Technology is a Motherfuck

Now i realise that it does a lot for us, to help. Certainly I wouldn't be writing this if it didn't. But sometimes...

I'm at the airport, waiting in line to board the plane. It's not moving. I poke my head around the monster in front of me, to see what's up. And...surprise. It's some idiot with an iPhone who has their boarding pass scan bar on some stupid app. Of course the scanner at the airport has a hard time reading it off a greasy, reflective, tiny screen. This happens with three other passengers before I finally pass through. And all this...why? Because it's too much to print one piece of paper and take it to a kiosk (of which there are almost always one readily available), enter a number or -even faster for you lazy asses- scan the credit card you bought your tickets with. All of this takes about as long as it just took you to read this. Instead, you just wasted at least as much of your time AND about 300 other people's as well. Thanks, dick. Oh, and you look like a tool talking to yourself on your bluetooth. Remember eye-contact and manners? Naw. Me either.

On a side note, how come it's okay for people to have the overhead light on during takeoff, but not for me to have my tiny MP3 player on?

Songs of the blog: Army of the Pharaohs-Burn You Alive and Say Anything- She Won't Follow You

A blog, by any other name...

A friend once told me that I have interesting things to say. Thought-provoking things to say. And sometimes things that just piss people off. While I will most definitely do all of those things here, that is, in fact, not the main point of this blog.

Eight years ago I conceived a story idea, which I believed to be a masterpiece at the time. Now I've been writing fiction since I was seven, and have wanted to make a career out of it for almost as long, so it was certainly within the realm of my ambitions to have written said story. However, in all my reckless naivety I was wise enough to realize that at eighteen years old (and on more drugs than most people try in a lifetime) I would not be able to do the story justice. So I wrote an outline for my older self, since I knew by then I'd have forgotten most of the plot, and now -almost nine years later- I'm going to write it.

Now since most people have no idea what goes into novel-writing (there's no REAL WORLD: Steven King), and it really is an interesting process, I would like to share it with you. Plus it'd be cool to get public feedback as I'm writing. I guess I can't give away any of the major plot twists or anything, but I'll do what I can.

So what can you expect from "The Satire and The Sage"? Sex, drugs, writing, rock and roll, politics, and whatever else I can say to provoke thought and -hopefully- piss you off.

PS-Since it's apparently a copyright violation to post songs directly to my blog, I will instead post links to a song I am listening to while writing each blog.

Song of the blog- Rise Against-Architects