I don't usually post blogs.
If i do, it's nothing relavant to... well anything really.

But.... 


well lemme just jump right in.

If you know me, you know i've been clinically diagnosed with ADHD. 

( ORLY?)  (O.O) 

I just stumbled upon a "lamens" explanation on what is going on in the brain of an ADDer, note that ADD and ADHD are autistic spectrum disorders, similar to, but not as severe as, Aspergers or Rett's Syndrome.

I could go on and on about failing serotonin re-uptake, and decreased dopamine levels, but every time i do that, YOU PEOPLE all go ADD on me.  (>_<)

Now i know, right now you're thinking of that one ADD friend you had in high school, or whatever.

Ya, the one who was a cheerleader.

Always smiling, motivated,  just very hyper.

 All A's,  Went to stanford.

She got a degree in womens studies. (lame)


Sucked that one guys dick


Yea that guy


Married that dick.


Got Aids cause he was a closet homosexual.


Developed a meth habit...


Wait. . .   (O.o)


I just want people to keep in mind, there are a lot of misdiagnoses going on.   Some of these kids are just jacked up on Adderall.

Well in my day, it was Methlyphenidate. Yum. 10mg of straight speed.

I remember my mom telling me thats how 'normal' people felt all the time.

If only.

The symptoms, sometimes, are in fact side effects of the drugs they  have been prescribed.

They're fuckin tweakin.  (()_o)

Because of gross over diagnoses, the perceived severity of the disorder has diminished. 

People shrug it off.

Consequently,  we are labeled as lazy, stupid and crazy. 

eg.
so much i could do +  can't decide = do nothing

conversing + communication fails = say nothing 

say nothing + do nothing =  Has anybody seen my sanity?

It's temporary, but obnoxious.

So a lot of the time, we'll just run with those labels.

And end up wondering if we actually are fucking R-tarded.   

We all know you never tell a tard the truth.

You just plop them in front of a tv, or a computer screen...

Wait...    what...  

Aw shit.  (>_<)


Where was I...

Oh, right.

Labels.

To put it lightly. . .



fuck off and die.     

If i have to hear one more self righteous conservative fuck give me life advice in the form of a nike slogan

I'm gonna punch a baby.


Or chime in with that whole...

"Really, i think we're all a little lacking in focus, don't worry so much."

bullshit

Don't push me.

I'll sell your goddamn heart pills to a wetback with no social.

So then, when you die, likely from auto-erotic asphyxiation, he can have your desk job.

Hope you didn't invest in any personalized office supplies.

Commie.


I have never experienced 'normal' reality as any one but this one, so i don't know what it's like to have a normal limbic system. 

My inhibitions are comparable i guess to your engine not turning over.

it makes noise, fires, and dies.

Almost made it this time!

So much for self-preservation huh.

There is very little vocational assistance for ADDers anymore because of the over diagnosis of the disorder.

And fuck all if THAT kid has something like...

I don't know... temporal lobe epilepsy?

 which can cause a child to zone out into space, or into the floor, Mimicing autistic tendencies. Destroying neuronal infrastructures in the process.

As his brain seizes, he converses with the machine elves, Mommy and the boyfriend (daddy's in jail)  call the family pediatrician.
 
Oh, or the little girl with childhood bipolar disorder, where mania occurs much more frequently than with adults. Prompting a visit to the clinic.

These people are not being helped by having a false diagnosis either, giving a child whose brain is on a proverbial roller coaster an upper is a great way to burn out neurons.

Hey, they could always work for star bucks tho, ya know!

Enough ranting. 

click here

because it turns me on (^_^)

And this.

I don't really agree with their view on typecasting it however, because it varies frequently in my exp.

I just posted this because...

Well... Cause...

Fuck.  

On Impulse.


I need more coffee.

-Robbie (^_^)

Found this online as well.

great shit. (^_^)

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Dealing with Assholes


This is for all of you who occasionally have a really bad day when you just need to take it out on someone!!! Don't take that bad day out on someone you know, take it out on someone you DON'T know!!!

