Acoustal Tunes

For the first time, I left a comment on the Facebook. Twice, actually. A few minutes ago my mother came down the stairs (I just rolled my eyes at myself there. Shit.) and asked me if I'd be my grandmother's friend on Facebook. My answer was that I'd have to think about it for a few weeks.

See, my grandmother is one of the problems I have with the social media stuff. It's not that she's part of it because I think it's great she's part of it and enjoys commenting on stuff 'n such. The problem is that she friends everyone. You own a kind of a dog she likes? She'll friend you. You enjoy extra butter on your popcorn? Friend. You want to pay less taxes? Obviously friend material.

So, lots of friends that she shares so many interests with. So many.

Oh, and then she goes around bragging about how she's friends with a guy in India. Good friends, apparently, because they both like dogs.

That just bothers me.

I know that people who are more extroverted (like everyone) will have more friends than me, but it seems to me that the idea of what a friend is is losing its meaning.

Am I the only one who worries about that sort of thing? Words losing their meanings because we use them in vague, sort of similar way to what they originally meant?

What I'm trying to say is that if I just went out on a thing like Facebook and had a thousand or so friends that I didn't know, didn't write, even blocked their updates, what does it mean when I call someone I know and like and talk with a friend? Does it mean anything at all?

"One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives."

---Euripides

I just added some people to my Facebook and disregarded a whole lot of others. I feel like I'm a dick.

Okay, I know I'm a dick, but this whole social media thing feels like it's built up of everyone just "friending" everyone who asks. I'm going to do my best to just massively limit myself. Most people won't care what I do anyway. Right?

Fuck. I hate so many things right now that go beyond the usual.

la laa laaa

I am still around.
This morning there was
snow upon the ground.

Last week I saw Thor.
It was a bit of
fun, but not much more.

Just to have a look
I re-failed at life
and rejoined Facebook.

My five "friends" are
family, and for now
that's where I set the bar.

Dead or Dying

I moved my MySpace bile blogs over here because I'm killing my account there. I'm also killing my Friendster account and my Facebook account.

In time, I may rejoin one or all of them, but that won't happen until I actually think there's a use for them.

From My MySpace Blog

It's been a long time since such a thing has crossed my path. The stuff in the blockquotes came as a bulletin titled "I had this girl".

I'm the girl who will put her head on your shoulder, not because I'm sleepy, but because I want to be closer to you...

And because you're warm and I'm cold and you really should have noticed on your own and given me your sweatshirt so I wouldn't be so cold anymore.

I'm the girl who likes to be kissed in the rain, more than in an expensive resturant...

Because in the restaurant I'll be eating only a tiny bit of the food I ordered so you don't think I'm a pig and I also won't feel guilty for ordering the most expensive thing. Sure, I'll take the foil swan of leftovers home, but if you don't eat it, I'll just "forget" about it.

I'm the girl who says, "Okay, but you owe me..." jokingly. Not because I actually want something, but because it means I get to spend more time with you and I care...

Also, you fucking owe me and I'll be sure to remind you of how I've never made you pay me back for it every single time I want something from you.

I'm the girl you can take absolutely anywhere and I will have fun because it means I am spending time with you...

Except, I don't want to go most of the places you want to go, so we'll be going to the places I want to go. And if you think it's unfair or your not having fun or your whining, I'll remind you of that time I told you that you owe me, but I never called you on it, even though I could have so many times before.

I'm the girl who is incredibly picky, but when I find someone I like I want to spend the whole night curled up in their arms...

And I promise that some of those nights, you'll be that someone.

I'm the girl who never forgets all the sweet little things you do for me...

But I won't ever bring them up. And if you ever thing of talking about them to me, I'll start talking about all the times you screwed up, and, trust me, there are more screw ups than sweet little things.

I'm the girl who once I let you into my heart, there's always a place there with your name on it. And even if we spend time apart, I'm the girl who never forgets you..

And I'll remind every single guy I'm with after you of just how great you were and how they just can't compare in the slightest. That way, they'll come to resent you more than me. :)

I'm the girl who loves to end a hug with a kiss..

It's a great way to distract you and if I get a little grabby, even better.

I'm the girl who you can talk to about anything..

And the next time I go out with my friends, they'll hear all about it.

I'm the girl who laughs at your jokes...

Even though their not funny, that way you won't ever notice how unsure I am about where this relationship is going and if I want to stick around and who's going to end it first because I don't want to be the bitch in this situation.

I'm the girl who will brag about you to all of my friends...

Especially when we get into a who-has-the-worst-guy-a-thon.

