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Head poundin' in the bright sun
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I needed to be drunk, 'cause it's fun.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I left my baby but don't feels so bad
Guess her face is done
Ain't the best girl I ever had
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the
Chasin drinks with a six-shot
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I dropped my shot and I think I'm done
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I miss my baby but don't feel too bad
My taste buds are done
Ain't the best girl that I ever had
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the booze won.
I fought the booze, And the.
My Stupid Fu-Prank:
Step One: Make flashing Prof GIF that just keeps saying "Will he succumb to the maddening urge to push a single button?" , "The beautiful shiny button" , "The green candy-like button".
Step Two: Change Profile name to "SpAcE mAdNeSs"
Step Three: Get 2 consecutive HH's and some ability bling
Step Four: Get to conspirators willing to go as "Commander Ren" and "Cadet Stimpy", if possible, a 3rd as "My Beloved Ice Cream Bar" to assist in the blatant promotion of my page for the HH.
Step Five: Set stat to "YOU FOOL, YOU PUSHED THE HISTORY ERASE BUTTON!!!"
Step Six: See how many people GET the joke, and how many times history got reset.
I am a very strange man....
These two shots are for Derrick
For rifle not the handgun
For coffee and cigarettes
Give it back
You know suicide isn't painless
When you leave everyone in pain
The two shots will never go down the same
This beating's for Jimmy
For ultimate devotion
For your mind of my own
Bring out your dead
Sedated, flagellated
You were the one most
Loved and hated
Thanks for all that carpet
And your songs
This Patrón's for Jason
This lager's for Andy
And these doses are for Bomer
And this fix is for Bradley
This ritalin's for Lumpy
And this speedball's for Friday
This nitrous hit is for Lynn
And best friend Dobbs
This bowl is for my mom
For drinking more than I did
For posting bail for me
In New York
And in Hollywood that first time
And that joint we smoked was the worst time
Cause doing drugs with parents is just wrong
This Patrón's for Jason
This lager's for Andy
And these doses are for Bomer
And this fix is for Bradley
This song is for winning losers
It's for unlucky substance abusers
The ones who left their black marks
On us all
It's haunting how much things like MMORPGs mirror contemporary society: roaming around performing tasks we care little about for rewards that are only slightly more interesting. And, possibly because we involve ourselves in such meaningless tasks so frequently, we often obsess over displaying our "achievements," to prove not so much our skills, but the fact that we have put the time in. Higher learning now mirrors running a high-end raid more than it does any classical notion of education. Once you get your "badge," you're allowed into a higher echelon, but it reflects so little of your person. And, most importantly, so often nothing is produced. We throw away time for the sake of pursuit; it's addictive, and we're defensive about examining that addiction.
I feel like the post-industrial notion of consumption has penetrated deep into our philosophical core at this point. "Upgrade" is almost an entirely separate thought from "improvement" now, with the former being understood as an inherent necessity. We now treat people with the same disposability as our possessions. "Human resources," a notion once reserved for macroscopic planning, has now made its way to interpersonal relationships in the way of networking. Under the guise of "networking," people collect friends like Pokemon, sifting through hordes to select those who show the promise of helping them in some way. We've becoming so cripplingly cynical that even relationships are openly reduced to cost/benefit analysis.
