Vote no on marriage!

Hell with Prop 8. Can we repeal marriage altogether? For everyone? As far as I’m concerned, the government belongs out of my bedroom, and out of my relationships period. They don’t have a say in who I can be friends with, they shouldn’t have a say in who I choose to be more than friends with, regardless of the depth or expected length of my commitment. Civil unions for everyone, fine. Let people form whatever sort of contracts they like. That’s most of what a legal marriage is, anyway. Not much different from a business partnership, except that the business is a life and a home instead of an occupation and a shop (say). And most of the clauses that belong in that business contract (that are currently automagically the consequences of being legally married) are perfectly legal clauses to stick into any contract between any two people. Or three people. Or as many as you damned well please. I don’t think even the most extreme religious types have a problem with two men going into business with each other. Or three men. Or eleventy. The main issue seems to be that the entire concept of marriage, and those aspects of it that go above and beyond the black and white letter of the law, are inextricably tied up with things like religion and personal values. Which is fine. But those things are none of the government’s business. I don’t know why that’s not more obvious. It’s all very personal, and really has nothing to do with the logistics of running a city, state, or country, so mind your own beeswax, G-Men. Let’s just make the two things separate. Problem solved. If a particular church doesn’t want to marry anyone but heterosexuals, fine. If they don’t want to marry fourteen transvestites, whatever. Those fourteen transvestites can take their business elsewhere. But anyone who wants to gets to decide to combine their finances, share joint ownership of a home, blah blah blah. Hardly any change from what’s already possible. No big friggin’ deal. We run into a few issues when it comes to children, but I don’t think they’re anything that can’t be worked out. Health insurance is another problem, but here’s the solution to that one: universal health care.

Personally, I don’t much believe in marriage. I think a lot of it is a bunch of religious hoobajoob, and otherwise a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo. Neither of which has anything to do with how I feel about my husband, really. If I wasn’t part of an international couple, I probably wouldn’t have messed with it. It’s more or less a shortcut to signing a whole mess of other legal documents. I truly don’t see what all the fuss is about. Whether or not homosexuals are allowed to marry… is their behaviour going to change? That’s a big, fat, fucking no. What changed after my wedding… Let’s see… I dunno. Zip squat. Oh, right. I had an extra piece of paper lying around. Seems like a whole lot of kerfuffle over a bit of semantics (I got scolded every time I tried to make an argument out of semantics when I was a kid — I would like to scold this entire loopy country in turn). Call them married, or call them two people who live together, enjoy fucking, and plan to keep doing it for a while. What-ever. Nothing meaningful will be different.

What’s my excuse?

Laziness is an essential human characteristic. Where would we be without it? If we had limitless capacity for hard work, we’d still be hunting and gathering. Why would we be compelled to find more efficient ways of doing things, such as planting our crops all in once place, or enclosing our livestock in corrals? We’d be perfectly content to spend our entire waking lives in dedication to mere survival. There would be no need for innovation.

Instead, we have succeeded because we have an unsatisfiable urge to slack off. We use our creative minds to make the tasks necessary to everyday life faster and easier. We’d all be perfectly content by now if we didn’t also have a competing instinct to stockpile anything and everything. Thousands (and thousands) of years ago, if we came across an easier than usual source of a resource, we’d scoop it all up in order to reduce future effort. Now, almost everything comes easily, but we’re still compelled to accumulate as much as possible. Food is abundant. Not only do we not need to hunt down prey, but we can actually dial a phone number and have a meal placed directly into our hands. We consume to excess, because we can’t silence the primitive voice that tells us “get it while the getting is good — tomorrow you might need to stalk that pizza through a forest”.

We need to convince ourselves that we finally have enough. We have more than enough, and it’s not likely to change, unless we somehow forget everything we’ve discovered. The effort humans need to make in order to survive is now negligible. We don’t need to continue to hoard. We are not squirrels. I bet you’ve got boxes of junk in every corner of your home, brimming full of shit you hardly even remember you own. Wouldn’t the time and effort you spent earning the money you used to obtain those useless objects, those extra pounds… wouldn’t it have been better spent lying on a beach somewhere? It’s not as if we need to spend every hour of the summer preparing for winter anymore, we just need to put in a good week or two, and call it quits. It’s hard to come to grips with this. We’ve convinced ourselves that we need so many unnecessary things in life, just because without them things would seem almost too easy. But we can finally afford to give our instinctual laziness full reign (or nearly full — we’ll be at 100% just as soon as all of our work is taken over by humanity’s inevitable legacy of robots).