I'm the girl who will always listen to you talk...

Well, I'll pretend to listen. In my head I'm really listing the things I need to get ready for tomorrow and trying to figure out who I want to go out with this weekend.

I'm the girl who loves it when you hug me for no apparent reason...

I'll let you know when it is not okay to hug me for no apparent reason, but if you don't know on your own when it is okay, then we may have a problem.

I'm the girl who loves it when you hug me from behind

Except when you get grabby and I'm not in the mood or there isn't anyone around that we can make jealous.

or kiss me on the forehead...

Just like Daddy does.

I'm the girl who loves the feeling when you take me by the hand without saying a word...

Unless it's at the wrong time, but I won't tell you that you were wrong until a few days later when I can really get things off my chest.

I'm the girl who loves you and accepts you for you, and doesn't care what other people say...

Except, of course, for the things you do that I don't like you doing. As long as you're a good boy, though, and change for me in the ways my friends suggest, I don't care what other people say and I'll love you for who I want you to be.

SWEET HEARTED GIRLS : If you are this girl repost this saying "I'm the girl"

DUDES: If you want this girl repost "I want this Girl"

LUCKY GUYS: repost "I have this girl"

UNLUCKY GUYS: repost "I had this girl"

HORRIBLE HARPIES: If you think guys should want real women repost this saying "Get a Fucking Life, Assholes"

REGULAR GUYS: repost "I Just Want to Get Laid"

From My MySpace Blog

Six

A year ago, a friend wrote a great blog post called "Can I clarify?"

When I read this bulletin I knew I had to do the something similar.

It was titled "Girls take a look"

you might agree with it, but when it actually happens 99% of girls dont realize it 'til it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice.

Unless the two of you are having sex on a semi-regular basis, then he's not going to move on... unless he found someone with bigger tits.

From a guys point of view:

We don't care if you talk to other guys.

It all depends on the situation. I'm not a fan of a woman talking to (or about) another guy (or a woman) during foreplay, or sex, or other private moments. I'm sure she doesn't want me talking to another woman at those times.

Of course, If I'm not bumping uglies with her, she can talk to other guys all she wants.

We don't care if you're friends with other guys.

Unless we're dating and the other guy is a friend with "benefits."

But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.

Again, are we dating? If we aren't I'm not that much of a whiner. Leave me with Mario Kart and I'm good.

It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.

See above.

We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.

I won't be too concerned, mostly I'll panic from the shock of being woken up at 2 AM from a comfortable deep sleep the too loud ring of the phone. After the panic, I'll be sleepy.

Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.

Except a friend being stranded on the highway with a dead car, or the death of a loved one, or a fire, you know, things that are important anytime of the day no matter what.

Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/stunning, we freaking mean it.

Unless we're running late and we want you to get moving. Or if we're trying to avoid an argument that there's no way to win. We'll tell you anything we thing you want to hear to do either of those things.

Don't tell us we're wrong.

Unless we really are because even though some of us may not like to be told we're wrong but when we are we should be told because most of us like being an asshole less than we like being told we're wrong.

Or is this about us telling you that you look nice? If it is, then don't tell us because we don't want to be late/don't want to have a fight.

We'll stop trying to convince you.

This must be about the looks thing. And it's a lie. As long as we think we're running late because of you're dress or hair or make-up, we'll keep telling you that you look great.

The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.
Yeah, you can quote me.

I swear, it was your confidence I noticed across the room, not curve of your leg or the bounce of you bosom. It was your confidence!

Why don't you believe me?

Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take advantage of the mood i'm in.

Can we cross out that second sentence and fill its place with "I'm trying to impress you because I'm hoping it'll increase the likelihood of sex with you tonight."?

However, if you see us holding the door open for some random person going in or coming out, then maybe the new sentence isn't quite right. Still, the hope for sex is there.

let us pay for you!dont "feel bad"

We enjoy doing it.

It's expected.

Smile and say "thank you."

Are we just friends? If so, you're probably going to be paying for yourself, unless it's a gift or I won the lottery or something like that.

If we're dating and my paying upsets you though, don't just smile and say, "thank you," because closing off the lines of communication and holding in a bad feeling toward me is the best way to start a healthy relationship.

Kiss us when no one's watching.

Not if I'm eating, though. I'll share off my plate, but I'm not a bird; I don't share my meal with you from my mouth.

If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be even more impressed.

Because all we want to do is show the world that we bagged some chick and try to convince everyone that we may be having sex tonight and aren't all the other people out there jealous yet!

You don't have to get dressed up for us.

