The Fist of Chaos

I have posted previously my utter disinterest in the World Cup; my view of it as a totally pointless activity.

I maintain that view. But someone close to me has recently been in contact gushing over it; and because of my love for them I have to be interested in the different teams taking part, their comparative strengths and weaknesses, discussions on the stadiums to be used, the individual players ... and so on.

So my worldview is mockingly proven to be a true one: chaos rules everything.

Endless Dross

I sometimes wonder if my posts are somehow attracting the nicey-nicies' blogs. I mean, really; all I can ever find are nice, humdrum morons.

Are you all so pleased with this meaningless world you live in? Do you want to achieve nothing in your lives except pay your bills, copulate, procreate, and die?

Don't you get it yet? There is nothing new. I am dazed with boredom by adverts for 'great new artists', excreting musical offerings that are poor copies of the best of the Sixties and Seventies. Everything original that was worth doing seems to have been done then; everything since is monotonous, soulless, or plagiarized.

CD, DVD, MP3 ... we have perfect memories, guys. Everything that's ever been done is there for us to see and hear. Can we do nothing except recombine all the old stuff? What is the point?

When You Think You're About To Hit Bottom, They Lower It

Yeah, well ... just had a go on 'next blog' again ... if anything, the drivel is getting worse. Happy little stories of irrelevant people's lives, set down so their children can appreciate their parent's mediocrity. Celebrating a child's first steps - well, at least they can pretend they've achieved something in their pointless little life. And recipes for tomato dip, for God's sake.

The worst thing about seeing the world as it really is - hopeless, Godless, meaningless - is the clarity of vision it gives you. The world always looks better when you can't see it too well.