If the goal is to be colloquial on social media, I believe I take the cheese… in spades. Or not. That didn’t make much sense, but it doesn’t necessarily have to. My friends and I still laugh at the G.I. Joe PSA’s by Fensler Films because much of the things they say are funny to us, and we don’t even know why. It isn’t a question of is it funny, it’s why, and we can’t even answer it. And these are some of the smartest men I know.
My point is, do something different, even just a little, you’re remembered for it, good or bad, as long as someone has a decent sense of humor. Or a strange one. Usually one and the same, actually.
Hint: sometimes, it’s just a generational gap, and sometimes, you have no sense of humor. Learn which, and lighten the Hell up. Here’s a clue; if you can’t make fun of your most sacred beliefs, you’re probably doing it wrong. Because, life ain’t that serious, you live, you die, and no one will know who you are in 100 years who really cares about you, or to put it another way as Ken Blanchard once did, life is something like Monopoly. Once the game is over all your properties go back in the box.
I digress. What I wanted to talk about is how things like Twitter have been used for news purposes. Not the complicated reasons how and why, but how it helps beat the enemy of the information superhighway, censorship.
Twitter is a business that governments use all the time. Think about that first. Then think that Ashton Kutcher has more followers than (probably) every senator in the United States put together. This is kinda sad, but at the same time, not so bad.
Let’s say the reincarnation of the enlightened Buddha decides to get on Twitter. The things he’d have to say!
Wait, oh shit. He already is. The Dalai Lama owns a Twitter account. So does the Pope. And my friend Anthony. And my mortal enemies. And thousands of hipsters. This kind of levels the playing field. You can get a direct message to these people… or not. An idependent user (or users) with a lot of books, fact-checking and networks can become a more reliable source of news than CNN. Not likely, but not outlandish.
I’d like to point out right now that there are aircraft controllers online at all times on flight simulator games. They take shifts. They do this for fun. You know, manage airports. Now that is kinda nuts. So Twitter-Action-News-Team-Delta-Freedom-Force doesn’t seem so outlandish to me now.
Imagine a completely unbiased news source, as naive as every professor ever has told me that is, but the ultimate goal, is preventing censorship. When facts are not allowed to disperse, when we become a nation of amateurs-acting-experts reading facts off a blog belonging to someone they agree with who may not have verified any of that, we have a real problem. We will suffer for it, as a nation, as a world, as a race.
Experts should make up the responding force of Twitter. Sometimes they do. As long as we can avoid the anonymous response typical of a typical online gamer, handle “CallOfMadden420”, we can build a nice little world for ourselves, I think.
You know, when I made this blog two years ago, it was because I wanted to lose weight to avoid looking like a basketball. In all honestly, I didn’t think of how many people I could be if I did actually become a basketball, but this fact has been glossed over for health reasons, just in case Shaquille O’Neil comes out of retirement and decides to throw a free throw on a court surrounded by deep-fryers.
I once again digress.
Well two years ago, my mind wasn’t made up. Maybe it was because it just wasn’t the cool thing to do, man, or maybe it was just because I wasn’t ready, or as I realized later, it was because I just hadn’t made up my damn mind. But now, after losing 9 lbs over two weeks and not really having any crazy cravings that I was having before (like when I stared at that piece of pizza in the fridge for 180 seconds, which is actually a really long fucking time, daring it to jump into my mouth), it seems not so hard anymore. I have a lot of things I want to do again. Like ride a roller coaster, play some football, rip a phone book in half, and maybe skydive while making a veggie pizza. Something along those lines. Go to a party and feel normal. Maybe get hit on once or twice. Cut the grass with my shirt off. Become a bear.
These are just the little things that add up and made me decide. Not think about. Not try. But do, but flip the switch from “broke” to “fixed”.
That’s all really. At least for now. Take it easy, friends. And remember, if someone burns your sheets after you sleep in your bed, you should maybe think about your life choices.
Still there’s one thing that comforts me,
Since I was always caged and now I’m free