Because sweat pants are easier for us to pull off. Complicated underwear may be sexy to look at, but going from full mast to half mast as we're trying to get you out of the underwear can't make you feel any better than it makes us feel.

If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.

Lies! See that thing I wrote about trying to impress the world a couple of quotes ago.

We like you for who you are and not what you are.

I swear, baby, it was your confidence that attracted me to you!

honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up

Because, frankly, we don't want high maintenance women. They cost too much.

(A preamble and a question: The boxer thing has always seemed strange to me. I don't get it. Am I supposed to feel all sexy when I wear the shorts next because I know girl parts have rubbed up against where my boy parts are currently rubbing?)

Don't take everything we say seriously.

Because you know, we're all jokers and are frightened of meaningful conversations about the "War on Terror" and politics and the latest theatrical interpretation of Hamlet.

Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

Yeah, right. (This is where I'd be rolling my eyes, if you could see me.)

Don't get angry easily.

We'll probably just blame it on PMS and then every time you get angry we'll do our best to ignore it because it's just PMS.

Stop using magazines/media as your bible.

The Bible is The Bible and even though we're having pre-martial sex it's still the Word of God and all those magazines totally ignore the story of that guy from the place where the terrorists live now. You know the guy. He did the thing that was really important. For the people. He was a son, or something. I think he liked animals. You know the guy.

Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.

And I'm too insecure about myself to not get defensive and moody when you talk about guys you'll never meet and aren't dating.

PS I'll probably snicker when you say Chesnutt. It's just my way.

Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"

I've never seen the word '"handsome"/"beautiful"' I think it was just made up here and now. How special!

I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted mewith "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/stud/cutie/sexy" or whatever else you can think of.

Actually, I'd rather you use my name. Some word that gets used so often in ways that make little sense isn't who I am. And I promise not to call you "sweet cheeks," okay?

on the other hand im not sayin i wouldnt like it ether ; )

Because I need that reassurance from you. I'm that insecure.

Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change. ditch his sorry, disgrace to the male population ass and find someone who will treat you with utter respect

Because all women should be put on a pedestal to be viewed and treated like trinkets. They're not people, after all.

Someone who will honor your morals.

Even though you bible is, apparently, "magazines/media."

Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.

Rather than listen to you and help you through what's going on he should distract you so you think he cares.

Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.

Because, you know, most people are afraid of your mistakes and they don't like you when you make them.

Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.

Even if you make them feel like an utterly worthless piece of fat that the dog won't even eat it.

Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you"...and actually mean it.

As opposed to the moments when he gives you're hand a reassuring squeeze before you go off for an interview or something else you may be nervous. Or the time's he give you a back or foot rub when you don't ask for one. Because you're so insecure you need to hear the words to actually believe he loves you.

Give the nice guys a chance

They deserve nookie, too.

Guys repost this if you agree

Girls repost this if you think it's cute

Or repost this if you feel like clogging the bulletins with the more useless crap.

Every guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this

I guess that means I'm not a jerk.

I did repost it.

*Holdin Hands
Girls : If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.
Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.

I'm not grabbing sticky hands. And clammy hands are pretty bad, too.

*Cuddling
Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold
Guys : Automatically move closer to her.

Um, if you tell me you're cold, I'll get you a blanket or a coat to warm you up. I'm just dense that way. If you want to cuddle, either tell me or start cuddling, hopefully I'll catch on.

*Movies
Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder
Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.

If we're at the theater, I want to watch the movie. I paid the money to see it and I do my best not to see crap movies in the theater.

Also, If I put my arm around you in a movie theater, it's probably because I'm cold and I want some of your body heat because I gave you my coat when you said you were cold but really wanted to cuddle.

*Loving each other
Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.

Because nothing says "I love you" like actually saying the words!

*Laying below the stars
Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat
Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.

If her head is on my chest, how can I whisper in her ear? And if she's listening to my heart beat, how can she hear what I whisper when I figure out how to get down there? And what if my heart beat isn't steady? What then?!

By 12 am tonight your one true love will realize how much they want you.

It won't help if she lives in Europe and doesn't know my name, though, will it.

repost as: guys point of view

Ummm, how about I just call it Six? It is the next one in a series, after all.

From My MySpace Blog

Five

Been a while since anything this stupid has come through my bulletins, but this one is really stupid.

I give you, as it was titled in my bulletins, "I would never"

Girl: I was at my grandmothers helping her around the house

Boy: Why didnt you ###### call me?

