Oh, the salient points of my life:
women, attention and good responses to my one act shows of attempts at comedy - and if I didn't succeed in my attempt, well then I think I would usually become outspoken about my self-awareness of the "unfunny" and then everyone can laugh at my attempt together, rather than ME having to take all the shame of the unfunny and rest it on my sulking shoulders.

Unfunny moments, or not well received punch-lines, are some of my favorite moments of life as long as they don't happen to me. But, somehow, they seem to sneak into my life - I don't know how they do it - and I need to somehow incorporate them into my idea of what 'the flow of life' provides us all. Then, and only then, will the "sublime" truly set in. If I am never taken off guard by my own mistakes, if I maybe even anticipate or plan for a drop in tone after an ill-delivered joke, I could then make the follow up joke that much more appreciated.

And it has been done. Oh, yes. It's a post POST modern style of humor that came along with Steve Carell. Or, even earlier - and better - would be the completely uncomfortable and awkward/painful experiences of the relentlessly uncouth behavior in the original British "The Office." Which leads me to believe that Stevie C was why the show translated well in the states. Only, god damnit, there is no end to those friggin shows once they get a bit of notoriety. What season are we on now? 5? There are only two seasons of "The Office" in Britain. Can't we just accept that things need to die off? The British Office is so perfect. All the problems get addressed, every character is important. And it comes to a natural and nice ending.

I personally love closure. Don't we all? Well, no probably not. People love to stretch things out, no matter how thin things can become; people love familiarity. Familiarity is the chocolate to the perpetual boredom we all subscribe to when we leave our mother's vaginal portal into consciousness. I, on they other hand - and many others as well, for I am no alien and do not stand alone on this issue - love it when meaning surpasses the need to satiate our boredom through flashing images and familiar humor of the day (or whatever seems to be hip - which, then in turn becomes trite and over done just before it's wrestled down to daytime television for an even stupider audience and then finally the joke or sense of humorous taste finally leaks out to your grandparents who think they're catching up with the new generation by keeping informed by watching shitty day time television. And all you can do is grit your teeth and lie to them with encouraging eyes, making them believe that the two of you have bridged the unbridgeable gap of understanding in the vast ocean of differences between your two islands of influence and importance).

My need for closure and my dripping appetite for something new is the reason why I don't have a girl friend. I don't appreciate familiarity. It's not a cause for comfort to me the way I see it is for others. It's a cause for boredom and depression. This reoccurring theme of my life leaves me frantically scrapping the dry bowl of inspiration for a salvageable morsel of originality that puts a smile in my mind and justifies my drinks in the evening. America's (or humanities) need to feel familiar is why I believe people can sit though five seasons year after year of the same dribble that corporate America is squeezing into minds as acceptable entertainment. The uglier and the more meaningless the better: the sole purpose of commercial entertainment is to keep the intrinsically high budget images of products stained in the mind; products that no one truly needs and that one would have to repeatedly replace because of cheap manufacturing. Products that if we DON'T buy, our economy has a anxiety attack.

Our economy is at the point of failing because we've become utterly dependent upon these horrible exchanges of monetary value over heightening our aesthetic appearance by futher decorating the facade of having an image to uphold. And for what? Get a nice blouse for stating your class power or position. Make yourself stand out everyday with a new article of clothing designed only to have others want to have it, ask you where you bought it and - in the designers hopes - go and buy it for themselves. America is so completely impractical. What happened to self-sustaining? I should do that, maybe. I should make my own clothes and live by example rather than empty words of contradiction.

I cringe when I see a well-aged woman leave an overpriced salon with a smile on her face; knowing that in her shopping bag holds products that she could easily survive with out and which cost her a sum that could feed my poor ass for a week at least. I'm not saying I deserve her money, I just despise her choice of where she invested her money. Because that is what each purchase you make is: an investment. You buy a coffee from the evil incarnate Starbucks and you've directly invested in it's survival; in it's campaign to take over the world one industry at a time (Starbucks has a record distribution company, a film distribution company, clothing, and coffee accessories - read this article from 2006 [Starbucks adding movies to mocha] and look at how terrible this is going to be [Hanks finds room for 'Starbucks' film] - Tom Hanks starring in a Gus Van Sant film about "how Starbucks saved my life." GUS VAN SANT! - oh dear god, this film is probably being shot and and edited as we speak. I hate rags to riches stories, the last one I braved "Pursuit of Happyness" won't be the last, but it really shot a glob of stomach acid in my throat that I constantly have occurrences of every time I see a preview for a new Hollywood release).

