If the voices are telling you you do not suffer from this illness,
chances are that you do.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
New age zombies
Zombies- the living dead.
In the world of all things cute, "Facebook" there is an option for members to play a game called "yoville". Yoville is a cartoon world where you creat a little avatar -you choose all the features, eyes, nose, ears, eyebrows, eye and hair color. You choose a little outfit for your avatar to wear. You are birthed into yoville owning your own cartoon apartment.
You animate your avatar, and are given points for dancing, fighting, kissing and interacting with other avatars. Interactions are rewarded. Options for more personal interactions are playing "tic tac toe" and "rock paper scissors". (genius)!
You can work in the little widget factory for cartoon money, you can gain "energy points" by spending cartoon money at the coffee shop or diner and eating cartoon pizza and/or drinking cappucinos. If you never got enough of playing with Barbies as a kid, this is the game for you.
Seems innocent and simple enough. I went to visit my husband's avatar in his cartoon apartment. There was another girl avatar in his bedroom. It startled me. Was my husband seeing other avatars behind my two dimensional back? Was he tic tac toeing around on me?
Caught up in my animated emotions, I quickly left and did what any disgruntled cartoon girl does. I changed my hair do in two right clicks of a mouse. Then I visited yoville's nightclub. I discovered you can type your chat in speech balloons. There was alot of graphic hanky panky going on in that nightclub. People asking for more than a game of tic tac toe. Avatars exchanging real life information, for offscreen rendezvous. I found you could click on an avatar and it would lead straight to the member's facebook profile. It was interesting to see whether the real person lived up to their cartoon represented self. In some cases the avatar was far more attractive than the real live person! (nice avatar shame about the face!)
I visited the yoville gym, bank, shopping mall and other fictional places that offered pretend goods for real money. (People spend REAL money on this!)
Then I got adventurous as I examined other options offered: the yoville "adult nightclub"!
That's where the real action is. There were avatars getting down! Speech balloons read like captions from a 1970's porn mag.
The comic side of me got the better of me. I typed in "Jesus loves you" and other such religious epitaphs, and got thrown out! Lol. I was bounced by cartoons for not being rude enough!
I went back to my husband's avatar's apartment. Ahh, good he was alone at last. I threw a snowball at him. He threw a snowball back. I danced with him, he danced too. The weird part is that my real life husband was not online. His avatar was interacting without his knowledge or control. Which begs the question, what do our avatars get up to when we are not online?
In the adult nightclub, there were many non online interactive avatars. If you sat and watched the screen for long enough you could see a "speech loop". Non peopled avatars advertising triple x sites. Cute invites to "cum see me play" were issued, followed by ritualised responses. The "real peopled" avatars continued chatting in amongst the avatar issued spambots. After about five minutes, back to the "cum see me play" routine.
This is our culture's new version of a zombie. We are the creators of our own living dead.
I am waiting for the day that someone brings the yoville chat transcripts to a courtroom to sue a partner for having inappropriate relations with a cartoon. Or for the day when someone sues yoville home depot for non refund for cartoon apartment furnishings.
The truth is, we think we are in control. But are we?
The zombies are taking over.
Be afraid, cute, but very afraid.
In the world of all things cute, "Facebook" there is an option for members to play a game called "yoville". Yoville is a cartoon world where you creat a little avatar -you choose all the features, eyes, nose, ears, eyebrows, eye and hair color. You choose a little outfit for your avatar to wear. You are birthed into yoville owning your own cartoon apartment.
You animate your avatar, and are given points for dancing, fighting, kissing and interacting with other avatars. Interactions are rewarded. Options for more personal interactions are playing "tic tac toe" and "rock paper scissors". (genius)!
You can work in the little widget factory for cartoon money, you can gain "energy points" by spending cartoon money at the coffee shop or diner and eating cartoon pizza and/or drinking cappucinos. If you never got enough of playing with Barbies as a kid, this is the game for you.
Seems innocent and simple enough. I went to visit my husband's avatar in his cartoon apartment. There was another girl avatar in his bedroom. It startled me. Was my husband seeing other avatars behind my two dimensional back? Was he tic tac toeing around on me?
Caught up in my animated emotions, I quickly left and did what any disgruntled cartoon girl does. I changed my hair do in two right clicks of a mouse. Then I visited yoville's nightclub. I discovered you can type your chat in speech balloons. There was alot of graphic hanky panky going on in that nightclub. People asking for more than a game of tic tac toe. Avatars exchanging real life information, for offscreen rendezvous. I found you could click on an avatar and it would lead straight to the member's facebook profile. It was interesting to see whether the real person lived up to their cartoon represented self. In some cases the avatar was far more attractive than the real live person! (nice avatar shame about the face!)