In direct conflict with our essential slack is the 9-to-5 workday. If we get our work done faster, do we get to go home earlier? No. We’re rewarded by having to do more work to fill up the time. The entire concept is contrary to human nature. This is not the way things are meant to be, and we all feel it. In order to cope we find easier ways of doing things, but take just as long to do them. If we can’t shorten our day, at least we can reduce the total amount of effort we’re putting in. Deep down we know that there simply is no reason for more work to get done in the first place, when we’re surviving just fine already. But we can’t eliminate inflation entirely in this system. We’re too good at becoming more efficient. Eventually, we slip up, finish too early, and accomplish more than we intended. The bar accidentally moves higher. For the good of humanity, we’ve got to watch out, and slack off as much as possible. Yes, folks. The solution to all of our problems is to do as little as we can, whenever we can. We’ll use fewer resources, less energy, have more spare time, cause fewer conflicts, keep effort inflation low.

I’m just trying to set an example for all of us.

Fuck!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck. Fuck.

Not in a very good mood today, for no particular reason. Feel like breaking things, actually. Gonna go back to bed, I think.

Random babblings?

Women. What is up with you. If I see another weblog entitled “Random Babblings of ________” or “_________’s Ramblings” or “________ is an Unoriginal Twat”, I’m going to vomit. I don’t do anything here but spew forth nonsense, but at least I’ve got me a title. And at least I can manage to do something other than repost “memes” (and they’re generally not even proper memes… read some fucking Richard Dawkins), or Wednesday Wastesoftimes or Friday FuckifIcanbebotheredtocomeupwithsomethingoriginals. I don’t understand the point of any of this BS. Is it some kind of public wank-off? Is there something people are trying to prove? Because I can think of easier ways to expose yourself on the internet. And even if you think that kind of thing is degrading, it’s less spew-worthy than reposting LOLcats and e-cards from someecards.com (yes, they’re hilarious; no, they don’t take the place of your own content) (and my methods pay much better, FYI).

If you’re trying to remain relevant to actual real human beings that you know in actual real life… you might try posting something of actual real relevance. I’m freakin’ embarassed for women on the internet. There’s a Digg for chicks out there, ya’know… Called Kirtsy. I joined up, and I regret it. The popular posts are all either “Ooh! Look at these shoes!” or, well… “Ooh! Look at this [other thing you can buy]!!!” Once in a while there’s a recipe for shit you can cook for your man (that’s what you care about primarily in life, right?), or… WTF more friggin’ shoes. Or some shit that was obviously submitted by another one of those independent, work-at-home-mom, pay-per-post, oh-so-respectable-because-they’re-doing-it-on-their-own, fucking disingenuous blog spammers (I love hearing about which products you especially are into consuming this week) (and they submitted their own site, woop). Ooh, but they’re ladies. So it’s okay? Entrepreneurpfft! I don’t give a shit about cars, but I think I’ll stick to regular Digg. Less posts all about “OOOOH! PONIES!” P.S. I’m not a mom, but I do know that there are enough pointless-shit-for-moms-to-buy-please-I-need-your-advertising-zeropointnonecentsperclick sites to make me kill well into my 17th spawning.

Is this how regular females connect to other regular females? Lists of shit they want to buy? I don’t fucking know. I’m in the middle of a two-week-long migraine, and I’m not going to dig much deeper right now. But, ladies… WHAT!? Science. Math. Art. History. Did you know that there are things on the internet other than shopping? Fucking hell, try out some god. damned. porn! It’s less pathetic than posting the results to your latest “Which ______ Character Am I” quiz, and if you tell us all about it, you might even be interesting for ten seconds.

Home hair dying is great!

