Oh Jeebus. It's already December. How did that happen?? Wasn't it just Labor Day?
There have been no new entries here due to the fact that we at Glossolalia are still depressed over the highly disappointing events of November 2nd. A lot of time has been spent in the last month smoking and drinking and holding a hand to our forehead while asking "WTF??". But enough of that.
Today is World AIDS Day.
There are many, many sites dedicated to AIDS education and while browsing a few today, I was startled at the amount of misinformation that continues to exist. Even 20 years later people are still ill informed as to how the disease is transmitted. According to an MTV poll, 20% of those polled believed that birth control pills safeguard against AIDS. Again I find myself slapping a hand to my forehead and thinking "WTF??".
The CDC (Centers for Disease Control) has a page loaded with facts, figures and other useful information.
Arm yourself. Spread the word. Ignorance = DEATH.
The following exchange is nowhere near as techno-witty and elaborate as Google's April Fools Joke but hey, I'm easily amused.
audiomortis: Here's my reality tv show idea
hyp3rbole: okay
audiomortis: you take an engaged couple
audiomortis: and you take the father of the bride to be
audiomortis: you hook his nuts up to a car battery
audiomortis: then you ask the groom to answer questions about their relationship
audiomortis: everytime the groom lies, the father in law gets shocked
audiomortis: then at the end of the show, you put them both in a cage, and the groom has to convince the father in law to let him mary his daughter
audiomortis: or just convince him not to beat the shit out of the groom
audiomortis: BEST SHOW EVER!
hyp3rbole: you RAWK
hyp3rbole: daaamn
audiomortis: my other game idea is a combo between a glory hole, and russian roulette
audiomortis: I call it "OH GOD! WHAT'S ON MY DICK!?"
audiomortis: it's like the price is right in that, if you guess right you get to keep it
hyp3rbole: your dick? or what's on it?
audiomortis: I've got another one called "guess the baldwin"
audiomortis: you just show somebody a picture, and they have to guess which baldwin brother it is
hyp3rbole: i want to post this chat on my blog
hyp3rbole: share your genious with the world!
audiomortis: eh, whatever
audiomortis: I'll prolly forget it in a couple days anyway
Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2004 10:05:17 -0500
From: Carlito
Subject: Monkey Business
To: Hopey
somewhat like Ralph Kramden, I sometimes muse on why we have this particular lot in life
given all that we have going for us, we should have much more than we do -
more money, assets, cash, greenbacks, pesos . . .
you are a pretty smart chick, savvy with the spread sheets and real estate
where are your hotels, resorts and casinos?
hmmm, makes me think
about what I am not sure
maybe how to make my dick bigger
Carlito
so you may be wondering whatever happened to this site? it used to be so entertaining and informative. but no longer. and why?
well real life has taken over yet again.
but stay tuned....
Indeed it does. Those of us unfortunate enough to have been landed with this characterless currency now have no other choice, no coin to pull out of a drawer and entertain a child with, musing about how you got it as well as the old geezer who threw it at you. Another example of the way in which our society is being standardised in order to make us all wear the school uniform. And that’s not all. The responsibility of retailers all over Europe to refrain from taking the piss was also flouted, and has been ignored by virtually every European government. So why aren’t the public so arsed that they are being taken for a ride?
It seems a lot of them have hit the comfort zone anyway. The apathy that has ensued is staggering. People are now just prepared to have it thrown at them and bite the bullet when they feel the pinch. The idea that a lot of them are fearful of change is perhaps true, but if the change means standardisation to something ‘safe’ which they can all feel secure with, then they will jump at the chance. But somebody somewhere has to be doing very well out of all this, and I think I know who this somebody is. A banal theory perhaps, but European governments and European retailers would surely benefit from a little mutual back rubbing, wouldn’t they? Retailers do well, the economy does well. The economy does well, the government does well. The government offers favourable improvement grants to shop owners to appease them. But remember, this is all allegedly and a theory in my fecund mind, a mind which is able to tell the difference between two Euros sixty cents and three Euros ten cents. It isn’t that hard, even for somebody like me who is not the most observant at times and who basically lives in a fog. They even tried to simplify matters by stating the price in old currency next to the price in new in January of 2002, a month after introducing significant price rises. Shite though it is, the supermarket was the last place I thought I’d be stiffed, given that we need food to survive. I’m sure the powers that be in the business world are also feeling it though, bless.