Now get this. I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Patrick Hanifin and could I please speak to Robin Carter?"

Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn't believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. She had transposed the last two digits incorrectly.

After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong number still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same person once more answered, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "asshole," and put it in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills, or had a really bad day, I'd call him up. He'd answer, and then I'd yell, "You're an asshole!" It would always cheer me up.

Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This was a real disappointment for me, I would have to stop calling the asshole.

Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his voice, "Hello." I made up a name. "Hi. This is the sales office of the telephone company and I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with our caller ID program?" He went, "No!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"

The reason I took the time to tell you this story, is to show you how if there's ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it. Just dial 823-4863.

Then, one day this old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of the parking space. I didn't think she was ever going to leave. Finally, her car began to move and she started to very slowly back out of the slot. I backed up a little more to give her plenty of room to pull out.

Great, I thought, she's finally leaving.

All of a sudden this black Camaro came flying up the parking aisle in the wrong direction and pulled into her space. I started honking my horn and yelling, "You can't just do that, Buddy. I was here first!" The guy climbed out of his Camaro completely ignoring me. He walked toward the mall as if he didn't even hear me. I thought to myself, this guy's an asshole; there sure are a lot of assholes in this world. I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for another place to park.

A couple of days later, I'm at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 823-4863 and yelling, "You're an asshole!" (It's really easy to call him now since I have his number on speed dial.) I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Camaro lying on my desk and thought I'd better call this guy, too.

After a couple rings someone answered the phone and said, "Hello."

I said, "Is this the man with the black Camaro for sale?"

"Yes, it is."

"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th street. It's a yellow house and the car's parked right out front."

I said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Don Hansen."

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home in the evenings."

"Listen Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes."

"Don, you're an asshole!" And I slammed the phone down.

After I hung up I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialer. For a while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two assholes to call. Then after several months of calling the assholes and hanging up on them, it just wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a solution.

First, I had my phone dial Asshole 1. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello." I yelled "You're an asshole!", but I didn't hang up.

The asshole said, "Are you still there?"

I said, "Yeah."

He said, "Stop calling me."

I said, "No."

He said, "What's your name, Pal?"

I said, "Don Hansen."

He said "Where do you live?"

"1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and my black Camaro's parked out front."

"I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your prayers."

"Yeah, like I'm really scared, Asshole!" and I hung up.

Then I called Asshole 2.

He answered, "Hello."

I said, "Hello, Asshole!"

He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You'll what?"

"I'll kick your butt."

"Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now Asshole!"

And I hung up.

Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon as he got home. Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going on down West 34th Street.

After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing. Glorious! If you want to watch two Assholes kicking the crap out of each other in front of 6 squad cars and a police helicopter, ...

I taped it all off the evening news. lol


~Anonymous~

FOURTEEN CHARACTERISTICS OF FASCISM

Dr. Lawrence Britt, a political scientist, wrote an article about fascism which appeared in Free Inquiry magazine, a journal of humanist thought. Dr. Britt studied the fascist regimes of Hitler (Germany), Mussolini (Italy), Franco (Spain), Suharto (Indonesia), and Pinochet (Chile). He found the regimes all had 14 things in common, and he calls these the identifying characteristics of fascism. The article is titled "Fascism Anyone?," and appears in Free Inquiry's Spring 2003 issue on page 20.

The 14 characteristics are:

1.. Powerful and Continuing Nationalism – Fascist regimes tend to make constant use of patriotic mottos, slogans, symbols, songs, and other paraphernalia. Flags are seen everywhere, as are flag symbols on clothing and in public displays.

2.. Disdain for the Recognition of Human Rights – Because of fear of enemies and the need for security, the people in fascist regimes are persuaded that human rights can be ignored in certain cases because of "need." The people tend to 'look the other way' of even approve of torture, summary executions, assassinations, long incarcerations of prisoners, etc.

