The juice in my vapor is an aged bourbon with a hint of orange peel and vanilla and the ribbon wick candle burning in my cave is tobacco scented and my bandwidth went hunting for the weirdest corners of the web to surf; the figurative equivalent of surfing a tidal anomaly.
Haredawg is the new normal.
Either the entire world is conspiring to pull my leg or shit is getting wild and wooly out there y’all. I suppose those two don’t gotta be mutually exclusive, they might hafta me mutually inclusive, but … oh, no butt’s, seemed like there should be some butts but there aren’t. Not from me. My butt is secure and ready for transport, captain.
All the dying and being born shit that’s always going on is wild and wooly enough without fucking with people in-between stations. Facebook, Facebook is weird. I’m not talking about the folks who are trying to be weird, that’s tedious; I’m talking about the accidental weirdness. Facebook is to participatory democracy what SMS was to literacy. My first response is “Oh, Cool.” The second some version of “Forgive them father, they know not what they do” only less Jesus-y.
SMS got a whole generation back to writing words as a form of communication, except it went straight from Why-Johnny-Can’t-Read to LMFAO @ U 4 realz. Facebook now has a “Cause” for just about everything and if you click ‘like’ you don’t even need an opinion, your avatar will have one for you. Sure, you’re thinking ‘That Dawg is prone to hyperbole’ and yes, yes he is, doesn’t mean it ain’t so, the only reasonable response to a hypo-bolic world is hyperbole (Oh I crack me up, as far as I know I just made that shit up and it’s not only funny {not knee-slapping funny, but, you know …} but it’s demonstrative too).
I do have a desktop full of weird looking electronics filled with fabulous colored liquids of varying shades, viscosity and temperament, and still the oddest thing on my desktop is what’s on the computer screen at any given moment.
I’ve been considering RDA’s (rebuildable drip atomizers) and doing all sorts of research. It’s a bit like doing research on wine or cigars; if you can’t stand wine or cigars all those pretty words explaining how good they are don’t make it so. Except I can tell you the technical aspects of either one in a single sentence (e.g. Cigar; Take off the wrapper, cut the end that looks like it needs cutting, put that end in your mouth, light the other end with whatever form of fire you have and puff. Granted, given a full paragraph I can allow for preference and contingencies. Sort of like wine; Take the foil off, put the twisty part of the cork screw in the middle of the cork, screw, yank the cork out and pour the wine into your mouth or a cup or something).
RDA’s? Yeah, no, you need some serious tools, I mean they are rebuildable the way a car is rebuildable; most of us want the car to come pre-built and for the car to stay that way. Like rebuilding a car, rebuilding an atomizer is not cheaper, it’s more expensive by a long shot. It’s just got to be sheer gadgetry that drives people to those things. Sure the proponents talk them up but I’ve yet to hear one clear consistent message of why anything would taste better or even that it does.
Hmmm I seem to be following a track with my train of thought, Feels unnatural. I wonder if I can find some bacon and kitty litter juice?
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