It's too easy anymore to figure anything out. Its killed the fun. I remember being in high-school, just before the advent of smart phones and the annoying Google app that pings in whenever you say "ok" out loud. Then, it was easy to bullshit. You could convince the valedictorian that giraffes were cannibals, because: they had long necks to reach the ground, there were never any pictures of dead giraffes, and everyone knew they ate leaves to floss their teeth.
It helped that she trusted me. It helped that the biology teacher was bored and went along with it.
I tried the same thing with my niece. She Googled the shit outta that lie. I went from Prankster to Jackass in just two voice commands: "Cannibal" "Giraffes."
I think the search engine might have shown the picture of me with "lying prick" stamped across my forehead. A memento from a previous relationship--a good one, the type that either inspires an award winning novel or liver cirrhosis. My writing online between doctor's visits should clear that choice up.
It's just too damned easy to figure things out anymore. People are walking doctors/lawyers/encyclopedias. If you want to be funny anymore you're relegated to slapstick, shock, or Late Night Talkshow (ie: humor allergic). There's no more pranks to pull, nothing to talk about that a wiki hasn't beaten dead--there's basically no more life left in the world.
But, there's hope. Half the articles today, the shit that people preach and swear to as they kill each other with keyboards.
It's obviously some Good Samaritan trying to breathe some life back into this corpse of the world. Put a spark back into the world.
God bless them.
It helped that she trusted me. It helped that the biology teacher was bored and went along with it.
I tried the same thing with my niece. She Googled the shit outta that lie. I went from Prankster to Jackass in just two voice commands: "Cannibal" "Giraffes."
I think the search engine might have shown the picture of me with "lying prick" stamped across my forehead. A memento from a previous relationship--a good one, the type that either inspires an award winning novel or liver cirrhosis. My writing online between doctor's visits should clear that choice up.
It's just too damned easy to figure things out anymore. People are walking doctors/lawyers/encyclopedias. If you want to be funny anymore you're relegated to slapstick, shock, or Late Night Talkshow (ie: humor allergic). There's no more pranks to pull, nothing to talk about that a wiki hasn't beaten dead--there's basically no more life left in the world.
But, there's hope. Half the articles today, the shit that people preach and swear to as they kill each other with keyboards.
It's obviously some Good Samaritan trying to breathe some life back into this corpse of the world. Put a spark back into the world.
God bless them.
