Friday, May 30, 2008
Over time, you become desensitized to the normal abominations. The various lazy drawls and hyper active dialects stop impressing you.
It is the cartoon characters that you never get used to. I've had all kinds. People with voices that make Mike Tyson sound like Barry White. People who talk seventy-miles-per-hour. People who pronounce "Baton Rouge" as "Belange'" Heck, I had a guy from Brooklyn call once who literally reversed what words would and wouldn't be plural, just like Sal on Futurama.
And a few moments ago, I had a woman who started every answer to every inquiry with 'uh-huh?' and appended it to the front of random sentences and paragraphs. Every question: What is your name? What is your phone number? What are the numbers at the bottom of your receipt? All answered, yes, but with a vapid "uh-huh" coming beforehand. If the call hadn't mercifully dropped I might well have been driven mad.
I'm not sure what this really means but I will say this: if the whole world is a twisted simulation of a long-dead reality I really hope it is more like Dark City and less like the Matrix.
Addendum: Someone just called in with a warranty on a cassette walkman. Purchased in 2008. I'm amazed.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Understanding Trent: A Primer for Everyone Else
Chapter 1: The Dragon in my Garage
I've decided that, in order to have something to blog about frequently, I will be peroidically attempting to reveal the depths of my existence to my minute readership. I fancy myself an emperical-sort, but while I revile arguement from authority in terms of facts, sometimes philosophy is best taken from the source.
If anyone wants to understand my skeptical nature, read on. Also, this will explain the meaning of my blog's title.
This is the best sum-up of my view on the whole skeptical worldview, as originally stated by Carl Sagan in The Demon Haunted World. I find it more diplomatic than the Flying Spagetti Monster and more educational than the Curch of the Invisible Pink Unicorn.
Go here to read: The Dragon in My Garage by Carl Sagan
Not to say that I won't be shilling. I will be. A lot.
But it will be more balanced from here on out.