And speaking, as I was, of over-promoted, mostly empty objects,

These Patriots balloons seem to be floating low compared to the others. Perhaps not inflated sufficiently?



Otay, I don’t care about it either. It is precisely how little I care about it that makes me so aware of its pointlessness, which I do care about. No other 100% frivolous topic – local elections, cartoons, late night talk shows – makes people feel so much like they have to go out of their way(s) to warn me that they don’t care before commenting. I do get a few “I don’t watch televisions” here and there, but I would also not watch it if I had the choice.

This is in a pizza restaurant. Every other time I have seen this television on, it seemed to be set to a channel that loops infomercials. They must have promised not to switch channels until something dumber came on another one.
By now putting GATE at the end is you admitting that it is an overhyped stupid story that is a waste of everyone’s time. Television network news loves this kind of garbage. They have only 21 minutes to fill with information of the entire world’s concern, not even 7 days a week, and they waste time on this repeatedly.

Today (yesterday) the big story was this year’s Historic Buzzard. Weather is also ludicrously fetishized by tv news, but this one is an actual world story, at least, in a sense, perhaps inadvertently, since presumably other countries were messed with when major transit hubs canceled all flights in and out.

That was about half the broadcast. They STILL made time for more nonsense about the stupid footballs. The caption literally was “WHO DEFLATED THOSE FOOTBALLS?” The answer was, essentially, “dunno.” Gosh if they DID know, something might actually happen, ehhh? There might be something to TALK about! Would we postpone or cancel the Superb-Owl to do a proper investigation? To find out how long this team that almost always wins has been cheating? No no no, do not even say that! Oh my word, the very thought of it! We’ll steal back a gold medal you won legitimately because you smoked weeds that probably harmed your performance, if anything, but we don’t mess with football.
The NFL’s biggest stars are conceited thugs, and the ones that aren’t are getting dementia from bashing themselves in the head all the time. Tv providers bend over backward for an opportunity to bend their customers every other way for the obnoxious “package deals” major sport associations force on them. They would love to imply the the very worst thing going on is that a few balls do not have enough air in them once in a while, and get more free press for the biggest adsturbation ceremony of the year in the process, since we have assured everyone that will NOT be called off under any circumstances. Perhaps I DO care, then, but I put effort into it.

I used to write about someone I identified as W, at the time for his sake, now more for mine, that I knew via the stupid furry art websites and was infatuated with, and later hated intensely after I got jealous of the people he liked better than me. Throughout this tenure, when he was not in hiding with an emptied art page, every few days he would post a totally empty “I hope everyone is having a wonderful day!” kind of message on his page, just to give the impression he cared about his disciples, important to do because he didn’t. It worked; I fell for it, after all, so long as I was told individually and not only ever as part of a group. The only time the trance ever broke over the cultists was when W would mention football during his weekly addresses. People were displeased, almost OFFENDED.

The stylesheet is broken because this is an html copy I saved, because at the time I was in a different stage of my huge mental problem and saved EVERYTHING. If you had told me I would be using it to criticize everybody in five years, I might have thought it plausible but I would have been disappointed since at the time I was regretting what I had gotten into five years before then.

Excuse me, this is the INTERNET. We are COOL NERDS. We don’t “do” physical activity. I can’t BELIEVE I need to take time out of lusting after juvenile cartoon rodents to criticize somebody for giving in to an inexplicable base urge for personal enjoyment! I don’t even disagree with his comment and I want to punch this guy, just because it is so pompously-worded and uncalled-for. And later (but before we hated each other) W told me privately that he didn’t even really care about football; he just had to pretend to so he could fit in at work. That is always what he did; whatever he thought would make people like him best, occasionally getting freaked out when it worked too well. He was a military veteran and could not relate to regular people anymore and just pretended to. I am not certain what he factually thought of the sport, but the reaction from others is more relevant. If you like football, people will hate you for that. And if you hate football, other people will hate you for that. And if you just mention it casually people will need to let you know where THEY stand so they do not have to live with thinking you think they think otherwise. And this is not the Gaza Flippety Dippity Strip where there is grey morality and uncertain truth of who is launching more rockets at whom in what order; it’s a stupid game where people move some dumb lump around and usually do not kill anybody. Nazi furries don’t get as much grief as casual football acknowledgers because it seems logical to assume somebody would have called out the nazis before you found them.

Football is just so profoundly stupid and overexposed that every remotely marginalized maniac can unite against its dread destructive oaf force. Organized religion has lost its grasp on right wing mass media, but football is still very there. The police would toss tear gas grenades into your grocery store for having a little Jesus manger hidden in a corner but a cardboard Taj Mahal to football filled with salty crunchy poison right by the entrance is just part of life. In a way I support this resistance, and in another way it seems like the opposing forces have plenty in common. They both think they are best and want the other destroyed. Self-described nerds NEED “jocks” to hate, because otherwise they cannot claim anyone is holding them down. They cannot claim this culture filled with noisy bleepsy hand-held devices with magic powers, “awesome” depressing breakfast foods, inexpensive personalized porn, unlimited sequels to everything and self-contained communities and economies built around just being FANS of stuff is ignoring their interests.

Anyway, I do not see what the big deal is about under-inflated implements. Presumably both sides have to touch the thing.

In summary, I care about everything, especially the things I do not care about.

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