Friday, July 18, 2008

How Your Collective Thinking is Destroying Your Mind, Career, Personal Life and Hippocampus

How Your Collective Thinking is Destroying Your Mind, Career, Personal Life and Hippocampus


You know who you are. You've turned over your locus of self control for the collective good. You've given up your mind and soul for others. You have adopted the standards and norms that are acceptable to many people some of the time. You have in fact, dumbed down.


Why do you feel like you've entered the twilight zone of arrested development and whatever potential you once had left with your divorce settlement?


OK. I know. You are expecting some words of comfort and sensitivity. Forget it. You made the huge booboo of dumbing down. Now at almost any depth your logic and reasoning falters. You have been called an intellectual wienie by your co-workers, neighbors and immediate family, all of whom are your biggest fans. That should tell you something.


You are the bane of Silicon Valley. Employers hire you because they need bodies. They know that at your best you're good for showing up and behaving somewhat responsibly until you leave. That's it. You are known as a generic sheep with a herd instinct.


At some point in your life, probably just before or after puberty, you lost the locus of control on yourself. You ceased to be the one in control of your destiny and have instead decided to let others do it for you, a task which they have always eagerly accepted.


Over a relatively short period of time, your perceptions have become increasingly distorted. You come to conclusions like the sky is falling, everything is the fault of the government and everything in the universe is equal to everything else.


As your thinking further deteriorates, you begin to fantasize that everything in the whole world is driven by oil, the U.S. is always wrong and any negative news about the U.S. is in some twisted way, good news.


In the advanced stages you feel you are qualified to judge people by their looks, opinions and political party affiliation. Despite being such a cynic, you paradoxically think your candidate is the one candidate that is different than all the others that ever were. You have long stopped judging candidates by what they believe and instead judge them on who they know. You are the culture wars.


At work, you drive your boss nuts. You always show up and you always do what you are told but you produce little and contribute little. Your creativity and innovation is zip. Several times you have been passed over for promotions assuming you would have the decency to quit, but you didn't. As your opinions, attitudes and beliefs become more hardened and negative, you find more and more folks getting irritated simply by your presence.

At first you just accept a simple concept such as 'all societies are equal and just.' As you mentally repeat this idea over a period of time you start to believe it. This causes the neurons in your hippocampus to turn to a dark, green liquid and folks start to suggest you take a vacation to recuperate since they can see your mental capacity is declining.

Eventually you deny yourself any sense of excitement or accomplishment as you are convinced it is bad to ever do anything solely for yourself, except of course the bathroom visits. Because of your skewed and depressing views; active, productive folks start avoiding you altogether and start making up excuses like they just came down with the plague and want to be a good amigo and not spread it to you.

As you finally descend into the category of 'loser' you find that anyone that is not a loser avoids you as if you actually did have the plague. The only ones that can stand to be around you are your fellow losers and there comes a point where even they stop seeming very friendly...

Like the critics that criticize because they can't create, you criticize those that stand out and haven't succumbed to the 'we are all dumbed down' credo. They in turn don't do business with you, hire you, marry you, socialize with you, befriend you or help you when you can't figure out the right spreadsheet formula.

If your spouse hasn't joined you on this dumbing down quest then she will soon be leaving you. Another sign of this is when one starts regularly grinding his teeth. The person they hoped they could change when they got married turned out to be a bigger fool than they imagined. To make things worse she doesn't necessarily even leave you for another man or another woman, they just leave. They don't need an excuse let alone a reason...

In the end you turn bitter because no one buys into your baloney anymore. You lose interest in that which does not support your fantasies and over time the effect becomes more pronounced. As you lose your interest, you become less interesting. Sadly, at some point you begin to realize that you are such un-fun that all your friends and family are trying to avoid you. They see you as mix of sad, stupid and goofy.

Like Buddha says, a hundred years from now who the heck will care. But if you want to get admitted, get the job, get the promotion, get the sale, get married, get the contract or just about get anything else, just remember that your collective thinking is all your fault.

