Digital Seeds from a Virutal Core

Next time I go into someone’s home in Suburbia I am going to compulsively check the locks and shut the windows. When they ask me what I am doing, I will respond, “Oh I thought this is what you do when you came into my house, so I thought I’d do the same.”

I am extremely hard to offend, so you know that this behavior as people enter my home of Baltimore, strikes a nerve. Yes you are in a city, it may be less on the news then your “quiet” home, but there is no need for a 5 alarm reaction as you pull off of 295. Sure lock your doors, but you do really have to hit the lock 5 times and roll up the window as if toxic gas is coming in.

Seriously, this is my home you’re reacting to. No one, EVER, has been pulled from their car in broad daylight on a major highway and raped and killed. I always drive with my windows down, the homeless have never hassled me, but with a smile.

I dare you all to Be More.

Take on the Huns, they’ll put you in your place.

Americans consider the British to have dry human; however, we also consider history to be dry. British history is a far cry from dry, and I would not have liked to memorize it all, as American kids we had it easy starting only from the 1600s.
This rant is about British movies. One has to know British history to find it really funny. Americans appreciate “stupid” humor, where we do no need to know anything to get the joke. Chugging beer through a beer pong into our assholes and then watching it come back out suits us just fine. There is nothing wrong with this, but it is a very primordial reaction. The British movies are filled with knowledge and wit.
Terry Gilliam, director of Monty Python and other great adventure films, once touched me and held me tenderly in his arms. I got a tasty STD from that funny looking British man, but it was well worth it. As the nuns use to say, “Anything worth doing, is worth doing right.”