One thing I really dislike about Facebook

You’re reading something that a friend has written in conjunction with a link that they’ve shared, that has appeared on your wall.  The topic of said link is something that could be perceived that of sensitive nature.  A few comments in response are visible, and you see that there is someone who is clearly passionate about the topic of the story within the link, as their comments are verbose, and in spite of the difficulty of conveying tone through text, manage to carry somewhat of an edge, bordering in almost anger, in their written tone.  This is quickly confirmed when you read on, and see that they are questioned, to which their ensuing responses are defensive and hostile.

Unappealing.

As the kids would say it, “they mad.”

The thing is, you do not know this angry person, not really.  A cursory mouse-over glance at their profile reveals that you have 18 mutual friends.  They live in the same region as you do, and/or they have similar interests as you do, and/or they hang in similar niche circles as you do.  Eventually meeting this person, might seem inevitable, and almost probable in the future, depending on just how many people mutually known that would increase or decrease those chances of collision.

But based on what you just witnessed to be some of their social behavior, you ask yourself, would you really want to?

This is something that I really dislike about Facebook, and pretty much all other forms of social media.  I’ve often had difficulty isolating specific things I dislike about social media, but this is definitely one clear aspect, and I’m eager to put it out in words before the train of thought choo-choos past.

But they’re platforms where I can see people I don’t know behave, and by doing such, whether I want to or not, develop preconceived notions about them.

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Are Ravens fans really this dumb?

As we all know by now, the answer to questions like these is always yes, but for the sake of having something to write about…

Long story short: Upon returning to Ravens training camp after being in court for domestic violence charges, Ray Rice was given a hero’s welcome and multiple standing ovations by fans in attendance.

The WSJ link really does sum it up succinctly, but I can recant the story with profanity.  Fans have the right to react in however manner they please, but to give a hero’s welcome a guy who was in court for beating the shit out of his wife?  That’s disgusting.

Ravens fans are dumb.  Cheering for a guy that has pretty much been caught on camera striking is wife, knocking her out cold, and dragging her unconscious out of a casino elevator.

I know it’s not fair to encapsulate all Ravens fans, but… Ravens fans are pretty fucking dumb.  Frankly, I feel that the vast majority of NFL fans are stupid, but lest we step on too many toes in the context of this post, we’ll keep it limited to just the Ravens fans.

Sure, there are a bunch of misogynistic and chauvinistic jokes that could be made about such irony, but in this instance it’s not really the time or place.  When the day is over, I absolutely do not condone violence towards women, and think that those who do, and worse off act on it, are worthless pieces of shit.

The irony is that I’d bet that a bunch of these lowlifes who stood and cheered for Ray Rice had no idea what they were standing for and cheering about.  Not that it makes it any better if that were the case.  Football fans are amongst some of the biggest hive-mind, no-thinking wastes of space there are.  And I actually like the game of football itself, it’s just I think there are too many players who are a little full of themselves, greedy and that the rules of society don’t apply to them.

The fact that Ray Rice is getting a slap on the wrist and not behind bars sickens me, and the fact that the NFL doesn’t have to think it is, because they’re clearly above the law, because this country is brainwashed into thinking the NFL is the greatest product on the planet turns my stomach.  It makes me resent the NFL, everything about it, including its dumb fans who are oblivious to what’s right and wrong as long as “their” players smash into and deliberately try and hurt each other over moving a fucking pigskin ball across lines in the grass.

But that’s another story for another time.

Ray Rice is a piece of shit, and the only time I’d give him a standing ovation is after a judge tells him he’s going to jail.

Having neat summers

I’ve been in kind of a funk lately.  Not quite emo-y depression, but not necessarily cheerful and content with everything. I’m not excited about anything at all, and I’m finding it difficult to get motivated to do anything outside of my core daily activities.  This does not bode well, considering the numerous things that I wish to accomplish before the end of August, for when Dragon*Con rolls around again.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like my summers have become somewhat formulaic, which might be a logical root of some of this discontent.  Over the last few years, my summers have been dictated by baseball trips and Dragon*Con.  Now I’m not saying I don’t dislike either of those things any less this year, but I think there’s a part of me that thinks that perhaps I should seek out a break from the ordinary soon.

