Haterology 101

Ooh. I'm having one of those days where the hate just comes too easy. Maybe it's the weather, as Icey Cold was saying earlier, seeing as how sunshine feels like something of the past. Global warming can kiss my fine ass - it ain't SHIT! When is the 'warm' part coming into play? Waiting at the rainy bus stop earlier, amongst the curious blend of tight-lipped suited people and far-gone alcoholics slugging Stella (welcome to London), I found myself eavesdropping in on a conversation about Facebook. FACEBOOK. Dunno why, but that shit well and truly freaks me out. Who would willingly give that much personal information out? First Facebook, then microchip implants. In other unrelated rants, first the smoking ban, next the government will be regulating the number of pints you can drink per night "for health reasons." 1984, anyone? Not to get all political on your asses, but some days I can't help but feel like we're like little ants jumping from screen to screen - from flashing billboards to the computers in our cubicles to the phones we never let out of our sight (the new found callus on my thumb is testament to how many texts I send out) to the horror of images we call television, and so forth. So there I was, on a stinking bus, thinking all of this when suddenly the book I'm reading started speaking to me: "Historical fact: people stopped being human in 1913. That was the year Henry Ford put cars on rollers and made his workers adopt the speed of the assembly line. At first, workers rebelled. They quit in droves, unable to accustom their bodies to the new pace of the age. Since then, however, the adaptation has been passed down: we've all inherited it to some degree, so that we plug right into joysticks and remotes, to repetitive motions of a hundred kinds." (Jeffrey Eugenides)

So I will end this shitter of a day with three words: FUCK HENRY FORD.
Hopefully all will be better tomorrow when last weekend's comedown has finally subsided and my serotonin levels are nicely leveled out. Til then, rant over, exit stage left...