Understanding that it is all your fault might not make you feel any better but that insight just might be your only way out.

About the Author

Jack D. Deal lives in Collective Thinkers Land, California.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Are The Rich Still Getting Richer?

Are The Rich Still Getting Richer?

Two years ago there were fourteen Americans on the list of the world's twenty richest people. Now there are four. Thanks to Warren Buffett and his $62 billion, an American remains on op of the list and Buffett can thank his company, Berkshire Hathaway. Being able to float loans enables Buffett to buy a wide range of companies. In fact, if you've ever worn UGG's, you can say you've walked a mile in Warren Buffett's shoes.

Not all the mega rich, however, are investing in companies. Some are investing in art. One of Claude Monet's paintings recently sold for $80.5 million. That's almost twice as much as any of his other paintings have sold for. A month ago a painting by Lucian Freud sold for more than $33 million. That's the most ever paid for a work by a living artist. It and an $86 million Frances Bacon triptych were bought by a Russian billionaire. The buyers at Art Basel, the major art festival in Switzerland, used to be 1/3 American. Now, because of the U.S. Economy, 1/10 are American. Now American buyers are having to resort to a new way of buying art. They're borrowing money from companies like Art Capitol Group and using the art they buy as collateral. For some of the rich art is a hang-up.

For Michael Jordon endorsements are his new game. Although Jordon retired in 2001, he makes $40 million from endorsements. That's $109,589 a day, which means he earns $36,528 while he's sleeping. If Jordon wanted to save his money to buy a $90,000 Acura NSX, it would take him less than twenty hours. He may pay $200 for a round of golf, but he earns $18,264 while he's playing. This year Jordon will earn twice as much as all our past presidents combined. Nevertheless, even if he saved all his money for the next fifty years, Michael Jordon wouldn't be as rich as Bill Gates is now. Nerd outscores jock.

Where do the world's rich bargain hunt? Maybe at their local dump. Bargain hunters in upscale suburbs like Wellesley, Massachusetts are picking through trash and driving away in their BMW's and Mercedes with everything from flat screen monitors to Wedgwood crystal bowls. Drop and shop has become so popular some towns have to hire police to keep outsiders out. Dump devotees don't want to talk to strangers - not even trash talk.

by kphirst

Friday, June 13, 2008

Trevorkian and Rachel in San Diego



My best friend Trevor and I went to San Diego for the weekend. Talk about an eventfull weekend!!!, to say the least. Lemme just say that Ramona, CA in San Diego county is a beautiful little town out in the middle is senic nowhere. We drove on a little road for days it seemed. Ran over a snake , that happened to be sun bathing. Talk about a buzz kill. Poor little guy, we had to stop to get him out of the road. Clearly our snake buddy had a bad day in San Diego, but we didnt. It was 4:20 so we decided to take a break! We left the rest for snakie... He needed it more than we...After that we left and decided that we would go exploring,... we found a lake. Dont ask me where it was, somewhere in Ramona. Glistening in the sun. A picture perfect day. Did I mention what a great little town Ramona is... I love it! So beautiful...Nothing like the hustle and bustle of the city. Quite and lovely. A place where I could easily retire!


Ok so we finally arrive at Ma Tina's house. She is setting up for this massive party that is about to occur. I havent seen Ma since she moved down there. It has been quite a while, so you can imagine how excited I was to see her! She is doing great. She is in love with her Harley riding man, just look at the PahHead shit everywhere...(in the background)