Girl: Baby Im sorry i lost track of time

Boy: Not as sorry as your going to be bitch
the boy grabs her by the hair and slams her to the ground

Girl: Please baby stop im sorry

Boy: Kicks her in the face and then the ribs and says I called your ###### grandmothers house you were not ###### there you lying peice of ####

Girl: Wait stop please let me...

Boy: Steps on her throat and says Shut the #### up bitch. Get's over the top of her and starts to rape her.

Girl: No baby please Stop please

Boy: I said shut the #### up and he spit in her face. He then pins her down with her hands above her head, and he penatrates her

Girl: Please stop your hurting me please. She starts to screem and tries to get away

Boy: Bitch if you don't shut up i sware to god ill kill you after a few minutes he finishes and removes the rest of her clothes and pushes her out in the snow, saying stay away from here you nasty bitch.

Girl: Crying and sobbing she takes out a Rolex watch and says today is christmas i was just getting your gift. She gets in her car,
she gets home and takes a long shower....

Two months later she goes to apply for a job and has to take a drug test. The boss comes out and says i have news for you your not on drugs, but you are pregnant. The girl begins to cry and drives home she decides to call the boy but, he doesn't answer.......

6 months later she is almost nine months pregnant and the phone rings its the boy

Girl: I missed you so much i have news for you im pregnant and its your baby!

Boy: Really well................................. Look you nasty bitch that is not my baby get the #### over me i hate your guts you are a nasty ##### #### you never call me again... ohh yeah, and i never loved you, you were just another piece of ass. The boy hangs up.

Girl: I think its finally over she calls her mom....

Mom: Hi Baby. How are you?

Girl: Im fine how are you?

Mom: Good

Girl: Mom I was callin you to tell you that i love you okay

Mom: I love you to baby. Do you think you are coming over today?

Girl: Nah i think im just going to take a long nap

Mom: Okay, bye then baby, sleep tight

Girl: I will mom goodnight. Hangs up.

Mom realizes its only nine am and has a bad feeling she drives over to her daughters house opens the door and see's her daughter hanging from the ceiling fan, her wrists are cut and shes not breathing she is rushed to the hospital. The baby is saved......
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15 years later the baby, all grown now, kills her father, the man that conceived her and raped her mother and then kills herself.

If you have a heart then repost this for guys repost this (I would never) Girl repost this (I hate boys like this)

Where to start? Where to start?

I know: formatting. When trying to write something that looks like a script, remember that you have to set the actions off from the dialog. So, when I read, "Boy: I said shut the #### up and he spit in her face. He then pins her down with her hands above her head, and he penatrates her" or "Boy: Steps on her throat and says Shut the #### up bitch. Get's over the top of her and starts to rape her." I shouldn't be reading it like Boy actually says, "He then pins her down with her hands above her head, and he penetrates her." Because, and I know this from experience, people rarely narrate their own lives and when they do, the general population uses it's pressure system to rid the person of this aberrant behavior. Besides, announcing to the person you're about to rape as you rape them is unhelpful. I'm sure she knows what going on. Especially after getting her throat stepped on.

Second, why is this being passed around? Is it supposed to make guys look better than Boy in this story or is it to suggest that all the women are as weak as Girl is? I think you'd have to look pretty hard to find a male out there who doesn't look better in comparison to Boy. I've yet to meet any who yell, stomp throats, and rape because he didn't get a phone call. So, guys out there, if you don't get that phone call choose only to yell and rape, because you're still better than Boy.

Girl on the other hand is a pretty weak member of the female population. Sure, I don't know her back story. Maybe she's always raped by Boy, but then why would she still fight him? Hell, why would she still be with him? And then she finds out she's pregnant and she's sad because she doesn't hear from him and continues to go on, but when he tells her he didn't ever love her she kills herself? Didn't the raping, throat stomping, and being thrown out into the snow, naked, prove he didn't love her? Shit!

Third, don't anyone out there be afraid of the word "fuck." Especially when you're writing a story about an angry buy beating and raping and hating his girlfriend. Writing "####" instead of "fuck" makes it even more childish than it already is.

Also, it's okay to write "shit," too. You're already using "fuck" why not go for all the words on Carlin's list?

Fourth, WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT TO ALL THIS!? If I repost it with the heading "I would never" is that supposed to make women feel safer around me. If I have to sign a fucking pledge promising that I won't stomp a woman's throat, kick her in the chest, rape her, and throw her out into the snow this world is more fucked up than I already think it is. And if you want me to sign the pledge, I promise I'll be out of there so fast it'll be like I wasn't there in the first place.

And finally, why the hell is this even being passed around MySpace? Is it making all of those kicked, stomped, raped, suicidal victims feel better knowing this story is out there? FUCK!

