Sims....Double Take

So Tim asked that I elaborate on my initial comment that Sims is a metaphor for life...and since I do EVERYTHING he asks, I will comply. But since I also happen to be LAZY- I will pull my words from my man Chuck. Chuck Klosterman that is.

I happen to think that Chuck Klosterman is a GENIUS and definitely on to something...

So here's where we agree where it comes to The Sims --

"What makes The Sims so popular is its dogged adherence to the minutiae of subsistence, and that's where we're supposed to feel the realism. But the realism I felt was the worst kind; it was the hopeless realization that I was doomer to live in my own prison, just like the singer of Creed. The Sims makes the unconscious conscious, but not in an existential Zen way; The Sims forces you to think about how even free people are eternally enslaved by the processes of living. Suddenly I had to plan to take a shower. And though I need to do all those things in reality, the thoughts scarely cross my mind unless I'm plugged into this game."

I played The Sims for a one-time period of six months. After six months it just gets DEPRESSING. It's like you're literally outside looking in (specifically true in my case as I thought it would be rad to make my Sim as close to a spitting image of me as possible). Note to those who want to jump into the Sim arena- make your Sim have as little resemblance to your true self as possible... SCARY

That reminds me..... I need to go pee....

The Sims as a Metaphor for Life?

My life right now feels like a perpetual Sims game.....

The Emmys....What a Sham!

So I watched the Emmy's last night and let me tell you.....it's not worth the three hours of your life you waste watching it. I remember growing up and award shows like the Emmys, Golden Globes and Oscars were a BIG DEAL. There was a level of prestige that went with winning an award.

Now... however, its nothing but a freak show. They have Ryan Seacrest hosting the show for god's sake. The only highlight being that the "blue" carpet and stage were made of recyclable materials.

Also, thought it was hilarious how they cut Sally Field off during her Anti-War/Acceptance speech.

But seriously- what's with the Emmy's. Look at the nominees...American Idol was nominated for an Emmy. And Tony Bennett took home like six. And fucking James Spader wins over James Gandolfini. Seriously who is getting paid in the Academy and what would it take for Emmy's to be awarded to actual talent?

And to top it all off they had Jersey Boys sing a tribute to the Sopranos. These uber-feminine broadway dancers are belting out "Bye Bye Baby" while they show a montage of Tony Soprano killing people. It was hilarious/absolutely absurd.

What's next...Brittany's tribute to Sex and the City?

According to Aol.com, the Emmy's averaged nearly 19 percent fewer viewers than tuned in last year. Is it any wonder? I think not.

5 O'Clock World

I have come across an important fact upon entering the work world....

No matter who you are , what you do or however great your your job may be...at the end of the day everyone is secretly waiting for that 5 o'clock bell to ring.

I still have 56 minutes left....damn

Adult= Boring

I'm bored....and not bored in the I'm going to eat a pound of chocolate and play Super Mario kinda way, but the general bored with life bored. Sometimes I can't help but think that all the excitement has passed me as I jump in this so called adult business.

Work is meh. I like it for the most part....co-workers are awesome, super flexible, clients keep it interesting on a semi-regular basis-- but it's not new anymore. The initial appeal has worn off and given way to a day-to-day routine. It's not even bad, just blah.

I kinda miss those chaotic college days when you're struggling to find ways to pay tuition and eat from week to week. When you come home from work to eat ice cream from the pint and bullshit about ridiculousness while your roommate soaks her nasty feet in vinegar because they smell- and the other one complains about the rising costs of.....welll....everything.

Here's my average day.....

7:00 drag myself out of bed into the shower
8:00 leave for work
8:30 check email
9-5 typical work routine
5-6 frantically trying to finish up so I can go home
6-11 come home, watch multiple hours of bad TV, talk to myself (because Mike is locked in his room doing his teaching stuff), work a bit, contemplate going to the gym-but then don't, pick up the phone to make a call and realize I don't get service, sit staring at kitty wishing my friends lived closer

Weekends are usually filled with Mike and I trying to contact friends to come visit... then finally giving up, ordering a pizza and playing Super Mario.

I miss the randomness- and anticipation of trying to figure out what comes next. Now I'm just.......bored.

And bored is not always a good thing because when I'm bored I get paranoid. And I have a tendency to let my mind take over, which is never good because I over analyze everything.

Moral of the story.....I need a hobby, friends in San Jose, or a new video game.

Random Randomness

I felt compelled to write a blog post but don't have anything interesting to say, which annoys the shit out of me for two reasons: 1.) I hate writing bullshit posts (too late...see below) and 2.) I hate having a blog I never write in.

So I figured I can just comment on a couple items that are floating around my head at this particular time...

On Monday I went shopping with Anna and bought a book. I bought the book primarily for the title, "Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs." But, I'm reading the book now and it's damn good. Chuck Klosterman examines pop culture and uses it as a reference to show us how far we've gotten off track. My favorite essay, " This is Emo" looks at those sappy romantic comedies and how they've permanently ruined the meaning of relationships because everyone is looking for their Lloyd Dobler (Say Anything- for those of you who don't know). It was a refreshing slap in the face, while I was reading it I immediately felt guilty. But my Lloyd Dobbler is acutally Aidan Shaw from Sex and the City! I'm addicted. I'm sure I'll have more to say about this book when I finish.

Speaking of addicted, my autographed first edition of Chuck Palahniuk's "Choke" came in today. WOOT!

I've been on AIM lately while I do home "work" stuff. I've been having some interesting chats with an old boss of mine. I strangely enjoy bullshitting with the guy despite the fact that he can be slightly inappropriate and is not quite sane. This guy works on a number of different inventions, my favorite being what he calls the "Taco Pop." I had a prototype next to my desk while I worked there--it was a toilet paper roll with a white piece of paper glued around it and on it was printed the words "Taco Pop." Then there was a syringe/straw/cardboard circle contraction that pushed the taco up for your eating pleasure. He was hoping to market it to fast food joints as the new coffee sleeve of fast food. Ridiculous...I know. Anyway-- he's crazy and has the craziest things to say... but I actually find myself looking forward to bullshitting with him via AIM. I think the craziness helps break up my monotonous routine. Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to be a crazy inventor with one somewhat useful product that hires people on a whim and writes them bad checks. Maybe when I get older I'll become a crazy loon and write bunk checks.

Speaking of crazy loon- I've decided that when I get so old that I begin to slowly start my decline that I will do lots of drugs. If you're going to die anyway...why delay the process? I might as well go out with a bang. I'm thinking maybe acid or heroin. Any thoughts?

That's all I got for now--I promise I will try and make my next post a little more meaningful. Until then you will just have to suffer through my random craziness. And no Anna....I'm not depressed =)