3.. Identification of Enemies/Scapegoats as a Unifying Cause – The people are rallied into a unifying patriotic frenzy over the need to eliminate a perceived common threat or foe; racial, ethnic or religious minorities; liberals; communists; socialists; terrorists, etc.

4.. Supremacy of the Military – Even when there are widespread domestic problems, the military is given a disproportionate amount of government funding, and the domestic agenda is neglected. Soldiers and military service are glamorized.

5.. Rampant Sexism – The government if fascist nations tend to be almost exclusively male-dominated. Under fascist regimes, traditional gender roles are made more rigid. Opposition to abortion is high, as is homophobia and anti-gay legislation and national policy.

6.. Controlled Mass Media – Sometimes the media is directly controlled by the government, but in other cases, the media is indirectly controlled by government regulation, or through sympathetic media spokespeople and executives. Censorship, especially in wartime, is very common.

7.. Obsession with National Security – Fear is used as a motivation tool by the government over the masses.

8.. Religion and Government are Intertwined – Governments in fascist nations tend to use the most common religion in the nation as a tool to manipulate public opinion. Religious rhetoric and terminology is common from government leaders, even when the major tenets of the religion are diametrically opposed to the government's policies or actions.

9.. Corporate Power is Protected – The industrial and business aristocracy of a fascist nation often are the ones who put the government leaders in power, creating a mutually beneficial business/government relationship and power elite.

10.. Labor Power is Suppressed – Because the organizing power of labor is the only real threat to a fascist government, labor unions are either eliminated entirely or are severely suppressed.

11.. Disdain for Intellectuals and the Arts – Fascist nations tend to promote and tolerate open hostility to higher education, and academia. It is not uncommon for professors and other academics to be censored or even arrested. Free expression in the arts is openly attacked, and governments often refuse to fund the arts.

12.. Obsession with Crime and Punishment – Under fascist regimes, the police are given almost limitless power to enforce laws. The people are often willing to overlook police abuses, and even forego civil liberties, in the name of patriotism. There is often a national police force with virtually unlimited power in fascist nations.

13.. Rampant Cronyism and Corruption – Fascist regimes almost always are governed by groups of friends and associates who appoint each other to government positions, and who use governmental power and authority to protect their friends from accountability.

14.. Fraudulent Elections – Sometimes elections in fascist nations are a complete sham. Other times elections are manipulated by smear campaigns against (or even the assassination of) the opposition candidates, the use of legislation to control voting numbers or political district boundaries, and the manipulation of the media. Fascist nations also typically use their judiciaries to manipulate or control elections.


Life is as simple as the pattern sequences they taught us in kindergarten.

Sane people are crazy.


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zeitgeistmovie.com

The Hackers Manifesto

by
+++The Mentor+++
Written January 8, 1986

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.


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Welcome to our world.










zeitgeistmovie.com

I've been feeling not quite anything again lately.

I think im questioning my motives too much.

then again, maybe not.

I've felt like there's something im missing.

and not so much in a literal form, but more along the lines of

a perceptual gap, or hole.

a peice of the puzzle swept under the rug.

Now if i could only find the rug.



Or maybe its that something has been taken from me, or passed me by.

Something i should have taken advantage of.

But i wont be able to pinpoint it, even if that is the case.

I dont know.

Might as fuckin' well be.


Im gonna write a lameass song about it.

Myspam deez nuts!

What are we all wasting away for.

no more innovators.

no more pioneers

no longer in a land of entrepreneurship, fresh and teeming with possibility

we're now locked down in a cyclical consumerist economy.

structured in a way that creates a paradigm in which the good are perishing, and the corruption in the world is breaking new ground in their science of destruction through seduction.

What are the benefits?

Where is this all supposed to lead?

Where can a capitalist nation with too many resources on its hands actually go?

With health care advancing and immigration on the rise we're going the way of the orient.

Overpopulation mixed with skewed inflation, corporate downsizing and outsourcing, is having an adverse affect on not the individual, but those around them. Their families.

Its not the affliction of one man, but the plight of his child.