So the idea of standardisation seems to appeal to the public, which doesn’t bode well for the future. And all the governments of Europe now know this. I did try and see the benefits of the new school uniform, collecting all foreign Euro coins and saving them. But because they look the same as the shite I have in my pocket every day, they soon lost their appeal. So even that small pleasure was quickly dispensed with once I discovered that a loaf of bread was now costing me the equivalent of various limbs. My local baker may well be wondering where all the Greek and Finnish Euro coins came from. Hmmm, could that be the same pocket that paid for his new shop front?
Fuck standardisation.
[16:46] mick: i have a gag, but maybe it;s the wrong time
[16:47] sockmonkey: oh what?
[16:47] mick: you sure? you are at work you know
[16:47] sockmonkey: are you getting sensible on me now?
[16:47] mick: fair enough
[16:47] sockmonkey: you????
[16:47] sockmonkey: who is this????
[16:47] mick: here goes...
[16:47] sockmonkey: ...
[16:47] mick: egg and bacon in the pan...
[16:47] mick: the egg says "cor, hot in here innit?"
[16:48] mick: the bacon says "fuk me! a talking egg!"
[16:48] mick: bum bum
[16:48] sockmonkey: ...
There are times when certain words just roll round and round in my head.
Google Search: glorious infatuation
Today is my best friend's birthday. Although she is younger than me, she is an adult. With a life. Unlike myself.
Need proof? Check these out:
lipstick.result.digita1_lovedoll
Some would say that I'm an attention whore, but I prefer the term exhibitionist. In the artistic sense of course. But if I had a "real" and solid life then I doubt I'd have much need to announce myself to the online world with these profiles. My friend has tangible adult concerns like the house she owns, her job and a yearning to start a family with her beloved husband. All while still being able to pursue her creative dreams.
Meanwhile, I exist somewhere in the emo-ether of MOC, LnC and LsP along with others who need the promise of online attention on a daily basis. Validation through absolute random interaction. It boggles the mind, really.
One day I'll join the ranks and be a responsible adult citizen of the western world. But until then - you know where to find me...
Happy Birthday, Callie.
From: "C P"
To: "lovedoll"
Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 16:59:11 -0500
Subject: marketing ideas
Doll
as I understand to maximize your web traffic you need to
From: "C P"
To: "lovedoll"
Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 16:59:11 -0500
Subject: marketing ideas
Doll
as I understand to maximize your web traffic you need to imbed within your
site all those favorite catch words used by the truely adicted web surfer
in their never ending search for enlightment via the internet.
words like "massive teenage nyphomanic freaks eating polish sausage" and
other similar bon mots. In fact just putting the word "teen" somewhere will
probably increase your audience by a hundred fold.
ohh and always always always ask for a credit card number. They all must
pay.
Business Ideas From Your Attorney At Large
CP
and so with that in mind --->
While I am certainly not the first to admit when I'm wrong, I will cop to it if pressed. (thinking it over, I'll allow quite a lot when pressed... but anyway...)
Back in December I railed against Wishlists and CyberBegging as tawdry and shameless. This little excerpt from a Wired magazine article last year influenced my opinion:
Cam Culture: The Please Gimme Economy
The proliferation of flirty Cam Whore and LiveJournal sites showcasing pretty angst ridden teens and patronized by a voyeuristic and (usually) much older web audience makes me wonder what the point of subscription porn sites are anymore.
Purchase a few Amazon items and be rewarded with a personal peek of digital teen flesh.
On the other hand, at least you're getting something for your generosity. CyberBeggers simply hold out the virtual cup and wait for sympathetic surfers to bail them out of their financial holes. These sites don't want prezzies, they want the cold hard stuff.
