C'est non un blog
Monday, July 07, 2003
Ah, welcome, any and all fans of C'est non un blog. As you've probably noticed I haven't posted in a while. That's because I've pretty much decided that we are moving permanently over to livejournal. In case the mess below has you confused, I'll try to put the link in there one more time for you.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/maneatingcow23/
I'm hoping that for once there is an actual link you can click on above. If not, I'm sorry. I can't figure this mess out. That's part of the reason for the switch over to livejournal. Make sure to visit me in my new location. There are already a number of fun posts there. I'll try to keep it updated as much as possible. I promiss.
So this is the last post. It's been fun for the short amount of time we've been together blogger!
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
I think I'm moving the old C'est Non Un Blog over to live journal. All you big fans can still read my insane posts at this link:
Who knows, I might keep posting in both places for a while. Be on the lookout!
I'll share with you the two interesting conversations I had last night:
A) Sara[] and I came up with her new secret identity: Dr. Void. Dr. Void is an evil doctor of (we're not really sure on what yet. My best idea was evil doctor of being a shampoo girl, but that doesn't really roll off of the tongue) who wears a welding mask and a T shirt that is her Evil diploma (from whatever she got evil in). Her plan for world domination is to distract everyone from what they are doing, so that they all lose their jobs, and then the global economy falls into chaos. If someone is guarding, say a precious jewel, she distracts him while someone else steals the jewel. She doesn't actually steal it herself, she just distracts him, which makes her that much more evil. All the other Evil Doctor would-be super villians are jealous of how really evil she really is.
B) I. J. and I had a talk about how he should be getting some. He should take one of the boats and drive to the nearest villiage where a bunch of Russian girls are canning salmon, find one of those girls and then fuck her brains out doggie style in one of the vats of salmon. He should also smack her ass a lot until it is the same color of the salmon. This must be followed to the T. This is what we talked about.
Ok, enough of that nonsense.
I had a dream the other night when we were having a huge thunderstorm. In it the united states was in the middle of a nuclear holocaust. The survivors made their way to a ravaged, post Olympic (yes, that's what I mean) New York City and on the journey I am given Jesus/messiah powers by a mystical tree. I thus try to save and control my people in NYC.
Last night I had a dream where I was trying to stop the Terminatrix from destroying the world by playing a game of blitz ball against her and her team. Only it was more like beach vollyball in the water where I could fly.
Yeah, I should have my head checked out.
Ok, one day, and still no word from anyone if they, in fact, read my last message. That's ok though. People must not have gotten around to checking to see if it was updated yet.
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
Yeah, so it's been a while since my last post. Although not that long, considering if you compare mine to all of the other blogs I check regularly it's like I post every other second. But I digress. Theirs are usually more interesting anyway. Which makes me wonder: Since I have no means on this blog of getting responses from others, and since no one has ever mentioned reading my blog entries, does anyone actually read this? Is all of this all for nothing? Who am I writing too?
Which makes me wonder about the blog phenomena. Pretty much a blog is an online diary. But then in the past, when diaries weren't online, people generally didn't want others to read their diaries. They were private. Girls put big giant padlocks on their diaries so that little brothers couldn't snoop and blurt out at dinner who Susie had a crush on. For pretty much all of human civilization, journals and the like were not meant to be read directly after writing them; people didn't give out their personal feelings to others; journals were only meant to be read years after the said person died. What does this mean for human civilization then? We live in a world where reality television is becoming more and more popular. And it's come closer to home: instead of watching a bunch of voluntiers on an island, we now watch unsuspecting participants being played pranks on. "Punk'd" and "X'ed" are becoming part of the pop culture vocabulary. Everyone it seems wants to be on TV, everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame. As a country we seem to be more prepared than ever to talk in front of a movie camera. Personal camcorders got us comfortable with the idea, and popular media made us want to be on TV. Everyone wants their life out on display if only for a little more love from the world. Big Brother 4 is coming out soon, the ultimate show for people who want every inch of their lives on display for America (and if you have good internet, the world).
What is this new cultural phemonena, that we all are less bashful than we have ever been? Why do I, and countless others write on these web logs? And where does the line stop? Can I bad mouth a friend in this forum, and think nothing of it because of the idea that this is only a journal? Well of course not, but it makes you wonder where the line should be drawn, what should you keep public and what should you keep private.
That's a whole lot of rambling, isn't it?
I have a question for anyone who might actually still be (or ever was) reading this: Do you enjoy my reviews that I post in this forum? Especially the Global Underground ones, does anyone actually read them or get any enjoyment from doing so (knowing that most people have no idea what Global Underground even is, or anything about dance music at that)? Would you like to see more reviews? More in depth say movie or TV reviews? Or would you rather get just plain life news from me? Let me know, you know where to write.
