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Journal Journal: A slow and painful Slashdot death

Slashdot is successfully killing the possibility for rational discussion amongst technically-minded people to occur. Its model is a vastly inferior medium for discourse than any other the web has thus far offered, with the exception of web logs (blogs are to the intellect as shit is to digestion -- read: no vitamin content, stop opining, the equivalent of shitting in ones own mouth!).

The idea is simple: We post a story, you all give your opinion, we post the next story, you all give your opinion, etc. The turnaround time is like watching Sesame Street, and it's having debilitating effects on peoples' attention spans. It kills the ability for people to engage in anything but very short, rather one-sided, rants about a given topic (this entry, case in point). No real research or knowledge is brought to the table. No depth is ever achieved in the conversations. People all democratically agree to disagree. No opinions need be risked proven wrong.

This outlines the real practical effect of the internet itself, which is the total global domination of the idiotic democratic ideology. The result is a global dumbing-down of the population, as the dissemination of opinion by sheer volume crushes and buries any villages of actual knowledge and true information.

No wonder countries want to regulate it. Perhaps, for some of them, they're attempting to regulate the influence of today's decapitated, disease-like idea of democracy.

Anyway, I could keep ranting. I'm in a ranting mood, but I'm tired. And I've probably ranted enough for one day...

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Journal Journal: Question of Culture

Regarding my previous journal entry (admittedly, a harsh one), I've come about a new explanation for the state of teenagers in Canada that, while it doesn't excuse their melodrama and self-pity, might help explain it better (and we all know understanding is the first step to solving a problem). The idea is that young Canadians, moreso than even Americans, have lost their sense of culture.

Canadians pride themselves on their ability to preserve our cultures in a way that America wasn't able to. In defense of America, Canada is a much younger country, and has had an older brother down south to observe and learn from their mistakes. Canadians call themselves (ourselves, I'm Canadian -- but my name is not Joe, and I don't live in an Igloo, sorry :)) a "cultural trail-mix", as opposed to the term "cultural melting-pot" that we use to refer to America. But I see the younger generations letting this cultural protection slip (not all of us, but a large percentage). I said "moreso than even Americans" earlier, because I see many Americans who have accepted a new, very nationalistic pride as a substitute for whatever culture they had before.

Culture is something we can identify with and feel a part of. Culture doesn't define us as individuals, but it is an undeniable influence, and to not have it or to reject its influence is very destructive. As the saying goes "you don't know where you're going unless you know where you came from", maybe a different meaning and a more active approach can be made to the concept of "finding ones self". This would mean that finding yourself would be a matter of learning your culture and your history.

Now I'm not saying that hippies smoking pot and sitting in the grass all day might be on to something, but the same term they apply as an excuse could perhaps be redefined to become an effort to reunite ourselves with our histories and our cultures (being that there is more than one history to Canada, and often more than one culture to an individual Canadian).

So instead of taking American media to heart and embracing that as our new culture, effectively seeking to redefine ourselves in the image of another nation and acting in much the same way as a younger sibling would, let's try to be conscious of that influence and to reestablish historical influences that can help get us up to speed on understanding ourselves and where we're headed.

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Journal Journal: To all the hippies...

To all the hippies out there who are busy "finding themselves":

You won't find nothing but shit with your head up your ass.

Sorry for the harshness, but I've just been hearing more and more twinkies (late-teenager/early-twentysomethinger, a term my mom coined recently) talking about "finding themselves" like they're on some huge personal mission, which really only consists of sitting around and smoking weed.

My personal view of it (having never "lost" myself to begin with) is that if you have lost yourself (in a bad way) already, you probably should just start over from scratch. Game over. Hand over the controller and take the game off 'pause' so the real players can keep going.

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Journal Journal: Muscleman

I realized a good way to occupy yourself mentally when you're on one of those crazy running machines at the YMCA or whatever gym you go to (or don't): Pretend you're in a video game! It's perfect. The people around you are all innocent bystanders, you've got the bad but energetic music in the background, and the running machine (your space pod) provides you with an entire screen of stats, and a clock.

Or you could just stare at the hotties as they walk by... :)

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Journal Journal: Economy-sized toilet bowls

You know what I hate more than anything? I was weighing it out, and economy-sized toilet bowls were winning by far (you know the ones that are small enough that the tip of your dick touches the water?!), then a winner came out of left field and took the cup: Economy-sized urinal stalls! You know, the ones that are just big enough to qualify as a stall, but not deep enough to catch the spray when your piss hits the backside of them?! Jesus Christ, there's nothing worse than having to hold back while you piss, for fear of the spray getting all over your pantlegs. Once it actually did, at the movies. There I was with speckles of piss all over the thighs of my pants, walking out of the washroom, pissed as hell (no pun intended).

Oh, and couldn't they have chosen another name for urinal cakes than urinal CAKES?! Cake is such a good thing to taint with the word urine. Even urinal pies isn't that bad. That's it, I'm going to market urinal pies! Benefit: thinner and (slightly) cheaper. Although, the downside is you can't shove a candle in one of them and sing Happy Birthday...

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Journal Journal: B-Day

Happy Birthday to me.

I'm going back to sleep now.

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Journal Journal: 2-ply

If the day ever comes that I get to make managerial decisions, specifically regarding office supplies, the first change I'll make is to invest in 2-ply toilet paper for the bathrooms. Not because I'd care about my employees, but because when I sit down to take a shit, I'd rather not have to use half a roll or risk wiping my ass with my bare hand.

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