As I alluded to in a prior post, the bobblehead game has started to wear on me a little bit, because of flawed policies of all these ballparks, and the fact that they’re beginning to creep a little too high in my priorities than they probably should be.  Ultimately, I think my ultimate goal of visiting all the MLB ballparks has suffered in pursuit of bobbleheads, and to be perfectly honest, given my gradually increasing discontent for professional sport in general, there’s a part of me that wants to finish up with all the MLB parks as soon as possible, so that I can kind of close that chapter, and not let it consume so much of my future summers.

When it comes to Dragon*Con, I still have a good time whenever I go, but at least a few times a year, I tell myself, or whomever is nearby, that it’s still essentially an extremely expensive weekend where I pretty much do nothing but hang out and drink (heavily (sometimes)).  In a way, I’m paying kind of an exorbitant cover charge for a place that seems massively mutually agreed upon as a place of annual conglomeration in smart people words.

Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but from enough steps back, it does seem somewhat of a chore, for everything to come together.  From the chaotic lottery-like day of hotel reservation openings ten months in advance, the costumes myself and many of friends and acquaintances embark on creating for the convention, and then the convention itself, where 60,000 cram into three hotels like sardines that become way too hot, probably break every fire code on the planet, and costs $200 a night.

I’m not saying I’ve had any regrets over any my past summers like this, but again there’s a part of me that is kind of yearning for a change in a way.  I’d like to have my Augusts back, instead of feeling like I need to close off the rest of the world to work on costuming stuff for Dragon*Con, and I’d like to not feel like I can’t do something on any given weekend, because there’s a bobblehead that I have to have being given out in Atlanta or Gwinnett.

Maybe in a way, this is my way of saying that I’m growing up a little bit, or perhaps it’s just that life is feeling a little bit stale.  Frankly, I’m not entirely sure which it is, if there’s even a difference at all, but I think that by the time baseball season rolls around next year, I might be looking at planning the summer months a little bit differently, maybe.

Maybe.

Salty feelings

Do any of you guys ever get the feeling like either too much of the world is into all the same things you’re interested in, or perhaps you yourself are too much like the rest of the world, and are more or less falling in line with a parade of similarly behavioral people?   I’ve been feeling like this recently.

When I was a broody moody teenager, I recall taking great lengths in deliberately going in directions that “everyone else” went.  Whether it was class selection, choice in artistic expressions, to simply things like routes I drove, and the things I decided to do.  I was trying to differentiate from the crowd, and it required effort.

Eventually, and it’s probably closest to my current state of being, I simply stopped trying, and kind of let life dictate itself as if it were water flowing, moving constantly, but at a default motion.  However, by doing such, lately I feel like in spite of my past efforts, when the day is over, I’m not quite the unique butterfly that I like to think everyone likes to think they are sometimes.

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This stuff writes itself

Long story short: WWE wrestler Daniel Bryan comes home, discovers two men fleeing after breaking into his residence, gives chase, catches one, takes him down and puts him in a chokehold until authorities arrive.

I know people think wrestling is all fake and all, but it’s stories like this that I always get a ton of enjoyment out of, because in spite of the scripted storylines and predetermined match outcomes, the physicality of wrestling is still very real.

It’s apparent that the burglars had to know they were breaking into Daniel Bryan’s home, because it’s implied that they might have been the ones to have done it ten days prior.  Clearly, they had no fear of robbing a person who emulates violence for a living, or the repercussions that could have occurred if they ran into said person, since they tried.

What’s funny to me is that Daniel Bryan’s first instinct to do upon catching the crook, was a wrestling maneuver.  Sure, he does it for a living, but in the land of reality, a physical strike of some sort would be my first instinct.  When I chased off the two thugs that broke into my house while I was home, I ran at them with a metal baseball bat, and thoughts of putting them into a LaBell Lock with it were the last thing in my mind.

Regardless, DB takes the guy down and puts him in a rear-naked choke until the cops arrive.  The best part about it is his complete discount of a guy whom he acted upon first, without even considering if he were armed or not:

“He was very, very tired and it literally took zero effort to take him down,”

One of these days, I’m going to defeat someone at something, and I’m going to use the phrase “literally took zero effort” regardless of it were true or not.  It’s so arrogant and self-championing that I can’t help but love it.

I’m not sure if this overtakes Chris Masters’ uprooting of a tree to use as a battering ram to rescue his mother from a burning home.  Actually, it doesn’t, because nothing is more entertaining than Chris Masters uprooting an entire tree to use as a battering ram to rescue his mother from a burning home.  But it’s still pretty awesome that Daniel Bryan ran down a burglar and choked him out, in “the real world.”