WELCOME TO THE FUCKING BOOMTOWN, LMNO!

[Doktor Howl]

Yeah, it's great here, isn't it?  I have 500 channels to watch, satellite radio, an Ipod, games on my phone, and I can talk to any number of ignorant yahoos on the internet.  I have the house and two cars, the gym membership, and all the pills I can shovel down my throat.  It's fucking GREAT!

The only problem is, I can now ONLY relate to machines, because everyone I know does that and nothing else.  We have goddamn ZOMBIES walking through the malls and the airports, talking to their Bluetooths™, they're surrounded by thousands of people they look right through, while they're talking - presumably - to someone hundreds of miles away.  If you believe that.  It's no use visiting my friends, because they're busy "socializing" online, at Deviant Art, Facebook, or just "stumbling".  Whole lives trickle away, and nobody really notices.  It's normal, now.

Now that we all have Ipods, you can't catch a decent show anymore, at least not in this hellhole.  I suppose I could go to the Casino and watch some fossilized never-was, but that isn't rock n roll.  There isn't any more rock n roll, man, it's all just canned shit you download from some "file sharing" site in Russia.  Well, you can settle for Justin Beiber, I guess.  Does that count?

It's fucking LONELY up here in these goddamn mountains, LMNO.  I have 1.1 million people within the greater Tucson area, but they're all a million miles away.  I live in a fucking mausoleum.  Nothing but corpses until you get to San Diego, and I'm not feeling optimistic about that place, either.  I'm starting to think that I missed the fucking Zombiepocalypse.

But, shit yeah, I live in the Boomtown™.  And only I live there.  Everyone else is dead.  Shambling corpses clutching their personal electronics and pretending that they're still alive.

They're all DEAD, MAN!  Can't you fucking SMELL IT?

Okay for now,
Dok

[LMNO]

I learned a secret last weekend, Dok... I wasn't looking for it, but it snuck up on me and gave me an atomic wedgie to beat the band.

The weird is still out there.

Out there, in that vast expanse of Boomtown, there are still people who creep around, and want to cross the line and take it to the wall, abd break that fucking wall down, and dance in the rubble.

Authority tried to scatter them, hoping they'd slowly die in isolation, but the Fun™ never dies.  It just changes masks.  If you put your ear to the ground, you might be able to hear them, still swimming upstream, looking for a place to gather.  They're just harder to recognize.

They had their day, before Corporate Interests co-opted the mask.  They were brazen, they flew the flag high... they got NOTICED.

Now, there's a whole lot of KYFMS going on here.  Because where before it was rude, today it's treasonous.  But it's there.  And it's waiting.  And watching.

[Doktor Howl]

If this be treason, LMNO, let's make the most of it.

I fail to see why I should alter my behavior to accommodate monkeys...And yes, this means I will probably get mashed flat sooner or later.  But the fucking monkey suit itches, and I don't feel like wearing it anymore. 

Here I stand, I can do no other.

I'm not one of the living dead, LMNO.  I need AIR.  I gotta BREATHE.

[Doktor Howl]

Bumpity.

[LMNO]

What's amazing is I can never remember reading or writing this stuff, so when it gets bumped, it's like the first time all over again.

[Doktor Howl]

What's amazing is I can never remember reading or writing this stuff, so when it gets bumped, it's like the first time all over again.

Same here.

We're old.   

[LMNO]

MY LAWN.  OFF IT.



...



Hey, where's the old man emoticon?  Or McCain, for that matter?


Oh, there's McCain, at least.

[Triple Zero]

BTW speaking about BlueTooths. You know how the first time you saw those folks you wondered if they were crazy and talking to themselves?

But then you realized oh no they're on the phone.

Well I decided to stop realizing that and assume they're crazy.

More than the poor sods with no phone that indeed just talk (there's not as much here btw). Butt fuck those headset people. It looks fucking stupid and sure every time makes me wonder if you're talking to imaginary friends--BUT having considered everything, I don't see much benefit in making the distinction. Except that the ones not talking into their headset aren't doing it because of their own volition.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

BTW speaking about BlueTooths. You know how the first time you saw those folks you wondered if they were crazy and talking to themselves?

