Goodbye Facebook

Well I'm finally back to this blog. I recently deactivated my Facebook account after I decided that it was simply not what I wanted to be involved in. Sure I reconnected with people I hadn't seen in a while, Certainly I could get updates on family that lived far away from me, but in the end it just seemed to trivialize all of these relationships into a series of 3 line blurbs. The people I didn't talk to, well I still didn't talk to them on Facebook, but because we were Facebook friends, did that really mean anything? And for the people I did talk to on Facebook, everything was simplified condensed and non personalized for mass consumption by a menagerie of potential wall readers, in my opinion, making even those relationships less than what they might be.

I won't even go into the intellectually offensive nature of many of the apps and the games, most appearing to be designed to appeal for those 12 and under, but even so, many seem to spend hours playing these mind numbingly simplistic games.

The whole thing just got a bit too much for me, and so here I am. I may not talk to many of my "friends" here, and sometimes to no one at all, but at least it's not a continuous stream of inane small talk;)

Here is a much more entertaining article on the subject that sums up my feeling pretty well. I hate Facebook

Pics from the edge (of my roof)

It was such an incredible day for the end of December I decided to take a few pics, all from the roof.  all were taken a few days ago, except for this first one which I took a few months ago.  

A recent visit to the beach

A few weeks ago, just before the weather started turning cold, I took probably my last trip to the beach until next year and snapped a few pics.  It was just south of Huntington, at a place I used to love going to when I lived nearby in Costa Mesa. I would go down after work in the summer, around 6:30, when all the crowds had gone home for the day, and spend a couple hours until sunset.  I never really fully appreciated just how much of a difference moving just 20 minutes away from the ocean would make, but then we never fully appreciate anything we have until it's gone. 

California Yes on 8 zombies

I drive around this city in fear. The fear of being surrounded by an intersection full of mindless "Yes on 8" zombies waving signs, but then it just gets worse. I begin to hear all the honks of support from all the passers by, and then it hits me. "OH DAMN, I'm surrounded by hundreds of these unconscious creatures from beyond the grave". It is a frightful sight to see so many of the undead who think this is the issue worth getting out and fighting for, when there are so many other critical issues facing the US at the moment. One can't be too surprised however, considering that the infection has been allowed to spread to such a large segment of our population. What infection? I'm sure you have seen the signs. The ability to disregard truth without hesitation. The ability to redefine reality with just a word. The ability to be led by the nose as if a puppet on a string? Yes that's right. It's the members of your local church, all of them having their strings jerked at the same time. I swear if one of them raises their finger and points at me while wailing like a banshee, I'm going to drive a stake through it's heart.