Dichotomy …defined
1: A division or
contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or
entirely different.
2: Repeated branching
into two equal parts.
I’m gonna talk about the first definition. I’m cheap…really cheap. SOOPER CHEEP!! I’m so cheap that cheap people thing I’m
being stingy. I will wheedle, scrounge,
steal and sabotage my way through life to avoid paying for the full price of
things. I sneak into movies, ask for
water at restaurants but drink sodas instead and keep a cup from McDonald's in
my car so I don’t have to pay for cokes on the road. I have…at one point…pulled a cup from the
garbage at a theater…washed it out…and gotten a free refill at the front. I know no limits of cheapness.
When I was young was arrested not once…but twice for
shoplifting of comics. Not because I
thought it might make me cool as many young bucks are want to do; but because I
didn’t want to pay for them, even though I could have quite easily afforded it.
I’ve gone 3 years without car ac…in Texas
When bird make noise’s there talking about me …cheep cheep
cheep.
I harassed 12 different people over the course of 2 months into giving me money so I didn’t
have to pay for Rock-band (the video game). I only buy video games used and even
then for not more than 20.
Specifically related to my discussion of dichotomy, I fuel
my war-hammer habit with purchases from Craigslist, where sad pathetic people in
need of cash will sell their precious precious treasures to scumbags like me who low ball, whine,
threaten and cajole them into giving up their goods, cause I know they need
money and I’m willing to be an astronomical ass to them to get their stuff.
I’m fucking cheap
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| No Bob Crachet you cant have a raise!!! |
Yet kickstarters……well dear god, what I won’t pay at retail
or from another human being, I’ll shell out for on kick starter. Crap I DO NOT EVEN WANT I have bought on kick
starter because its ….kickstarter I guess.
Something about watching that total rise and those stretch goals get accomplished
and that somehow I’m getting more than some other person just sucks me right in
to a degrees that goes well beyond what one would consider reasonable even by
the freak show I call my friends or normal people standards. Much less the "sucking lack of spend what its worth-ism" that I usually espouse.
I need to just figure out a way to keep my computer form
even going to the kickstarter page. Permanently
block that site to keep me from joining the next big thing of absolute
worthlessness. I curse the person who
came up with kickstarter…he’s a dick.
And someone should tell him that…..with a baseball bat.
When I was younger, all my friends were, at one point, in a relationship…with a gurl…or
something. One of the things that they
did was go on double days to have breakfast together. As being a single dood I was not invited to
these events…and when I was invited to events with them my severe singleness
was significantly striking in its specious seeming. (I used synonyms to make that previous
alliteration happen…go me) When you’re
the only bro without a ho so to speak, your aware
of it . How awesome for me that when I was
enjoying yon spurs game with my friends…a familiar feeling flowed up my
spine. And upon further reflection, I
realized it was the forgotten foe that I thought I had bested in my prime. I was the single guy in a group of couples. Ahh….lucky me.
Someone buy me this
I only have 6 Vampirella statues…. I need another one
DON'T YOU FUCKING JUDGE
ME!!!
Man I’m working this one Friday morning and suddenly I just
get really jazzed about …stuff. All the stuff. Like
super manically so. If my whole life was
like this I’d have no friends. Come to
think of it…I don’t have a lot of friends currently Even my cat ran away from me. And she’s a cat. Her whole existence is sitting like 2 feet
out of range of my hand so if I want to pet her I have to WORK for it. That’s not fair. Stupid cat.
I listened to this one song “Its always a good time” like…30 times.
Not including remixes...that's like maybe 3 hours of the same damned
song. THE SAME...SONG!!! I wonder if I’d have a girlfriend if I was
like this all the time. I wonder if I’d
even have any friends at all. I posted a lot of my
feelings of the night on Facebook, cause really at 4 am in the morning how else
am I force myself on people. I cant call them. well i could, but I didn't. I took a
screen shot of how many FB friends I had before I started doing this. Tomorrow I may take3 a screen shot of how
many friends I have left after a night of randomly posting inane bullshit at
people on Facebook. And why Facebook? Cause there a captive audience. They may not want to read my inane drivel…but
if I’m clever and I tag a person in it they’ll read it anyway…..they have to. No one can resist the siren call of the
message box telling you you’ve been tagged in a message. HAHAHAHA I’m fucking
evil. Or I’m fucking weird. Or I’m weirdly evil…or I’m fucking fucked
. I’m one of those and I like it!!!!
On a morose note. One
of the strangest, alienating feeling you can have is to look at another person
and the things they do. And then realize
that the things they do now are different than the things they did when you
were with them. Suddenly you realize.
They didn’t do that cause it was you who stopped them. Whether because you didn’t want to do said
activity, had no interest or just it never occurred to even try. At the end, the reason they didn’t do that
thing is because you stopped them. The
worse thing I can think of to be in life is a limiter to someone else’s
happiness or potential. To have in some
way held them back. It’s a cold stark
blow when you have that revelation and one that many of you do not share. I found it somewhat depressing.
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| My first world problems are such downers |
And finally, while I
often cast dispersion on the world of Facebook and decry its utter inanity as a
forum of actual intelligent ideas. I do
have to relay a recent story that would not have been possible without the wide
world of Facebook “friends’ to have made it possible. There is a artist by the name of Stanly Lau who
is quite the creative Korean digital artisan.
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| Hi Stanley!! |
Two times a year he deigns to grace his American fandom with his presence
at a con. One of these cons is the
fabled pie in the sky quite impossible to attend San Diego comicon, or sdcc for
short. At this cons he sells a limited number
of prints that are quite impossible to get a hold of anywhere else apart for the
money pit that is eBay. Realizing that I
had 0 chance of obtaining a ticket to SDCC I went to his face book page and
scrolled down through the list of people who were going. All them received pleasant message asking if
they might assist me in getting some of his fantabulous art work. Of the 16 I queried. One said yes.
I took a risk and sent him a sizable sum of currency and prayed it would
all be all right mommy please do not lock me in the bad room again. Lo and fortune it all worked out and I was sent a lovely
collection of art work that I have nowhere to display.
The point of this pontification is that …in this land of
information superhighways I can contact a person I’ve never met or heard of,
make a request send electronic money to , and get good back…without ever having
to leave my house. There something
poignant about that...or sad
Next time. Why giant
robots ate my face off
Age Quod Agis
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