Friday, June 24, 2011

Johnny Rumble:

We've all done it, and those that say they haven't are just lying through their god-damned teeth.

The rightclickopeninnewtab/window deathtrap of blue hyperlinkedness that is Wikipedia.  That is, unless you run a Mac. 

Fuck Macintosh.  But that's another story.

Don't get me wrong, I really, really like Wikipedia.  It's a very useful tool for me.  I can find nearly everything on Wikipedia now, from information about a particular music album to universal events on any given day, from 6000 years ago to eleventy-billion years in the future.  It is, i must adimt, rather sad that in just five years of really using Wikipedia, I believe that I have learned more relevent information for the here-and-now of my life than in the previous eighteen years of school and university.  I've learned about Lagrangian points and determined that it would pretty cool to have the mathmatical diagram tattooed into my skin, the Century series of American fighters, the original magazine-format of Top Gear, along with numerous other factoids about cars, astronomy, history, people, places and times.

I don't know if this is just the rapid advance of technology that has allowed my brain to become filled to the point of non-retainance, or just plain old information overload that we as the next-generation have been subjected to and have overcome with our own versions of the somewhat problem (a la Facebook, SMS messaging, and always-connecttedness.  Minty Andee got away from it all with a great degree of self-described success.).

I'm still unsure if I like this "problem."  Somedays I'm a complete Menonite with everything I own, and other days I just can't get away from the keyboard on either my computer or my phone.  I'm wondering if I need a country re-education with a Mud Swamper C10, tinny radio playing KXXY and a pyramid of cans on the tailgate.

Sounds fuckin' dandy,

Johnny Rumble

Friday, June 10, 2011

Johnny Rumble:
Smile Worthy Things in Alphabet

Another person smiling will just lighten up my day, make it a
Brighter existance, just so that I have the
Chance to go buy that pair of
Dykes I've been
Eyeing at the welder's supply for a
Fortnight, so that I can finally, finally
Get to all the re-wiring I've been fix around the
Home, but
Instead, I'll continue working at my upscale
Jiffy Lube-type job at the local tyre shop, with all freedoms that good bosses bring, unlike at
Kwik-Kar, but I digress, I'm
Learning more there now, and I think am happier with this job, than to sit,
Morbidly and obese in some small
No nonsence
Office cubicle
Preparing TPS reports, intentionally forgeting the covers, hoping to rotated to
Qatar for some fun in the hot blazing sun,
Returning with a wonderful golden tan,
Slimmer, more condenced, concentrated, spicy and
Tangy, like those first few sips from slightly
Unfrozen Gatorade, that first little bit, extra blue, extra sugary,
Vectoring toward the horizon, flinging away the
Waywardness, the
Xerox copy of every teenagers angsty life, measuring everything I do to the
Yardstick that I set for myself, eventually, just maybe retiring on the island of
Zealand, in the outskirts of Copenhagen, to live, and die, an Expat.

Talking about unfocused poetry, fuck me...,

Johnny Rumble