The modern independent professional (and I include myself in this group) benefits from self-actualization in the sense that he or she does not depend on institutions or other individuals to provide core professional motivation. While this is a sound strategy for general success, taking it to its extreme has produced a generation of distinctly self-absorbed individuals of a different sort than those that came before us. Unlike the quiet narcissism of the Baby Boomers or the naked, unmotivated consumerism of Generation X, we are a generation of roleplayers: leveling up and treating everything outside ourselves as a grid of potential resources. As a whole, we're more motivated than our predecessors (largely, I posit, because we were shaped by active digital media rather than television), but we are just as, if not more, spiritually bankrupt.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not bemoaning the evils of modern technology or pining for a simpler time. As a whole, we're better off than we've ever been, but that also means the evils we face are less obvious. The more information a society produces, the less space there is for self-reflection, and I fear what that really entails. The things we've created are impressive and (largely) useful, but as a species I don't think we possess the proper faculties to utilize them to their fullest. As we advance, I'm stuck with the image of a pet dog left with a giant bowl of food as his family goes on a trip. Any animal taken outside its natural element and given free reign over resources is going to abuse that power (moderation is not selectively advantageous), and humans are no different. We are either incapable or unwilling to approach large or personal relationships with the goal of fundamentally changing ourselves, and it is for this reason that the world we create will continue to become more efficient at massaging our egos and protecting us from human interactions that may disrupt our surprisingly fragile sense of self.
It is for the above reasons that I am a transhumanist: not because of some pie-eyed optimism in technological utopias, a fetishization of augmentation or a messianic belief in AI deliverance, but because I think we're fundamentally unfit for the future. Homo sapiens has long been removed from its natural habitat, and we don't do well in captivity. However, unlike other creatures, we were naturally selected to change our habitats to suit our wants, which in turn sabotage our core programming. A gorilla or a humpback whale may not be happy in captivity, but at least they don't instinctively build zoos around themselves. Humanity is fundamentally unstable, and our modern society is a caricature of our contradictions. We've built a world clever enough to coddle us, and it won't be long before our last ounce of purpose is drained by the convenience that we perfect at an exponential rate.
I've come to realize that I'm a pretty old-fashioned guy. Things like morality, conscience, discipline and self-sacrifice shouldn't be co-opted by the right-wing and the insane; they should be guiding, universal principles. We should approach the future with humility, and always with the assumption that there's much within ourselves that can be changed. This applies not just to the day when we have to choose how to physically augment ourselves (though that day will come), but to our everyday choices that shape the society and technology of the present. It needs to be more than entertainment, narcissism and networking. We need to produce real things, not just level up and distract ourselves from a reality that is rapidly leaving us behind.
ASH AND SCOTT
What the fuck was that?
SCOTT
Your sister has turned into a zombie
ASH AND SCOTT
What the fuck was that?
ASH
Your girlfriend was a demon too
ASH AND SCOTT
What the fuck was that?
SCOTT
She just ripped my pre-ripped Abercrombie
ASH AND SCOTT
What the fuck was that?
ASH
I got some Shelly on my shoe
ASH AND SCOTT
What darkness lurks beyond this wooden sanctum?
What the fuck was that?
SCOTT
Dude, these hoes been zombefied!
I cannot stay here anymore
I'm getting out of here!
ASH
No, we cannot leave, Linda's ankle won't make it, I fear
SCOTT
I cannot stay, I killed my lay!
I must go now
ASH
You can't go now
SCOTT
I must!
ASH
You can't!
SCOTT
I must
ASH
You can't!
SCOTT
Bitches out for blood!
I can't take this anymore
ASH
We don't even know if there's a way back
Except for that damn broken foorbridge
SCOTT
Gotta go!
Right now!
I'll find a road where I'll flag down a van!
ASH
Just listen to me
SCOTT
No I won't!
ASH
Linda can't walk
SCOTT
It's time to go!
ASH
Cannot hike
Can't even stand
SCOTT
Then we'll leave her
That's our brand-new...
ASH AND SCOTT
Plan
What the fuck was that?
SCOTT
Now I'll put an end to this vacation
ASH AND SCOTT
What the fuck was that?
ASH
Scott, don't leave me all alone
ASH AND SCOTT
Necronomicon
The Book of the Dead
ASH
The Chant
SCOTT
A curse
ASH
The chicks
SCOTT
I'm gone!
ASH AND SCOTT
What the fuck was that?
It's the Evil Dead!
(lyrics from the evil dead musical. video located: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrDui7xeGv0&feature=player_embedded )