CyberBegging Sites Popping Up On The Web
But you know, you gotta give it up to these sites. They've figured out a way to make the internet work for them by preying on some basic human emotions. Send a present and get the thrill of interaction with a teen toy. They might even tell you they luv u. Send a buck or two and feel the good christian glow of helping someone pay off a credit card maxed out from designer wear purchases.
Well, you know what? Since xmass cleaned me out last year, I can ill afford to be righteous. And besides, no one got me what I really wanted...
So, with much chagrin, I must admit that I too have been seduced by the Dark Side. I am now a present whore.
Oh jeezus - I just googled this and now I really feel fucking dirty...
Okay, so the British Michael Jackson interview was finally telecast last week here in the states. And of course, now everyone is up in arms again over his alleged pederasty.
Originally I had no intention of weighing in with my views on the subject. I did not watch the interview although it has been the subject of much coverage on the local news here in LA so I have seen and read quite a number of highlights from it. But there seemed to be no need for me to comment on it, as it is the subject of much discussion all across the web.
But then today I read the court papers posted on The Smoking Gun and was aghast by their graphicness.
Jacko: The Original Child Abuse Allegations
This was back in '93 and somehow, even after that account, the case was dropped and swept under the carpet. Somehow... actually it's fairly obvious how that happened. He paid millions to the boy's family to keep it out of court. And they took it.
This to me is the truly disgusting fact - that parents would sell out the children that they supposedly love and cherish. They took anywhere from 15 to 40 million in exchange for their child's alleged "emotional distress". What could they have possibly told the boy? That 'everything is okay now that we have the dosh'? 'Just forget that he did you in the bath, sweetie... look at our new house!'
An excellent article in the British paper the Sunday Herald asks this very same question - and more.
"Jackson is not a charged or convicted paedophile, so instead of demanding 'would you let your child sleep with this man?', why are none of the angry tabloids asking 'would you forgive a paedophile for abusing your child if he paid you off?'"
And what about the family of the boy shown in the interview? Also in the Herald, this article is frankly almost more disturbing than Jacko's comments on the joy of bed sharing.
It seems to me that Jackson is displaying all of the classic signs of a survivor of child abuse. And despite the fact that he may not want to continue the cycle, as many end up doing, he is still contributing to it no matter how "sweet" he may think he's treating these boys.
In doing research for this entry I googled "pederasty" and of course hundreds of hits came up. But what was most surprising to me were the number of support groups run for and by "BoyLovers". I trolled through the forum of one such site and read posting after posting that was filled with earnest longing and zeal towards their "young friend(s)". At first I will admit that it made my flesh crawl, but after reading further my attitude slowly began to shift. The disgust was pushed to the background and I found myself filled with pity for these men. Their postings seemed like those of teenaged girls yearning for the pop stars and cute boys at school that they could never hope to have.
To us simple folk, Jackson seems to have it all going on; unbelievable wealth, talent and fame. And because of people willing to soullessly pimp out their precious children, he can easily buy a boy to share his bed, as a llama or a chimp for his personal zoo. And no one of any authority can stop him. Not even himself.
Michael Jackson seems to simultaneously embody two of the western world's favorite maxims:
1. The rich can buy their way into and out of anything.2. Money cannot buy you happiness.
Heard on CNN today that shuttle debris was showing up on eBay. It sounded like a hoax to me, but then I found this thread and this thread on an eBay forum.
It seems that most are simply opportunists cashing in on old Columbia memorbilia. Although apparently at least someone posted an auction for debris as a joke.
I appreciate a twisted sense of humor more than most folks, but it seems like everyone is just begging for any excuse to fly into moral hysteria.
What about the children????
I was alerted to this fine FINE item via the Simpsons Collector Sector forum.
What an absolutely jaw-droppingly inspired conglomeration of fandoms.
Why is it that almost everyone that contacts me through moc, isn't actually ON moc?
With the coming of the holidays, everyone seems to be beefing up their wishlists.
While I understand the appeal of this lesser form of cyberbegging, I have to admit that it still makes me a bit uncomfortable. Oh sure I have wishlists of my own at various sites, but I only tell my family about them. I mean, c'mon, of course I'm used to begging from my mom...
And besides let's get Zen here... is there really anything I simply can't live without?