All the money in America isn't made by working. You'll never get rich by working hard. People in America get filthy rich by investing. Investing in advertising with the hopes that if enough people see it, they'll buy it regardless of the quality. The more it's in plain view of these consumers, and the more available it can be, which means it needs to be mass produced to up the accessibility and heighten the chance of selling enough to break even on the investment of creating this gimmicky product, the cheaper it needs to be to manufactured. Which only means the product can't be produced here in the states. One would have to actually pay minimum wage to the laborers if it was made here. That would be ridiculous considering this isn't a product to advance any humanitarian aspirations. No, no. This product only exists to bring wealth to the wealthy. So, how to grip, twist and drip every possible penny for the enhancement of very few bank accounts, usually on foreign soils to avoid high interest rates and taxation, leads to the unavoidable search for the cheapest labor possible. And thanks to Neoliberal think tanks leading to Neoliberal propaganda of "deregulation" to help failing foreign economies; our society, whether you care to know it or not, invests in exploiting lower wage labor, under no regulation, in foreign third world countries just in order to mass produce a possible hit sale among the retarded consumers who can barely see five feet before their faces.

No one thinks about why there are third world countries these days. "Oh," you may say, "It's because this is America and America is great. We're free. We're capitalists. They've got a bad dictator in place and/or their socialists." Well, if that is your reply I advise you to stick your head in a toilet full of your floating stool and choke on your feces and die.

War is how capitalism survives. And I jump to that conclusion because we've inadvertently devised this plan ever since we created this idea of "foreign policy." In the 70's we killed Salvador Allende. Then we instilled good'ol Pinochet. A man (or an empty shell of an entity resembling a man) who would obey when we wanted to privatize their public utility enterprises and began this wave of right-winged belief in the superiority of markets for resource allocation (that last sentence I shamelessly ripped from an article on Neoliberlization[download and read it if you really care]). In the 80's we cashed in on our "foreign aid" to Mexico when their economy was faltering by offering them a way out if they let us privatize state owned farmlands. We used their sacred lands for an exported product. This led to the Zapatista revolution: wanting us out and their government to put regulations on cruelty and pay in these privatized sectors, but the Mexican government's response was sending in Federal troops to violently react to the revolt which left many dead in battle in Chiapas. In the 90's we assisted China in deconstructing the solid Maoist economic structure and changed the countrys interest in being a socialist state to being more of a totalitarian state with less and less provisions for the majority. And now, caught in the fervor of this deregulation plague, Iceland is so deep down an endless pit of debt that their not even being recognized as a country any more. They've been put down on a list with Al-Queda, Sudan, North Korea, Iran and others as a terrorist entity (pretty shitty situation: Iceland).

So, if you support the idea of big pocket money moving mongers with cheap grins and even cheaper models of get-rich-quick schemes that crumble as soon as they've made their millions, have left the reachable world and moved to tahiti with a wife who doesn't even speak his language, but just happens to be his daughter's age - which in some sick freudian way is what turns these perverts on - and makes suffer the thousands of people employed by his empty promise of job security who are left to flood the streets and degrade themselves by scrambling for barista positions at the local cafe, which - inevitably - will be (7 out of 10 times) a Starbucks (only to further the shame and mistrust of America these individuals have), then that only means you support what is inherent to this dream: War and our occupation of foreign countries to throw their economies off balance which will, consequently, lead them to ask us for aid. Our "aid" is shown by giving dictators, who (more often than not) we have put in place, a payment for allowing us the freedom to own any and every institution we believe will be most profitable at the lowest expense. We attempt to balance our wavering economy that drops and spikes according to corporate America's decisions or abilities to throw money at and buy out failing states' (governments') industries of production and impose on them less pay and no benefits with the intent to produce only exports. This method takes money away from the people of the country producing this "made-for-America" dispensable garbage because the products of their labor are not being sold to the community that produces them. There's no domestic economic stimulation from their efforts. The products are being sold over seas. The only people actually accruing profit from these types of governmental structurally altering exchanges are the government officials deciding to deride their state owned enterprises for the large chunk of change that comes from corporate America with the goal of privatizing to exploit.

So, I guess another salient point of my life is trying to define what I hate so much. The deeper I dig the worse it gets, but I really don't believe that ignorance is bliss. I look at ignorant people and I just think, "ignorance is unattractive and destroying our sense of humanity. Why don't people read?"