I have always heard how women enjoy bike rides... I wouldn't know cause I have never been on a Harley before... Until today. Ok lemme just say "GUSH"... I have never had more fun. Now I want a bike of my own...But Harley will have to come up with a Harley prophylactic for my bike! That shit is fun!
To make a long story longer, we had a blast, (listening to the band play, drinking, and eating a ginormous bbq) until it was time to leave...
Ok it is Monday morn and we jump on the road about 4am. Just to make sure that we can make it to work by 7am. 3 hrs should have been enough time to make it back to OC right? Fuck no! We broke down in the middle of the morning (pitch black outside) in the fucking middle of no where. Do you think there are a lot of people out and about at this time?, um NO. Do you think in the mountains we had great cell phone reception?, NO. So tell me what the fuck you think we did until it got light? 2 hrs later?, nothing. We listened to the coyotes howling all around us. That was creepy! We listened to Mitch Hedberg and tried to make the best of the worst sisuation...It wasnt until it started getting light that cars started driving by. At this point I was almost a speed bump trying to get anyone to stop to help...Those people must have thought I was a freak...Maybe that's why no one stopped.
No good samaritans in Ramona, San Diego at 6 am in the middle of the 67 freeway.. To be expected I suppose...
We inevitably didnt make it to work that day. That is not a suprise...But we finally made it back with a great story to tell. And here you sit reading it, how about them apples huh?

Saturday, March 29, 2008

What all women get to look forward to...

Oh Girl, this is what all women get tolook forward to...



I really like this video- I hate R&B but the words must be heard...It is halarious.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Lucid Enchantment



Lucid Enchantment


I know the way to Enchantment…….
and it isn’t very far away…..
I’ve seen its beauty in the moonlight…..
and in the resplendent light of day…….

I know the way to Enchantment…..
and I’ll take you there someday…….

A water in the desert, known only to a few…..
and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather show…….
than delightfully enchanting you…..

Few know the way to Enchantment…….
Fewer can get there when they know…….
But I know the way to Enchantment…..
and one day We’re going to go…….

©HP

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Sunday, March 23, 2008

What The Shit is going on?

What The Shit is going on? Why is the Easter Beagle looking to take a shit on my site? He has been looking for a while, like weeks. Is he constipated? Do we need to administer an enema? What the shit is going on? Pardon the Punn. All he does is wonder in circles and Im truly tired of staring at his asshole! But if I stare long enough maybe eggs will come out?

Look see for yourself-

Monday, March 17, 2008

Funniest Spam Message EVER

Fraudsters have been impersonating the Red Cross for ages... but Slovenia? AND WHAT FRACTURED PIDGIN LANGUAGE IS THIS SPAM USING?

Somebody has to fall for a pitch like this... but who? and How, for heaven's sake?
Blithering Idots, WTF?

Subject: Search of competitors

"Good time of day. You are disturbed by the charitable company Redd Cross of Slovenia. We have the business offer for you. We can offer to you of earnings, thus your salary will make from 1000$ to 2000$ per one month, at an incomplete working day. Your earnings can be and higher. The more and forces you will give time, the there will be your salary more.

If it is interesting to you, you write on the address of e-mail of our agent: manager_on_connections@yahoo.com he will contact you within 24 hours and will throw off to you all details, and will answer you on all your questions.

Thank you for attention Redd Cross of Slovenia!"

This cant be for real????

Flogging Molly's New Release "FLOAT"

Prior to forming Flogging Molly, Dave King was the vocalist for Fastway, a late 1980s – early 1990s heavy metal band, featuring guitarist “Fast” Eddie Clarke of Motörhead, and later an experimental metal band called Katmandu (1991), featuring Mandy Meyer of Krokus on guitars. Afterwards, Dave King retained a record deal with Epic records and began to work on a solo album, but began to reconsider his record deal when the label opposed his idea of bringing in traditional Irish instruments. King negotiated out of his record deal to go his own way musically soon after.
In the late nineties, King met former guitarist Ted Hutt, former bassist Jeff Peters, and fiddle player Bridget Regan. They wrote songs together such as Devils Dance Floor and Black Friday Rule, which was the beginning of Flogging Molly’s unique sound. Ted and Jeff left Flogging Molly because a prior band of theirs, Reach Around, received a record deal. Dave and Bridget then began to meet the new members one way or another, and band was slowly reformed, one by one.
They soon established a routine of playing every Monday night at an LA pub called Molly Malone’s. According to an interview with the Suicide Girls, then 17-year old Nathan Maxwell snuck into a show as a fan, and was later asked to join the band. They soon put out a live album, Alive Behind the Green Door in 1997. In an interview with Kerrang! magazine, King stated that the band’s name comes from the bar that faithfully supported the band from the very beginning, “We used to play there every Monday night and we felt like we were flogging it to death, so we called the band Flogging Molly.” They were signed onto SideOneDummy Records after a show when the record company’s owners attended a concert and noted their intensity.
With the amazing; Dave King on vocals, acoustic guitar, bodhrán, banjo, spoons~ Bridget Regan – fiddle, tin whistle, uilleann pipes, vocals~Dennis Casey – guitar, vocals~Matt Hensley – accordion, concertina~Nathen Maxwell – bass guitar, vocals~Bob Schmidt – mandolin, banjo, bouzouki, mandocello, octave vocals~George Schwindt – drums, percussion -Today the band if flourishing with a new release “Float“. This album is amazing! It’s funny I swear they wrote a song about my baby and me on this album. In any case Flogging Molly never ceases to amaze me. Truly this is one of the best bands of all time.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Ass Backwards

