect.  Feel free to laugh at them.  But when a child or teen asks a question that may seem royally stupid, instead of asking them if their parents taught them anything in life, give them the answer and ask if they’d like to know more.  Perhaps if we start listening to these kids, they might feel better about growing up to be adults.

If that makes sense, props. 

It’s 4 am, I’m at work, and work is dead.

SO HELLO INTERNET.  HOW ARE YOU?

I will eventually write something meaningful and sensical here.  Maybe.

Happy.

Happy Happy Happy.

Happy Happy Happ Hap Ha ha ha ha ha ha…..

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I remember your names, you know.

Every name.  The ones that kicked the snow, pulled my hair, launched cups and sticks and pebbles and balls and projectile hatred flying to my face until I was drowning.  I drowned in laughter I didn’t understand like a wallaby at 30,000 feet and climbing, hitting a ceiling made of invisible fuzz, only to burn and freeze together in one serendipitous moment.

Are you satisfied?  I hope so.  Because you probably have no idea who I am.  Do you?  It’d really surprise me.

What did you do with your lives?  Where are you now?  Some of you, I’m sure are just sitting, wondering what to do with yourselves but that’s fine.  Not everybody is blessed with even the idea of where they want to go.  It’s okay.  It’s okay.  You’re okay…

And so am I!  I’m wonderful.  Half the things I say don’t make sense and I like it, but it doesn’t matter because what matters is if it MAKES sense.  Reinterpret my circuitous babble and the secret of the meaning of what people think is life just might be there.

That’s what philosophy’s all about.

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Three.  The Empress.  My body, growing and open for growth and life, wonderful.  I am the Empress.

You don’t know my name, do you?  Of course!  That’s because I changed it.  After you tore me down, ripped my desires and ideas out from under my nose and ears and eyes, after all that, you still don’t know my name.  Yet you knew it.  You KNEW, when it was convenient for you.  Happy Birthday, let the sun shine on.

Kids kill themselves.  Every day.  Because of what you did.  Kids turn out making little to no sense of the world because nobody listened or nobody cared or the wrong people cared too late.  Or sometimes….

Sometimes…

You get caught in a comfortable net just in time to stay dreaming.  Say your soul’s cries.  Be there.  Be here.  Be Tomorrow.

Yes, people died.  Because of what you did.  That’s sad.  But stop talking about it, there’s nothing you can do for them.  Their families will get over it and move on like they’re supposed to do, and smile and carry on with their alarm-clock days and exponentially shrinking nights until POOF.  Zero.  You can’t help them anymore.

And most of you can’t help me.

But my triumph is….I’m still alive.

Yes, I was that bored tonight that I managed to rescue my handle on Tumblr.

I will reign supreme!