Well, after a prolonged absence from tinterweb, and after a barrage of upsetting, depressing and downright hysterical media, I have decided to (susp?)end this blog until I feel sufficiently encouraged/irritated by society's progress/probable doom.
I fear that I may not be writing for some time...
However, I would like to continue the tradition of starting off ranting, continuing to rant, and finishing on a particularly meaningful section of aforementioned rant.
Right, so the way I see it, we are all going to die. Though the way humanity is going, we are going to die quickly, in three specific ways. Warning: contains strong themes of doom.
Number one is a method favoured by chef's: First we shall be marinated in a salty sauce of melting glaciers and polar ice caps; next minute boiled, electrocuted and pummelled by extreme weather conditions as the Gulf stream goes haywire, and then either frozen or gently steamed as the planet goes into deep-freeze/meltdown. Not to mention the whole rainforest thing, but then the chefs were busy using them as fuel for the barbeques.
Number two concerns society as a whole turning violently cannibal and trying to eat itself, and then curling up into tiny factions nursing their injuries, while the crumbling pillars of civilisation cheerfully rain their ashes down upon them. Anarchy becomes king, millions are killed in wars, multinational companies blame each other and brag about whose debts are the biggest, politians are recognised for the crooks they are and staked throught their hearts. Ahem.
Number three is most prominant at the moment: the global food crisis. In a nutshell, we in the West eat far too much than is good for us; farm too efficiently, using dangerous chemicals and producing food surplusses; not efficiently enough and using ludicrous amounts of land for not much useful output; inporting too many products from starving countries which we could grow ourselves... Yakkety-yak, the list goes on.
And then, just as we think it can't get any worse; that we've made a complete hash of the market and that no-one, not even George W. Bush could have performed worse (snigger), along comes China, and demands a Supersize Big Mac with fries please. When we tell them politely that they really oughtn't to follow our idiotic ways, the developing world throws a tantrum, and aims a lot of pointy weapons at us. Which leads us back to number two...
Anyway, that was quite fun to write, but I must be off now lest I think of any more negativity and start sitting in a corner cutting myself...
Solidarity, and hope for the future,
Anna.
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Saturday, 13 June 2009
140 characters just isn't enough.
Finally finished ye worke experience. Hoorah!
And what did I get out of it?
A free mug and a broken biro. Ah well.
Salutations once again
Today's post shall be mainly about the subject of social networks, and why I, like many others, find them intensely irritating.
And before you interrupt, yes, I am a slight hypocrit, belonging to in no particular order:
MSN, Bebo, Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, and Hi5.
I have no idea how I became a member of the latter two; their monthly newsletters just started appearing in my inbox one day.
What happened to talking to people face to face? It seems to have become unfashionable, the cool thing to be seen doing is being minimalist and ignoring people, getting the wrong message, having a large scale argument via one of the aforementioned networks and coming into school/work the next day even more angry. Rant, fume, mutter.
Speaking of angry, who hasn't received streams of endless pokes on Facebook? If I took that much physical abuse everyday, I would be suing for GBH. Except suing is utterly, utterly wrong, but I'll not go into that - today... (Next post, hmm?) Come on, if you were that desperate to contact some one, you'd just phone them. Right?
Wait, scrap that last point, because in this naive and bleakly acceptant world we live in, taking the initiative seems like too much hard work. Come on Mr Government, sort it out for me!
Whenever I hear people talking about who they talked to on msn last night, I go practically cross-eyed with pent up frustration at their sheer lack of imagination. Do they really have that little to converse about, that they must talk about.. talking? It makes me feel rather queasy, I must say.
This post probably wasn't that informative, but, well... I felt like a good ol' fashioned rant.
And what did I get out of it?
A free mug and a broken biro. Ah well.
Salutations once again
Today's post shall be mainly about the subject of social networks, and why I, like many others, find them intensely irritating.
And before you interrupt, yes, I am a slight hypocrit, belonging to in no particular order:
MSN, Bebo, Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, and Hi5.
I have no idea how I became a member of the latter two; their monthly newsletters just started appearing in my inbox one day.
What happened to talking to people face to face? It seems to have become unfashionable, the cool thing to be seen doing is being minimalist and ignoring people, getting the wrong message, having a large scale argument via one of the aforementioned networks and coming into school/work the next day even more angry. Rant, fume, mutter.
Speaking of angry, who hasn't received streams of endless pokes on Facebook? If I took that much physical abuse everyday, I would be suing for GBH. Except suing is utterly, utterly wrong, but I'll not go into that - today... (Next post, hmm?) Come on, if you were that desperate to contact some one, you'd just phone them. Right?