If crime doesn't pay does that mean that my job is a crime?

Why are there braille dots on a drive-through ATM keypad?

Why isn't 11 pronounced onety one?

Why is is that everyone gets mad at the people with road rage but no one gets mad at the people who cause the road rage?

Why does cleave mean both to adhere and separate?

Why do sick people have to walk to the back of the store to get their medication while healthy people can get their smokes in the front of the store?

Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?

Why do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight?

If you throw a cat out your car window does it become kitty litter?

Why don't psychics predict the winning lottery numbers and retire?

Why is the word for "a fear of long words" so long? (Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia)?

How is it possible to have a civil war?

Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to?

How do blind people know when they are done wiping their behinds?

How do people get discombobulated? Have you ever seen someone who was combobulated?

If you sued a parsley farmer could you garnish his wages?

Sean Fitzpatrick, but does Patrick fit Sean? - Ass Backwards








There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.-- Albert Einstein

Festering Whiney Vagitis

Tell me a story... ... ...

Almost died twice today... This is nothing new considering I drive on the fucked up streets of Orange County. I swear these people steal their licenses from the DMV and pretend to know what the hell they are doing. Idea; Get off the fucking cell phone, pull your head out of your ass, twaddle your twat on your own time- just get the fuck out of my way.

So I'm on my way to lunch; a CroMagnon Pre-Neanderthal human of sorts, you know the ones that you can't tell if they are female or male, decides to cut me off then slam on his/her brakes for no apparent reason. No there wasn't anyone in front of him/her ! Yes this scared the shit out of me and yes I think I peed my pants a little. . "Asshole" I scream. Waving my little birdy.
What I neglected to do was get a licence plate number so I can tell the world what a fucking lame he-she was!!

Just another self centered jerk on the road.

Speaking of jerks (second incident fast approaching) Can you believe that a brand new Mercedes just bought off the show room floor, don't come equipped with blinkers?
And did you know that corpes can drive? I didn't!

Now ponder this if you will; if I or you were to spend $50,000 or more on a car ( which if unfathomable to me) don't you think a blinker would be standard? Like a seat belt or a windshield or brakes? Then seriously WHAT THE FUCK?

Just another example of the incompetence I deal with on a daily basis. The car companies selling cars with no blinkers to dead people that don't have licences... Great!!

Yeah, a fucking blinker. If this isn't one of my pet peeves, so say the least!!!!!

So to all the Nazi's who own the road ( so you think). Holier than thou FUCKS!!!
If I had a chance I would knock you so far off your pedestal you would need a team of astronauts to recover you from orbit...you non blinker using, Mercedes (or any other car for that matter) driving,
decrepit, cant see over the steering wheel, my roids hurt, my phone call is more important that your life, I own the road so eat a dick, my truck is so big- I over compensate for my small cock, non insurance purchasing, people that don't seem to give a fuck, USE YOUR BLINKER!!!

Shit like this happens to me every day so I'm sure I will be telling all of you what happens to me tomorrow on the road.