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19 September 2005 @ 09:28 am
Dude! I forgot my iPod today. I'd forgotten what it was like to walk in silence. You know what it's like? It's like being dead.


Listening to: Shoestrings - "Summer Days"
lilyvalleylilyvalley on September 19th, 2005 06:34 am (UTC)

(Somebody had to say it.)
...wyndebreaker on September 19th, 2005 06:51 am (UTC)
I've lived through that misery before. That's why I have an iPod Shuffle backup at all times. :)
darth_opinion on September 19th, 2005 12:30 pm (UTC)
eh, the death of inner thought
People walk about with cell phones and ipods babbling constantly to one another or to themselves, hoping on some level to look important (especially in the early days of cell phones) since in reality they are just ordinary folks.

It's the inability of a new generation to come to terms with their own inner voices and inner experience. Young people babbling endless about nothing important on cell phones is exactly akin to babies that babble endlessly from the crib or play pen. The reasons are the same, exactly.

The undeveloped self seeking to avoid finding an avenue of expression from within (yeah, it's hard to do this, it's self revealing and it can hurt) so basically the ipod trancing, phone babbling, bottle sucking kids of today are empty and growing more so all the time.

so if you toss in the constant supply of something to drink, water, coke, whatever in the form a ubiquitous "bottle" in their hands and there you have it. A constantly, mindless, unthoughtout infant in the grown form, nursing at the bottle all day long and refusing to grow up for real.

Burn your Ipod and cell phone and go find out who you really are. Entire generations discovered greatness in every form and art without them. This Gen should too.
Diary of an Ass Monkeyassmonkeydiary on September 19th, 2005 12:38 pm (UTC)
Re: eh, the death of inner thought
Since I haven't achieved any greatness in my 36 years of not having an ipod (or cell phone for that matter), I really doubt I'm going to damage my chances by giving my brain a soundtrack now.
lilyvalleylilyvalley on September 19th, 2005 05:46 pm (UTC)
Re: eh, the death of inner thought

Best reply I've seen today. :D
Len Kennedy, Esq.: Sisyphean Futilitylenken on September 19th, 2005 10:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Why Won’t Anyone Take Me to Funkytown?
That sounds eerily similar to something Professor Robert Solomon has said—about Walkmans, and cell phones, and whatnot—in his lectures on Existentialism for The Teaching Company.  Personally, I prefer not to be encumbered by any kind of technological distractions while I’m walking; I think they tend to take something away from the reality of the moment and suppress our thoughts—but I think they occasionally lead us to new, creative thoughts . . . and actually enhance the experience, rather than detract from it.  Oh, and I have a sneaking suspicion that Señor Assmonkey may have been exaggerating a bit about the inconvenience of walking in silence. . . .
Joannabellajoannabella on September 19th, 2005 12:42 pm (UTC)
Her ass is fat bad, not fat good.
darth_opinion on September 19th, 2005 07:14 pm (UTC)
Hey look, you have your very own do it yourself Ed McMahon to laugh at all of your comments, funny or..ummm, not.
Diary of an Ass Monkeyassmonkeydiary on September 19th, 2005 08:24 pm (UTC)
If you say so, Peggy.
darth_opinion on September 20th, 2005 08:56 am (UTC)
I am not Peggy, not even close.

BTW, who is Peggy?
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: blue poolsideassmonkeydiary on September 20th, 2005 08:57 am (UTC)
I call all my stalkers Peggy. I just like the way it sounds.
darth_opinion on September 20th, 2005 09:11 am (UTC)
Stalker, are you kidding. This is about my 4th post, I could give a fuck who you are. It would seem to me that with the promptness of your replies to any post here that you might be stalking the rest of us.

Stop thinking so highly of yourself, you are not stalkworthy I'm sure.

But the ass posted here is nice and that means you have good taste in at least some matters.

No trying to pick a fight, but not gonna be called a stalker of some dork who has no life either.
Diary of an Ass Monkeyassmonkeydiary on September 20th, 2005 09:12 am (UTC)
Bored now...
darth_opinion on September 20th, 2005 10:39 am (UTC)
case in point.
(Anonymous) on September 21st, 2005 09:07 am (UTC)
Quelle biche!!!

Don't you worry none, l'il Ass Monket hon.We all loves you. Cep'n that bitcheee lady. [ Huh! Some ladeee!]

John Malone
traballenguastraballenguas on September 21st, 2005 10:30 am (UTC)
Her face looks very familiar. I remember that bored look, and that nose. Have you posted this before? Or another pic from this series? (My memory is not what it used to be - what with age and the iPod, and all that ... ;-)
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: blue poolsideassmonkeydiary on September 21st, 2005 05:49 pm (UTC)
It's certainly possible, but I don't think so...
darth_opinion on September 21st, 2005 11:57 am (UTC)
They don't just babble on cell phones, it would seem.