Attention Shoppers, Part I

Welcome to the 21st century.  And, well.... the mid 20th   and ummm, basically all of the dark ages up through the Puritan era.

Peep this kids.  It's An article on 'Digital Drugs' from your friends and mine over at Wired.

Go ahead, I'll wait here....

For those of you too damn lazy to follow the jump and read roughly 4 paragraphs, lemme sum it up for ya:
Disclaimer: anything lost in traslation is your own fucking fault

Apparently the latest kick for kids is getting high off of certain mp3s through their headphones.  Said 'music' can apparently be found, you guessed it, on youtbe.  BUT, just the first one, after that you gota ta pay up.  That oh so deicious 'first taste' that so many empires peddling the vices of mankind have been founded upon.  "Nah, it's cool man, your first one's on the house"  How many pitiful motherfuckers have heard THAT fateful line?  But I digress.

So this music (actually binaural beats, also know as binaural tones; a long understood concept in the scientific world and never once actually mentioned in the article) supposedly is capable of inducing the euphoric feeling commonly known to folks throughout the ages as getting high.  The name they have given to this little phenomenon is i-dosing.  Ok, let me just say that at this moment, the article had my attention.  Yeah, I was all ears chief.  Fill me in, drop it on me, put a brotha in the loop goddamn it! 

And right about there, it all went sideways.  Our little slice of actually useful information skidded off the rails and went ass over tits into yet another terrifying example of your tax dollars hard at very narrow-minded work.  Honestly, these quotes are worth the price of admission alone:

"Kids are going to flock to these sites just to see what it is about and it can lead them to other places,” Oklahoma Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs spokesman Mark Woodward told News 9.
Even better:

"Oklahoma’s Mustang Public School district isn’t taking the threat lightly, and sent out a letter to parents warning them of the new craze. The educators have gone so far as to ban iPods at school, in hopes of preventing honor students from becoming cyber-drug fiends, News 9 reports."

Yeah, just chew on that for a minute.  It's cool, read them a few times if you need to digest.

Cool, welcome back to those of you who utilized 3 minutes of personal commitment to actually reading the Wired article.  You should be commended.  Besides, there is no way I could adequately express just how batshit those peope sounded in a summarizing one-liner. You guys know what I'm sayin... :high five


So....  I don't even know what to say at this point.  I mean, I have a diatribe brewing in my skull to be sure but, the quittin' time bell isn't leaving me the adequate amount of time to fully address this shit right now.  So, assuming I still give a damn later, you'll get to listen to my drivel in part II.  Until then, party on Wayne.


Comments welcome....

The Weird Turn Pro: Two hats for my ape, please. Make 'em smart ones. ...

 "Two hats for my ape, please. Make 'em smart ones, with feathers...bright fucking feathers. He's got to look the business. And no more fucking grape fruit"

In the Beginning....

 .... 1)Job created boredom near to death 2)and the death would not come and the boredom was without relent and delerium was upon the face of the Bored and the spirit of resentment was upon the face of the Office. 3)and the Bored said, Let there be blog: and there was blog

Ok, so I think we all see what is spawning this venture.  Pure, unadulterated Boredom.  Let's not confuse this little cubby hole in cyberspace with some higher purpose to enlighten the masses and bring untold fame and self-satisfaction to the author.  No, this is pretty much just a personal project to kill time during an excrutiatingly boring job and maybe put into material existence some of the random nonsense that bounces around the head of myself and a few select sociopaths that I consider to be my near and dears, during the course of the day.  Any illusions of regularly scheduled posts, consistent subject matter, or even consideration for others should be quickly dismissed.  You may get offended, you may piss yourself laughing, you may call your congressman, who knows?  There is no format, there is no purpose, there is no spoon.  Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Alright, I think you get the picture.  So grab your acapulco shirts, your tape recorder for special music and your suitcase.  We've got a very fast car with no top.... Get In