Wait, scrap that last point, because in this naive and bleakly acceptant world we live in, taking the initiative seems like too much hard work. Come on Mr Government, sort it out for me!
Whenever I hear people talking about who they talked to on msn last night, I go practically cross-eyed with pent up frustration at their sheer lack of imagination. Do they really have that little to converse about, that they must talk about.. talking? It makes me feel rather queasy, I must say.
This post probably wasn't that informative, but, well... I felt like a good ol' fashioned rant.
Signing out for now,
Annarr
Sunday, 7 June 2009
Work Experience - Why bother?
Now we've got past the inevitable intros, let me introduce you to my first "real" post.
Felicitations
I know that I should probably try and put a positive spin on things for those of you that have yet to experience work .. experience. But truly, I can't think of a single good thing to say about the blasted week-long stint that takes the place of a fantastic enrichment trip somewhere exotic.
Basically, even the people who endorse it (The government, Hammett), say the only thing you really get out of it is "experiencing work". Now if that isn't the biggest pile of bovine excrement I've ever heard. I mean, you don't even get paid.
Now to me, 9 -5 job five days a week - pay = slave labour!
Sure, we might not be doing much; we're far too young and incompetent for much more than coffee making at the tender age of 15, but it's still work. Just as long, tiring and monotonous as the drudgery the majority of society does.
I asked fellow angry student, a certain A. Counsell, what s/he thought about this hotly debated subject.
Says I "What are your thoughts on work experience?"
Says S/he "We ought to be paid! We ought not to be cancelled on at last minute! We shouldn't have to speak in code if we've been touched by Mr scrotum!"
And so I must conclude that I am not alone in my detestation of work experience.
Does this post affect you? If so, please dial 0800 leave-a-comment. Thank you.
Anna
Felicitations
I know that I should probably try and put a positive spin on things for those of you that have yet to experience work .. experience. But truly, I can't think of a single good thing to say about the blasted week-long stint that takes the place of a fantastic enrichment trip somewhere exotic.
Basically, even the people who endorse it (The government, Hammett), say the only thing you really get out of it is "experiencing work". Now if that isn't the biggest pile of bovine excrement I've ever heard. I mean, you don't even get paid.
Now to me, 9 -5 job five days a week - pay = slave labour!
Sure, we might not be doing much; we're far too young and incompetent for much more than coffee making at the tender age of 15, but it's still work. Just as long, tiring and monotonous as the drudgery the majority of society does.
I asked fellow angry student, a certain A. Counsell, what s/he thought about this hotly debated subject.
Says I "What are your thoughts on work experience?"
Says S/he "We ought to be paid! We ought not to be cancelled on at last minute! We shouldn't have to speak in code if we've been touched by Mr scrotum!"
And so I must conclude that I am not alone in my detestation of work experience.
Does this post affect you? If so, please dial 0800 leave-a-comment. Thank you.
Anna
First Post - Extreme Merriment!
Greetings fellow computer (ab)users. Welcome to my blog.
I was inspired to write this for two reasons.
1) Some other people I know have reasonably coherent and informative ones (namely i-red, and Miss Parry's geography doodah) which I'm quite fond of
2) having nothing better to do
That sorted, I'm going to do something which I may regret in the future: I'm going to lay down the rules. Gah! If there's one thing we don't need, it's more rules.
Rule the First
Unnecessary violence, swearing or keyboard bashing is hearby prohibited, unless in certain circumstances (see Rule the Second)
Rule the Second
No excessive use of the following "words" : LOL, LMAO, babes, ROFL, etcetera.
You get the gist.
I'm going to stop there as I have noticed that even at this early stage my blog is starting to resemble some kind of shopping list. I hope you enjoy the subsequent musings on life, politics, music and the universe in general.
Anna
I was inspired to write this for two reasons.
1) Some other people I know have reasonably coherent and informative ones (namely i-red, and Miss Parry's geography doodah) which I'm quite fond of
2) having nothing better to do
That sorted, I'm going to do something which I may regret in the future: I'm going to lay down the rules. Gah! If there's one thing we don't need, it's more rules.
Rule the First
Unnecessary violence, swearing or keyboard bashing is hearby prohibited, unless in certain circumstances (see Rule the Second)
Rule the Second
No excessive use of the following "words" : LOL, LMAO, babes, ROFL, etcetera.
You get the gist.
I'm going to stop there as I have noticed that even at this early stage my blog is starting to resemble some kind of shopping list. I hope you enjoy the subsequent musings on life, politics, music and the universe in general.
Anna
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