From My MySpace Blog

Four

I got another bullshit bulliten:

WHY AGE DOESNT MATTER!!

[1.] Age is nothing but a number.
[2.] You fall in love wit a person for who they are not their age.
[3.] Age doesn't describe who you are.
[4.] Love isn't a certain age.
[5.] You can't really control who you fall in love with cause their age is the last thing on your mind [[cause when your in love you don't think]]
[6.] If you still think age is important, Romeo was 17 and Juliet was 14.

[1.] Age is more than a number: it's the way you feel. I may be 27 according to my bio on the front page of this MySpace thing, but I sure don't feel that age. I feel 65. That's just me; maybe you feel younger than your age. I don't really care.
[2.] First, it's "with" not "wit." Wit is either something to do with a person's intelligence/sense of humor or it's a wonderful play/movie, depending on how you see it. Second, we hope love has nothing to do with age (Of course there's NAMBLA, but we want to ignore that, right?), but love is rarely a problem between people. Lust is the problem and most people lust after certain ages. (Once again, there's NAMBLA.)
[3.] Yeah, it does, more and more. Once upon a time, there were three groups: babies, children and adults. Eventually, there came to be six groups: babies, toddlers, children, teenagers, adults, and seniors. Today there are too many to list, but I'll do my best: babies, toddlers, preschoolers, school-agers, pre-tweens, tweens (AKA middle schoolers), pre-driving teens, teens, college age, drinking age, post-college age, semi-adult, adult, early middle age, middle age, late middle age, pre-retirement age, retirement age, senior, and so-fucking-old-why-aren't-you-dead-yet age. It seems to me that the longer we go on, the more we try to label age groups with labels that seem more specific, but the less people there are who actually fit the description, but they try to fit it anyway.
[4.] "Love is timeless," right? Wrong. Love comes and goes. It growes and fades. Sometimes it lasts for a while; sometimes it's over in less than a day. Deal with it.
[5.] Okay, this one makes me think the whole thing was written by a member of NAMBLA or it was written by Brian Doyle. Creepy.
[6.] Romeo and Juliet are fiction! Up until the 1960s film, they were always played by people in their twenties or older. Maybe back in the 1600s Juliet was played by someone under the age of sixteen, but she was played by a guy (GASP!). PS if you think Romeo and Juliet is about love, you're fucking fooling yourself.

Damnit, wake up to the bullshit being thrown around this place. Don't send it as a bulletin just because you want it to be true. Don't send it around just because you're one of the younger people who feel "trapped" because you can't do all the stuff you see your "heroes" do on TV. Eventually, as long as you don't do something too stupid, you'll get there and discover that it's all pretty overrated, no matter what it looks like on the idiot box.

From My MySpace Blog

Three

Can I turn off the Bulletins thing here on MySpace? I keep getting crap ones. Things that don't make sense or that I had e-mailed to me four years ago or that I saw as a meme on a blog in the past couple of years. Unless it's actually about some event happening in the future, I've probably already seen it.

(Oh, and I'm not picking on any particular bulleteer. (I made that word up, use it as you please.) I just thought I should say that.)

Today I got one entitled "the hardest thing," which reads:

THE


HARDEST


THING


YOU


WILL


EVER


HAVE


TO


DO


IS


WATCH


THE


ONE


YOU


LOVE,


LOVE


SOMEONE


ELSE.




IF YOU BELIEVE THIS IS


TRUE

RE-POST THIS

I'm here to tell you people, that's not the hardest thing. I've done it. I got over it.

I think something harder would be for me to be tied down and have fire ants slowly eat my honey covered penis while I'm forced to watch (you know, like that thing Alex is put in in A Clockwork Orange).

If you want harder relationship wise thing how about confessing your love to a person, who you thought was your friend, and being shot down, publicly and loudly. Where things like, "Why would I ever consider you, your disgusting." or "I'd rather have my temperature taken up the ass than ever touch you." are said. I'd say that's harder.

There seems to be a lot of relationship "truths" passed around on MySpace, and I guarantee you that they aren't. Check this post at Just Let Me Read. She's female, so I think that makes her a credible source.

I guess it's not just relationship "truths" passed around, but lots of generalizations. People, if we were all those generalizations, we'd suck. We'd be like the Purple Pandas before Lady Elaine showed them how much better it is to be an individual.

PS A good individual doesn't repost something just because the message says to. A good individual should consider whether other good individuals will find the message funny, enlightening, or facinating before reposting. A good individual will think for his or herself and won't let a line at the bottom of the message do his or her thinking for him or her.