Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 11: Information Kills)

I've come up with some ways of promoting "Main Event of the Dead," but they're all dependent upon having some kind of enticing media to draw attention to it. My love for the written word prevents me from video blogging (but if any of my tempting female friends would like to read a press release for YouTube, that may work), so I think a movie poster is the way to go. If any of my artistic friends can come up with a cool pro wrestler vs. zombie image that is worthwhile, pass it my way and I promise some sort of fiscal compensation for your effort (effort...drinking money, worthwhile...we'll talk).

If you want to spread the word about any worth this project may have, I'd be happy to send you a treatment of the script so that you may promote the best parts...or at least give me pointers of how to clean up the worst. Please email me at russthebus07@gmail.com

It's tough to muster up the mental strength to write this blog. I'm kind of glad for the longer I had the "How you can help statement" to take up space. On the flip side, the start time for when I write this post was 90 minutes late.

Now we're in a homicidal Krusty The Klown zone:

• Lack of Energy--that's bad.
• Convenient Filler--that's good.
• Procrastination--that's bad.
• Using a 20 Year-Old "Simpson's" Joke to Fill Unnecessary Space--that's good.

What's really good today was that the distractions (after buying Cubs tickets and a Macho Man tank top...http://barbershopwindow.com needs to look into that market for the tattooed wrestling fan...and an affiliate program so that wouldn't have been a free plug) lead me to come up with a way to complete my forearm to make my "Tank Girl" pop out more when I tell the world to "sod off." It's also a way to let me pay homage to KMFDM.

So those are a couple of little victories, but it reminds me of how nihilism has taken over.
 I mean, say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.

Rationalization 37 (Preview): Complete = Defeat

I could really get on a Palahniuk roll to potentially wrap up this series of blogs, but I got to try shining the turd that I couldn't get to last week.

Rationalization 32: Insecurity does not demand equality.

I don't know if I would have cooled down from Jenna encouraging a loss of Marbles if the vertically challenged Peoria Chicago (so use to pissing on the appropriately nick named "P-Town") wrestling scene didn't express their lack of knowledge about the difference between inequality and insecurity. Or maybe I'm just upset about the lack of kayfabe because the heel's tweet was shared by the last face he feuded with (I haven't seen any booking announcements to indicate any turns).

One of the boys decided to post a cartoon on their Twitter feed (so I'll at least credit him for using the best social media tool I've discovered...Tumblr is calling out to me) opens with a frame that shows a guy tell an over-sized girl "I prefer thinner girls" only to be unanimously called a pig by a group of girls. In the next window, a shorter man is told by a woman that "I prefer taller men" to be cheered on by the same group of girls (only one of the stick chicks made a short insult).

The cartoon ask why men are pigs for telling a girl something she "can" control while girls can reject men who are short and not be demonized. My attempt to try calming down the insecure by claiming that women can't be judged because they are controlled by biology to focus on the better physical specimens failed (satire is truly a dead art). He claimed that men will be called pigs regardless of how they determine their ideal mate. This implies to me that if you feel insulted, you should get the opportunity to insult the verbal assailant. We shouldn't allow gender rules to dictate otherwise.

I'm sorry, were you called a midget once by a girl? To feel insulted for what you are, I think a derogatory term needs to be applied. Or a play on stereotype (sorry, I'm so use to being wicked short, I don't know them). I doubt a girl would dangle a napkin with her phone number above your head to taunt you. She'd just give you a fake number.

If you can't change it, don't feel insulted by it.

When it comes to waist lines, you are the ironic pig to use that as an out. You're basically telling the person to change to be likable. Thus, ignoring the fact that skinny is not the only thing to like about someone. And you're just being lazy. Can't you be creative and come up with something like...height? Or lie when you see what ever bobble that indicates their faith. If all else fails, choose Satan.

Rationalization 33: It's not me, it's you damn it.

People do not want to feel like that. They don't get their way because of their short comings. The moment they are rejected, they need to determine why the other person is a cock or cunt. I know the words lack equality, but I can't resist alliteration...but it does remind me that society has a problem when there are more feminine derogatory terms than male.

Since the person doesn't want to feel like a bad person, they want to justify their feelings. But to the rejected, not only do they think the person is an asshole, they think they're a judgmental asshole. This makes them feel better about themselves and just in their anger.

I'm not saying that the rejected shouldn't feel bad, but if it isn't personal, they shouldn't be angry. Unless someone drags the rejected along for their own whims, anger about a person's preference (not actions, they are totally different) is never just. Too bad people find strength in anger, so usually the rejected friends will tell them that it's better to be angry than morose.

Rationalization 34: Attraction is a Yes or No Query, Not an Essay Question.

I know it's nice to get information to learn to be a better person, but we don't ask the questions for that reason. As I said, we ask for explanations only to make the other person seem worse than us. So, we maybe better off not asking the follow up question of why. Fuck, avoid the four W's all together.

Just accept and give honest answers. If anything, that will give the rejected time to play the law of averages. The rejected may end up like a Spinal Tap drummer, but it's better that waiting in line behind Tommy Lee.

Rationalization 35: I am the Next Spinal Tap Drummer.

So get back together you limey twats. Oh yeah, I don't play.

Rationalization 36: There is no place for me outside the box.

I think that is the best way yet to transition to why the Feline is Jean-Paul Sartre. Too bad I have to finish Rationalizations 28 and 37.