It's starting to become a service workers paradise.

Between social stigma and the madhouse we call the entertainment industry, image sells.

We know this, as do they.

Herein lies a real issue

Neuroscience Technology R&D is never going to sound as flashy as the idea of wearing spandex and getting perpetually laid and fucked up for the rest of your days.

Or being the one to make the mid court buzzer shot for the game point during the final March Madness game.

Now im not saying i haven't bought in, or sold out to at least a portion of the superficiality of it all.
I know im probably a crystal clear representation of what im talking about.

Maybe you're a writer, or a comic.

Maybe you claim you're aphotographer.

Or maybe you're the next Tony Alva

I don't care.

Play your stage for what its worth.

But we still need an army to create something other than a 60min masquerade

If we don't do something.

Our grandchildren are . . .

Ya know, i haven't done one of these in a minute.

Here's my life for the past i don't know.

So, slowly i have beaten all the addictions, and the only 3 vices that hold me by the balls, is a pole, the bowl and a red headed slut i think i'll call Mary.

Not so bad eh?


Well, i've picked up music again, and am in a local Indie/Metal/Rock band.

Some Sort of Substance

I've also picked up skating pretty hardcore again. I think that really comes with the summer.

Still Single, and LOVIN THE SHIT OUT OF IT!

Decided what im going to do with myself.

Starting school in the fall, taking various buisness, marketing, administration, economics and what not.

Not to mention specialized courses in financial well being.

And of course, i HAVE to have a minor in Psych.

So, thats that.

Im not unveiling my plan here, for fear a more wealthy being might capitalize before i can achieve my goal.

So, to all those in the dark i bid you adieu.

And know, that i will leave an epic in my place when i finally get to die.
-Robbie

Alright kids here's the lineup thus far.

Jason Fountain-Drums
Bud- Guitar
Robbie-Vocals

We're all writing all the music.   

We're blunt, if it sucks you are going to know.  

We NEED the following.

Bassist/Vocalist
Guitarist/vocalist
Synth/DJ/keyboard/vocals  (hopefully a multitalented someone)

I need backup vocals, this is a big push, i need a singer and a screamer.  most importantly i need someone who can actually sing well, and harmonize with me.  

Music genre definition is null and void, its totally experimental.

I'd like some people with open minds towards music.  I need some people who would like to do some music in the electronica/industrial/powerpop realms.

We all have rock/punk/metal influences, however i've got a softer side that is going to come through.  

We essentially are auditioning so to speak, if you are interested in making some music let me know, we'll jam and talk and see if we fit.  

Hell, when it comes down to it i may not fit with who i have, or vice versa.

please people i need talent to feed off of.  

Age is another thing, i would prefer people who are either out of high school, or completing it this year.  

If you think you're a prodigy though (bill)  then go ahead and hit me up because talent precedes all stipulations.

But i would prefer to work with older people, simply because of time constraints and scheduling.
hit me up.
-Robbie

Seriously guys.  

This is too much, I've been looking at alot of information on smoking lately.

Your lungs don't heal.   Once you reach adulthood your lungs just deteriorate. 

And if you're like me and smoke green on top of this i can only imagine what our lungs must look like.  

And for all you people looking at these pics on my profile and thinking, hey that only happens after a lifetime of smoking.   

Ok, maybe.  

But, has anyone ever mentioned that nicotine's interaction with the brain decreases IQ?    It does.   It makes us dumber.   

Take out one of your cigarettes and look at that shit.  Does this product look like something anyone should be using?   Hell no.  

It's doing nothing but holding us down hard. 

Do it with me people, cut it back and cut it out. 

Im reducing my pack habit from 7 a week, to 3 a week, which alots me 8 cigarettes a day.   When you think about it, thats alot of smokes. 

I've been smoking at least 140 cigarettes a week for 3 years now. 

Not to mention the weed. 

Then there's the times i got stupid and inhaled more corrosive substances...

This has got to stop, this just can't be good for us.