Just so long as you don’t care what colour you’re dying your hair, that is. For hair dyed using a bottle labelled “Dark Golden Brown”, my hair is awfully Medium Auburn. Just saying, Garnier. Meh. I’ll take it. I’ll bloody well sit here and take it. Five dollars vs. fifty.

Yes, I’m disgusting.

My husband and I share the same toothbrush. We’ve actually each got our own (in fact, I think we each have two sitting next to the sink), but we’re both pretty bad about keeping the colours straight, and we don’t care. I don’t think we even try anymore. So, I guess we’re both going to die of the gum disease known as gingivitis. Whatever. I have all of his germs already.

Yesterday, though… I think he wore my contact lenses. That’s craziness. We wear the same prescription, but… ick, ick! We’re pretty close, but I’m not thinking of becoming one organism at the moment. This is getting too symbiotic. Might have just been that he blindly put his away in the wrong case. I durno. Or it could be that he’s been doing this accidentally for Bob knows who long! I’m going to go wash my eyes out with bleach!

Also, I am making cupcakes.

And one cake. Or Twelve Very Small Cakes and One Regular-Sized Cake. They are marbleized and such.

I am going to put the Regular-Sized Cake on a cake plate, because I can and for some reason… I own a cake plate.

Unrelated: music reviews are nothing but a dumping ground for underappreciated vocabulary words. Sean’s trying to write a blurb about the new EP. It’s taken him… geez, it’s 5am? Many hours so far. Hurry up, I want to have cupcakes!

News flash!

I’m a failure! Bah. Doing arbitrary things for arbitrary reasons was never my strong point. I learned the word “arbitrary” at a very young age, by the way. It seemed to apply to a lot of the rules my parents made up. “Because I said so” is something I hope not to overuse on my own children, if I ever have any. But I can see why it would come into play (i.e. kids are freakin’ annoying). Still… I always felt like my parents should have had a little bit more justification for things.

In other news, the vegetable selection at our local grocery store is abysmal. Moldy red bell peppers were on sale 10 for $10. Um… Good deal, I guess. But pass! Therefore the spaghetti I’m currently eating has no peppers, and that is disappointing. Needs more crunchy. I bought regular spaghetti today, instead of whatever funnily-named pasta we usually get just because I recently found my spaghetti cannister in a cupboard, and felt the need to find something to put in it. Even though every time I try, I manage to get most of the spaghetti on the floor. This time was not an exception. I think that’s why I put the blasted thing away. Anyway, this spaghetti, it’s damned good. I’m too lazy (and broke) to make my own sauce, but what the hell did I add to this shit… Bought the cheap shit and stirred in some cumin, salt, pepper, onions, cayenne pepper, hot salsa, and probably some other junk. And now I’m going to go eat the stuff properly. In front of the TV, like civilized humans — not in front of the computer like a cavewoman, or uh, something. Yeah, we (kind of) have a dinner table, but the centerpiece at the moment is a sewing machine. Ew, I’m turning into a horrible little housewife.

Hm, I really do think that Twitter has cut back on my blogingness, just on account of I never get my complaints worked up to the point where they’re full paragraphs anymore. Good for my state of mind, bad for you. Well. See ya.

Irresponsibility



Broken, originally uploaded by Wallaceh.

Yeah, yeah. The environment. Whatever. I’d cut back on electricity and such, except that my landlord pays the electric bill. Since we pay him the same amount of rent every month, cutting back on electricity just means I’m not getting my money’s worth (he cited rising electric costs as one of the reasons our rent increased at the beginning of the year), and I’m putting extra money in his pocket. Which I will not have. Absolutely not.

Besides… I do pay my own gas bill. Turning off the lights or plugging in CFLs just means less wasted heat. I rely on that wasted heat to keep my furnace from running all day long in the winter. I don’t wanna pay for that crap. So hurray for inefficiency!

Angiosperm Update

It’s dead, Jim.

My theory was correct. The flower was an effort to produce offspring before its imminent death, not a sign that I was taking great care of the thing.

But every time one of my plants dies I replace it with at least three more. And eventually… I replace one death with a full-on massacre. Instead of the palm, I now have several snake plants that claim to be “virtually maintenance free”.

I took that as a challenge.

We’ll see, snake plants, we’ll see…