Word Fuckfuckation

I know why they have the word verification option all over the internet. I know the reason but analyzing the cost against the benefit it is not worth it. The cost is it drives me all nervous and angry.

First of all, I never get it right from first try which is pretty disturbing although I am sure at many instances I typed it right yet I got the wrong response.

Second of all, you ramble on writing comments or blog posts or entering data about yourself into forms and then just when you think you are done, word verification hits you with a big surprise. You are not done yet bitch!

And then you are in for a bigger surprise it is almost impossible to get it right the first time even believe me you may type it right and yet you get the wrong response…

Word verification has been terrorizing me for long… Somebody stop them before I have a nervous breakdown ‘cause of it…

Entertainment Every Night

There is something so amusing about people that I can’t understand. I can just say that the amusement here is being felt and enjoyed. People entertain me in their very own weird way and with their very own weird words; be those written or spoken. Browsing through blogs I see people write a lot about their lives, there is a lot of funny and weird shit out there I have got to say.

But what makes me real amazed and amused is people’s tendency to lie to themselves, to be hypocrites when the moment comes in which they gotta give an opinion about themselves and to act like they know they could do what from reading through their blogs you could easily tell they couldn’t.

Needless to say people are full of it, they seek your attention, your recognition, they all wanna be gods, wanna be praised and prayed to, wanna be everything you would look up to, hiding behind the anonymity that they seem to believe their blogs give them, it doesn’t give that much of an anonymity and if you can’t see my flaws through my blog, if you can’t see I am full of my very own shit, my very own weird nature then you are just plain blind…

This morning I read through blogs, people who discovered they were wrong after a zillion years they have lived and admitting it long after they should have, and yet when you see people show the promising faces of we are gonna change or we changed, and right around the moment you are about to believe them, some where amidst all the lines they right you can read a statement that they try to make that tells you they are still full of themselves, they are still full of the very same shit, they still have those huge egos with no personality whatsoever, they still have that arrogance that is gonna burn them alive, you see it and you smile cause you know that is basic human nature…

People lie, they cheat, they steal, they don’t give a fuck about anyone but themselves, most people do all, I do some, it is plain human to be so… I think this last statement have been made a million times by myself, I should stop trying to make it clear to everyone that I could see through their fucked up motives, I should just act in malice and start not giving a fuck, the warning is something they do not deserve, do they?

Blog… Blog… Blog…

Although it is pretty interesting how I keep blogging, and how I love to do so, many people have been complaining of my too many blogs and too many entries that keep flooding the place every single day and that is when I decided to write a couple of posts relating to the whole Laila revolution that still doesn’t seem any good to me, but anyways, I have been bottling up a lot of topics and today I am going back to flooding this place with blog entries… I am an addict and I can’t stop typing… So, Umm… Sue Me…

Blog… Blog… Blog…

C’est Ma Vie… And I love it…

Birth

I was born, and then twenty five years later I blogged a lot, no aim in mind except speaking my brain. It starts with a couple of words you type, a small post, seven to eight lines, give or take, but that’s about it when you start there is no way back. And then you start describing the action of writing blogs, you call it blogging and then you call yourself a blogger and then you start thinking it is God’s blessing to mankind.

And the addiction keeps growing. You write more and more. You feel anger deep inside, you blog. A war breaks out your blog is suddenly CNN or Reuters or Al Jazeera, for all that matters your blog becomes you very own news station, newspaper, home, your very own memoirs, love story, reflections. Your blog becomes the only place where you say the truth cause you are sure no one knows you, no one is gonna trace it back to you and even those who get to check it out from the people you know are people who already know you inside out so why would it matter if they read more about your weird self.

Your blogging habit becomes your life, it absorbs you inside, takes you through to interests you never thought you had, to dreams you never knew you dreamt of, to writing about topics you never knew existed. You blog and you blog and you blog and when they find you dead, your fingers are all tense and attached to your keyboard and your forehead has a big ad that says blogspot.

I was born, and then twenty five years later, I came to blogspot, and I thought I was reborn and I blogged.

The One Hundredth

This is my 100^th post. So I thought it gotta be something really special. I was browsing online and I found this picture online a couple of days ago and I thought I should leave it as my winning card on a special day and what’s more special than a 100^th post.

Well when I looked at this picture I thought, and Mozilla loves you too baby, in fact I thought we all love you too babe… My parents should have named me Mozilla, I should have been a software, I should have been some kind of browser, a hot cool black suited browser. Mozilla you freaking lucky Bastard… Wanna tell you there were three other pictures but they can’t be posted here for moral reasons so this is enough for now…

Damn it I never get what I want, I never became a bra and I am not getting my browser dream, life sucks…

I hope this post is as special as I wanted it to be…

I-Blog

Lately I have been blogging too much. I have been blogging for longer hours than I sleep, eat, drink and watch TV all combined. The thing is I have got used to the habit of hitting my keyboard like there is no tomorrow. I enjoy that. Forgive me for throwing my bullshit at you in the form of post after post for I know not what you think… Or don’t forgive me, pity me for I am one of the addicts of the cyber works… Plus, Blogging is relaxin’ and you all know it…

Oh My God I need to get out more…

Avatars

In cyber space we all march, moving on from our day to day smoking addictions of caffeine, smoke, sex and drinking and into a new addiction of typing. The keyboard has become an organ of ours, part of our bodies, when we are away from it we get sick.

We have grown into the habit of starting our word processors and keying in our heads, if we even still have heads. Is anyone still that sure that whatever he/she types in there and then uses the magical copy/paste function to post in a blog entry is even his mind?

Blogs… Blogs… Blogs… It has become an addiction. We read one with breakfast and three with lunch and we key one or two or maybe more with dinner. We call ourselves bloggers, some even use terms similar to ‘Great bloggers’ to refer to other fellow authors of great crap that we all key in here… But can crap be great after all? I thought it being absolute bullshit of mind negates the greatness characteristic.

We think we control the keyboard but apparently we have been so far in this game the keyboard is controlling us. We get bored a lot and blogging gets us out, don’t we really need to get lives of our own instead of staying screwed all day long.

We are nothing but addicts in the vast cyberspace, we have become avatars in a big game and we manage to use this in waging cyber wars against everything we hate and against everything we have no courage in real life to stand & fight against.

We have become limited to anticipated parameters in this cyber shit of a space. Yeah we are, even though we think we can blow our minds open and speak our mind, there is always that fear that our opinion shall trigger some system that will see through our words things that will get us captured for an involvement in some kind of aggressive plan. We have started to think binary, 0s and 1s, don’t we do so. We are seeking the approvals in comments, we seek a yes or a no to whatever we say, a 0 or a 1, we didn’t even make it to decimal or hexadecimal.

I for one tried to stop blogging for ten days straight because I thought it was really getting to me. I stopped for one and not because I had the power but because I was busy working. Blogging is sad and we all know it. It is just that we seek the approval of strangers for what we may fear to tell those we know to their faces. Blogging is an addiction and yet as I say it I know I am gonna still blog. No one won’t.

What The Hell?

For some weird reason my Egypt: The Man, The Slogan, The Truth…. The Blogger is no more showing on my profile yet it is on my dashboard. I wonder what the reasons may be….