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Name: Oz
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Metro: Cincinnati
Birthday: 1/18/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: Philosophical Quantum-Metapsychophysics and making up new words.
Expertise: Philosophical Quantum-Metapsychophysics. Being an ass is right up there as well.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Legal
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Website: visit my website
AIM:  ozqlinzxii
Member Since:
11/9/2003
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| The moon landing was faked. That's right, me, the science guy, knower of all there is to know about space and shit that's out of this world has come to the conclusion that millions of other scientists, Myth Busters as well as Glenn Beck are wrong to say that on July 20, 1969 a human being set foot on another world. That's right guys, it's all a hoax. Probably the most elaborate ever pulled off, to be completely honest, but a hoax none the less. Now. I'm not going to sit here and argue little points that are of no real value like the flag waving in an airless environment, or the double shadow in a picture of Mr. Armstrong, not even the fact that in a pitch black sky there isn't a star visible. No, I'm not here to argue about these well established 'facts' that are inexplicable (tho they have been explained repeatedly) but about the reason the moon landing was faked. I mean, we all know that there was this little cold war going on at the time and that at any second, Russia could have blown up the world and we would have been innocent victims here in the lowliest of military super-powers and the government was looking for a way to show up Russia's monkey in space and what not. However, what people fail to realize is that for all you suckers who thought it was real, you could have gotten robbed.
That's right kids, while you were watching your nine inch black and white Zenith with the radio turned on so you didn't get as much static, some one was probably stealing your wallet. And, yes, this is why Bush wanted to go back to the moon and then on to Mars. People have more money now days. If every one is watching the TV at a given time, they won't notice SS agents going into their purses and wallets. And that, my friends, unlike switching TV from analog to digital, is how to balance the budget! | | |
| Much to the dismay of some - probably people who think Dave Matthews Band is in the same league is Bob Dylan - I am still alive and not in a completely catatonic state. Although, Ohio is pretty close to a catatonic state any way you spin it and for some reason I am still in Ohio. Not all of Ohio is bad, don't get me wrong, but anything outside of I-270 I could do without. Alas, I have returned to Xanga, and, of course, by proxy, Facebook. I have also invested buku dollars into my apostrophe retirement fund. It's like an IRA, but with more pauses. That way apostrophes can retire with the security they have always deserved.
Over the past few months, I've come to realize that I was fighting a system that wasn't quite as disorganized as myself, no matter how they appeared. With the facade of incompetence, they managed to label me an alcoholic and drug addict by using that age old response: Because I said so. And, because of this, I have realized that I need to get organized before I take on the United States to try to better society. Little anecdote. In order to move from the 'second phase' of drug treatment (?) into the 'third phase' (profit!), I had to answer a slew of obscure questions from 'the treatment team' (social workers). At the end of this Q and A session, one of the counselors looked at me and said: "You know, I know alot of intelligent people who have outsmarted themselves right out of recovery." 'Recovery' the the secular way of saying "I really am religious and believe that I am incapable of doing anything on my own". Now, even though the 'fact' the manipulation is a form of addictive behaviour and that being 'open and honest' is crucial to 'recovery', I didn't feel like getting into it with the counselor, so I just raised my eyebrows and said "really" with as much zeal as I could muster at the time. I can't remember exactly, but a fit of nodding and smiling most likely followed. Anyway, because of all of this, I am required to attend at least three 12 step support group meeting per week. Aside from the fact that 12 step support groups do not lead to independence on alcohol or drugs but a dependence on the group, no matter how much they claim not to be religious, the fact is that if I believe in a 'higher power', I believe in god.
I once heard the story of a guy walking in the forest who came upon this complex watch with all it's little gears and pins and had a 'spiritual' awakening. That watch was pretty complex, something must have made it. The analogy goes on that the world is pretty complex, something must have made it. My lapse was not taking this a step further: The god that made the watchmaker that made the watch is pretty complex, what made god? Then I had some lady (actually, the director of the program) tell me that everytime I see a flower I should realize there is a higher power because "I can't make a flower". I quickly told her that I couldn't make Pontiac, either, so is GM my higher power? She missed my point entirely and I dropped the conversation.
In my experience, people in recovery give alot of credit to god; god got me sober, god got me this house, god got me my family back. For some reason, however, god never got them a drink, god never wrecked the car into a tree, god never killed their child with a stray bullet. I see the whole higher power as a cop out. We are humans and we have self will. Which means we have willpower. Hey, if I can shoot some meth and have something worth staying clean for, I'm going to stay clean, that's all there is to it. If I like dripping blotter acid in my eyes, but I know I'm going to get drug tested in the coming week, I don't get fucked up. Is that god doing something for me or is that me having common sense relying on my own volition?
While I'm on it, here is my biggest problem with religion. The theory goes that god gave humans free will so we can do what we want. However, god is omnipotent and knows all - all that has happened and all that will happen. So, since god knows how everything will turn out, I really don't have any say in changing it, because the outcome is predetermined. Then what's the point? If god knows all, and god is around now, everything has already happened and there is no point trying to do anything. If it is going to happen (and it is), it'll happen. It has to or that would make god wrong. In which case, he's not god, he's Glenn Beck.
