Sunday, October 12, 2008

Ohhhhh, the Drrraaaammmmaaaa

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Remember dude I mentioned that wanted to be a Moonchild? I got that all wrong. He corrected me. Seems they weren't trying to be Moonchildren at all. Oh no, nothing so puerile, he assured me. No, these two geniuses were trying to start the Apocalypse!!! The end of the WORLD!!! For Serious.

Because, you know, they were bored.

Wait for it...

Wait for it....

Give me a fucking break! "I'm bored, let's end the world." Where's my clue by four? Of all the spoiled, self-centered, obnoxious, stupid, conceited, childish... no, not even childish, just damned bratty things I've ever seen... This takes the fucking cake. Hell, it takes the whole party.

We were talking on a list about how omnipotence would lead to boredom. I mentioned that when I get bored, I meditate on the axiom "Only boring people get bored." I also mentioned that any being that didn't have the power to have entertain themselves wasn't omnipotent.

This is a beautiful world, full of beautiful things and beautiful people, and it's a great awesome expanse of things to do. The world is your oyster. There's nothing you can imagine that you can't accomplish.

Want to throw fireballs? Kathy, physics major, wastewater engineer, and author of the "My Gal" blog has the trick. It involves explosives, spark plugs, and pumpkins. Cheating? Yeah, that's what I said, but frickin' fun.

Want to own your own island? Get a job, save money, get your credit fixed, buy cheap properties in the slummy parts of town, rent them out, use the rental as income to qualify for more loans, get more properties, sit on them for a while, and then sell them when you've got them all paid half off or so. Move to Florida. There are Keys that no one lives on. Build a house. Include a Hurricane Shelter. Don't forget a boat for supplies.

Want to be Donald Trump? Do what he did. Want to be a famous occult author like Jason Miller, Lon DuQuette, Sam Webster, or MacGregor Mathers? Do it. It's your life. You get what you work for. You start where you're at, you plan a path to what you want, and you do it. Fuck. It ain't rocket science.

"I'm Bored." Fuck you. Get some fucking balls. Grow the fuck up. The world ain't going to sit around and come up with things to entertain you, you self-centered piece of shit. Get off your ass and do something. Get a fucking job already. And brush your god damned teeth. Your breath fucking stinks.