Teh Webz

Google something, anything. Go ahead, I'll wait.



Odds are that whatever you searched for, you got at least a few hits on it. Whether it be a Wiki page, IDMb, amazon, etc. The point is it's there. Virtually anything that you want to look for (real or no) exists on the web and it didn't get there by itself. Just search for Reptilian Illuminati conspiracies. Example here.



Whether you like it or not, or agree with it, it takes people and their time to contribute these things. Remember angelfire? Everyone had a page of some sorts there; be it pictures of your cat/s, recipes, whatever. Need a quick recipe for shortbread cookies? Done. Maybe you want to check out the greatest band in the world, Oryn? The point is that all those terrible/awesome sites made up the collective internet (and still hang out in the digital version of the 'other side of the tracks').



Social Media has made it that much easier for us to do exactly what we were trying to do back in the angelfire days, and with no effort. We have digressed into posting EVERYTHING we do, and unless you have already moved to your post-apocalyptic zombie bunker, you see stuff like this all the time:

Seriously, who cares?

This mundane drivel is as healthy for the internet as a Double Quarter Pounder is for your heart. 

So the next time you go to post about how bored you are or your dog just did the funniest thing, remember that if it were you reading it you would probably classify it just slightly above drying paint on the 'give-a-rat's-ass-o-meter'. Posting on the internet should be about quality, not quantity.

Bees in my Head

Depression sucks. It sucks because you are aware of it as it's going on and seemingly helpless towards it; because you feel like you are letting those around you down; because no one takes you serious about being depressed, etc. Either you can relate or you can't, but take my word for it, IT SUCKS.

I was let go at work 6 weeks or so ago and until very recently (i.e most of yesterday and today, so far) have been in an extremely down/manic state. I have been awful to be around and it only makes it worse to be sitting in the passenger seat in the vehicle of my own emotions. The bugger of the whole depression thing is that generally the only way to get out of it is to just get over it. Sounds crazy, I know, but that's just part of the fun, right? It's like asking a rich person how to swim Scrooge McDuck style in money and them saying "If you're tired of being poor, make more money."

When we're broke, depressed or whatever is bringing us down it's very easy to get hung up on the how part of fixing it, but on a scale of one to ten on the priority of fixing things it scores just above whether or not anyone notices you wearing the same pair of jeans three days in a row. Just start changing things and the stagnation of depression is quickly alleviated.

This is my place for change, for discussion, for everything BUT suppression of the bees in my head. That incessant buzzing of ideas, thoughts, and emotions that hang out up there.

Feel free to hang around.