Enough for now. I'll have more periodic updates on what's going on with me and hopefully what's going on with this crazy world in the near future. Peace out, kids. | | |
| As many of you are aware, I currently work for a small scrap-yard in Arlinton Heights that specializes in non-ferrous metals. We are a small, tight-knit crew of six including the owner and we make friends with alot of our regular clients. One of these clients was murdered last week and we just found out about it today.
Lane wasn't any one I hung out with outside of work, as his consistant experimentation with the white lady would surely have gotten me in trouble with Hamilton County Probation, but he was a decent guy who seemed to take pretty good care of his 90 pound girlfriend and was pretty laid back when it comes to scrappers.
From the first time I dealt with Lane and his girl (I don't know her name) I knew that they were heroin users and it was rather apparant that she was a full fledged junkie. Even so, these were nice people who didn't think you were trying to take them every time the market went down and were just fun to bullshit with. They used to brighten my day every time they came in with whatever weird shit they happend to be recycling on any given day.
Lane was killed last Tuesday when he got in an argument with a heroin dealer. Lane tried to speed off, but the dealer broke the window of Lane's green Civic and shot him in the chest. Lane died at University Hospital during surgery. I hadn't seen Lane or his girl for a couple of days last month when he came in by himself. About two months earlier, he had mentioned that his girl was pregnant and that he was ready to be a dad. I naturally took issue with this statement as neither of them were in any condition to be raising a child and I had never actually seen her sober or even in DT. Plus, she drank ALOT of Steele Reserve while they scrapped.
It turns out that the girl was at a hospital because she lost the baby and I could tell that Lane was devestated by this. While she was in the hospital, she got in trouble because she did heroin after sneaking out onto the roof. Then he got his car impounded for taking heroin to her while she was still in the psych ward.
I know it doesn't sound like it, but Lane was a good guy, and I was probably only a month or so from actually calling him a 'friend' instead of an 'aquaintance'. Not only was word of his death suprising, but it has also taken an emotional toll on me. I'm not crying or anything, but I really am bothered in a way that I don't think is going to let up soon.
Robert Scott Lane. Rest in peace. On September 30th, 2008, so he went. So it goes. | | |
| Let it be clear that I don't even own a copy of the best book ever written, I just read Z's everytime he gets caught up in reading stuff like Garrison Kellior (yea, that guy from Public Radio). I am speaking, of course, of The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by the late Douglas Adams. Intimidating as it may seem, there is no possible way to start reading the book and stop after only one of the 'books'. Thus, I just wasted your time to say nothing. I'm good at that. | | |
| From the AP (AmishPorn)
Connersville, Wyoming:
When asked to comment on where she did all of her social networking, local senior at St. Michael's High School, Trisch Beckmann unequivocally replied that it was on Facebook. "The 'applications'" - annoying little add-ons people can add to their profiles - "sets it above and beyond MySpace", she claimed before walking off to meet the 34 year old broccoli broker she met last Thursday on the networking utility.
This seems to be the jist of teens and young adults around the country. Most agree that while MySpace has more appeal if you are trying to meet peirced, queer tweens in cyberspace, the laid-back, stay-in-college-forever attitude portrayed via Facebook's 'News Feed' features has won over the masses due to the ease with which one can stalk anyone they so desire.
Facebook was started in the year 1964 by the now multi billionaire, Mark Zuckerberg, with the sole intent of bringing people in his college together without having to leave the pot-smoke filled dorm. The goal was to make doing anything you could possibly want to do with your classmates in person available online. In it's infancy, known then as TheFacebook - a clear play on the one word 'MySpace' - only college students at major schools and with valid dot-edu e-mail adresses were able to sign up for the service. However, as the once obscure site grew in popularity, many highschool students such as Trisch Beckmann enrolled in colleges across the country just to get an e-mail adress and an oppertunity to be part of the biggest networking site in the world.
Finally, in late 2001, TheFacebook had become a profitable entity in and of itself through advertising and scams run through their 'Applications' applications. It was no longer necessary to limit access to users in college so TheFacebook bought the rights to www.facebook.com and began allowing anyone with any e-mail address to join. This, of course, brough a slew of horney twelve year old girls who all thought that having a Facebook account would allow them to marry Heath Ledger. And we all see how that turned out.
Within the past month, it had become painfully aparant to Facebook creator and long time caucasian Mr. Zuckerberg that the social networking site was far too user friendly and far too popular to leave alone. He, along with some of the worlds richest idiots such as Steve Jobs and Kanye West set out to destroy the user compatibility of the still popular stalking site. When called for comment, Mr. Zuckerberg simply yelled into the phone quoting Ashey Larry: "I'm rich, bitch!".
Users of Facebook, however, were not to let this major change of convienience sway them and began a protest as college students commonly do called "10000000000 StRoNg AgAiNsT NeW FaCeBoOk". Facebook allowed this protest to take place without anyone having to leave their dorm, making it one of the least effective but most attended protests of all time. Facebook went on with the changes even though a select few users threatened to actually protest in person. This threat was not taken seriously, however, as Lost was airing that same evening.
It's true, people. I should know; I just made it up! I mean, I just wrote it... That's what I meant. New Facebook sucks. It makes it alot harder for me to do my Facebook stalking and no one wants stalking to be hard. I think that's something we can all agree on; democrat or republican, gay or strait, agnostic or dumb. Vote Old Facebook for president in '08! | | |
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