But then you realized oh no they're on the phone.

Well I decided to stop realizing that and assume they're crazy.

More than the poor sods with no phone that indeed just talk (there's not as much here btw). Butt fuck those headset people. It looks fucking stupid and sure every time makes me wonder if you're talking to imaginary friends--BUT having considered everything, I don't see much benefit in making the distinction. Except that the ones not talking into their headset aren't doing it because of their own volition.

My favorite are the ones talking LOUDLY and IMPORTANTLY.

[Triple Zero]

Especially when they end up not wearing a headset and seem to be arguing to get the other person to take the fucking cat out of the microwave.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Did I tell you about the game ML and I used to play, called "HOMELESS... or HIPSTER?"

That could apply very well to this situation as well. Only call it "BATSHIT... or BLUETOOTH?"

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

BTW speaking about BlueTooths. You know how the first time you saw those folks you wondered if they were crazy and talking to themselves?

But then you realized oh no they're on the phone.

Well I decided to stop realizing that and assume they're crazy.

More than the poor sods with no phone that indeed just talk (there's not as much here btw). Butt fuck those headset people. It looks fucking stupid and sure every time makes me wonder if you're talking to imaginary friends--BUT having considered everything, I don't see much benefit in making the distinction. Except that the ones not talking into their headset aren't doing it because of their own volition.

My favorite are the ones talking LOUDLY and IMPORTANTLY.

Those ones are the best. Especially when they're holding up the line at the sandwich station because they can't stop wagging their peen enough to tell me what they want on their god damn sun-dried tomato wrap.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

BTW speaking about BlueTooths. You know how the first time you saw those folks you wondered if they were crazy and talking to themselves?

But then you realized oh no they're on the phone.

Well I decided to stop realizing that and assume they're crazy.

More than the poor sods with no phone that indeed just talk (there's not as much here btw). Butt fuck those headset people. It looks fucking stupid and sure every time makes me wonder if you're talking to imaginary friends--BUT having considered everything, I don't see much benefit in making the distinction. Except that the ones not talking into their headset aren't doing it because of their own volition.

My favorite are the ones talking LOUDLY and IMPORTANTLY.

Those ones are the best. Especially when they're holding up the line at the sandwich station because they can't stop wagging their peen enough to tell me what they want on their god damn sun-dried tomato wrap.

When I worked retail I would just start helping the person behind them. They hate that.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

BTW speaking about BlueTooths. You know how the first time you saw those folks you wondered if they were crazy and talking to themselves?

But then you realized oh no they're on the phone.

Well I decided to stop realizing that and assume they're crazy.

More than the poor sods with no phone that indeed just talk (there's not as much here btw). Butt fuck those headset people. It looks fucking stupid and sure every time makes me wonder if you're talking to imaginary friends--BUT having considered everything, I don't see much benefit in making the distinction. Except that the ones not talking into their headset aren't doing it because of their own volition.

My favorite are the ones talking LOUDLY and IMPORTANTLY.

Those ones are the best. Especially when they're holding up the line at the sandwich station because they can't stop wagging their peen enough to tell me what they want on their god damn sun-dried tomato wrap.

When I worked retail I would just start helping the person behind them. They hate that.

Yup they do!! 

[navkat]

BTW speaking about BlueTooths. You know how the first time you saw those folks you wondered if they were crazy and talking to themselves?

But then you realized oh no they're on the phone.

Well I decided to stop realizing that and assume they're crazy.

More than the poor sods with no phone that indeed just talk (there's not as much here btw). Butt fuck those headset people. It looks fucking stupid and sure every time makes me wonder if you're talking to imaginary friends--BUT having considered everything, I don't see much benefit in making the distinction. Except that the ones not talking into their headset aren't doing it because of their own volition.

My favorite are the ones talking LOUDLY and IMPORTANTLY.

I have never figured out how to talk importantly.