Who was the Time “Person of the Year” in 2006? You’ll never believe it, no, you wouldn’t believe it if I told you, it was you (this is for real, not a “joke”).
How quaint? “You control the Information Age. Welcome to your world.” Who the fuck writes shit like this. Who the fuck believes it. Many do. Writing about holidays in the sun and polka dot bikinis.
No one cares about what you have to say.
You must have realised, after writing over 4,458 posts, and amassing 350 comments and 580,876 views, and 7.5 million page impressions, after building your pathetic “brand online“, you are #1 with a bullet in Technorati, you earn £0.53 a day from Google Adwords. What a success story you are.
You have a Page Rank of 4!
Well done, but guess what. Nothing you do ONLINE will ever make a difference. Turn it off, if you want to be noticed, go have a crap in the middle of the street, that works (you’ld be about £0.53p a day worse off though).
Regular visitors (hi T and C) will know about the LOVEFiLM story, but just a little update on these ass-fucks.
Today I got a really chirpy email from LOVEFiLM trying to sell me more shit (I have, by now, of course cancelled my account). It’s unsolicited email as far as I’m concerned, surely, when I cancelled my account, they should have stopped sending me emails?
Anyway, I know these guys are complete fuck-wanks. So, okay, I’ll unsubscribe…. ah ha here it is:
To unsubscribe from further LOVEFiLM promotions and offers,please email us at
firstname.lastname@example.org. You may also submit a written request via UK postal mail to: LOVEFiLM, Freepost NAT5978, London NW10 6BR. Upon receipt, unsubscriber requests will be processed within 10 business days.
No problemo, I’ll send them an email. Wait for it…..
The following recipient(s) could not be reached:
email@example.com on 30/05/2007 10:45
The e-mail account does not exist at the organization this message was sent to.
Check the e-mail address, or contact the recipient directly to find out the correct address.
These guys really, really, really are funny fuckers.
Although, as a policy I’m not supposed to write about me per se or what I’ve been up to. Let me just kick this off by saying I just finished reading American Pastoral, by Phillip Roth. What a book. There are enough ideas in there to fill a lifetime. And some really good ones too.
Anyway. That’s what I’ve been up to.
To change or not to change. The rites of spring, and the fear of change. Is it fear or change that you are afraid of. Some people (let’s call them optimists) proclaim “Change is good”. Others, let’s call them pessimists swear that “Change is bad”.
There is no great wisdom in either philosophy, but it is worth, recognising which camp you belong to.
That’s from Thomas Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow (1973). If it was true then, it is even truer now.
The fact is the current US President is insane but he does not act alone, he acts on behalf of America and it’s citizens. That America can no longer be considered a force for good under his directorship, is a cause for real concern. Certainly, it is the misguided actions of this man and his administration that has left this generation of under 40’s bewildered, bitter, cynical, apathetic and distrustful.
This is not to diminish the seriousness of bygone problems (apartheid, nuclear arms, et al), but today, we are faced with something equally fiendish. The problem is that our society and our governments are morally corrupt. They are puppets of fundamentalism (Christian) and commerce.
Our enemy is not some foreign ideology or totalitarian regime, our enemy is on the streets of our towns and cities: in every cup of coffee, in every can of soda, in every sugar-coated candied jelly tot, and uber-hi-tech iGadget that you buy. The enemy lies within. We live for it, we desire it, we want it. Even Lucifer didn’t have it this easy.
Our freedom has been abused and it has been corrupted, we have been tricked into wanting things we do not need, and hating that which we have no need to hate.
However, while we are still free to write and think, talk and fuck, while we can scream and etch our names in park benches, flesh and hearts, there is hope.
Read. Write. Talk. More.