I visited the yoville gym, bank, shopping mall and other fictional places that offered pretend goods for real money. (People spend REAL money on this!)
Then I got adventurous as I examined other options offered: the yoville "adult nightclub"!
That's where the real action is. There were avatars getting down! Speech balloons read like captions from a 1970's porn mag.
The comic side of me got the better of me. I typed in "Jesus loves you" and other such religious epitaphs, and got thrown out! Lol. I was bounced by cartoons for not being rude enough!
I went back to my husband's avatar's apartment. Ahh, good he was alone at last. I threw a snowball at him. He threw a snowball back. I danced with him, he danced too. The weird part is that my real life husband was not online. His avatar was interacting without his knowledge or control. Which begs the question, what do our avatars get up to when we are not online?
In the adult nightclub, there were many non online interactive avatars. If you sat and watched the screen for long enough you could see a "speech loop". Non peopled avatars advertising triple x sites. Cute invites to "cum see me play" were issued, followed by ritualised responses. The "real peopled" avatars continued chatting in amongst the avatar issued spambots. After about five minutes, back to the "cum see me play" routine.
This is our culture's new version of a zombie. We are the creators of our own living dead.
I am waiting for the day that someone brings the yoville chat transcripts to a courtroom to sue a partner for having inappropriate relations with a cartoon. Or for the day when someone sues yoville home depot for non refund for cartoon apartment furnishings.
The truth is, we think we are in control. But are we?
The zombies are taking over.
Be afraid, cute, but very afraid.
Labels:
avatars,
barbie dolls,
cute,
unreal worlds,
yoville,
zombies
Thursday, February 19, 2009
How to tell if you are narcisstically disordered
If you are reading this post and you are upset because you aren't mentioned by name, or a photo of you has not been placed here...chances are good you are suffering from narcissistic personality disorder.
How to tell if you are having a manic episode.
If everything feels like you just won the lotto and you can't make it to the end of this post..........
prolly a manic episode.
prolly a manic episode.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
How to tell if you suffer from anxiety.
When you jump in frightened reaction to your own unanticipated small fart,
you are probably suffering from anxiety.
you are probably suffering from anxiety.
Labels:
farts,
fear,
how to tell you you suffer from anxiety,
stress
Sunday, February 15, 2009
We'll never win the war on terror without a good tune!
War songs! Good tunes that unite people against a common foe. Even the overture of 1812 is stirring stuff!
World war Two?
"There'll be blue birds over, the white cliffs of Dover..."
"Long way to Tipperary"
etc. Whistling, marching feel good as you stand shoulder to shoulder to fight the Germans, the Japs, or whoever it is that's doin humanity wrong!
It's why the Germans never won. They had crappy songs. Can't exactly march along to beer barrel polka tunes.
And although the songs during the Vietnam era were good, you can't exactly feel united and honorably "fighty" while marchin' along to "heard it through the grapevine" or Jimmi Hendrix.
And that's prolly why we lost that one. Bad tunes.
Going to lose the Iraq war too.
Too much heavy metal. And country and western doesn't exactly cut it either. Not exactly feel good as you march along stuff....
What we need is good honest feel good fightin' music.
World war Two?
"There'll be blue birds over, the white cliffs of Dover..."
"Long way to Tipperary"
etc. Whistling, marching feel good as you stand shoulder to shoulder to fight the Germans, the Japs, or whoever it is that's doin humanity wrong!
It's why the Germans never won. They had crappy songs. Can't exactly march along to beer barrel polka tunes.
And although the songs during the Vietnam era were good, you can't exactly feel united and honorably "fighty" while marchin' along to "heard it through the grapevine" or Jimmi Hendrix.
And that's prolly why we lost that one. Bad tunes.
Going to lose the Iraq war too.
Too much heavy metal. And country and western doesn't exactly cut it either. Not exactly feel good as you march along stuff....
What we need is good honest feel good fightin' music.
Labels:
brass bands,
fighting music,
war tunes,
we are going to lose
Friday, February 13, 2009
How to tell when you are depressed.
How do you know if you are depressed? There's alot of information out there. It can be depressing just trying to google your way through it.
Here's the general clue:
if you are too sad to whistle
and too sad to wank
chances are good you have depression.
Here's the general clue:
if you are too sad to whistle
and too sad to wank
chances are good you have depression.
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