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three word blog.

tetris vs the flashback.

i knew that cleverly manipulating those little bright cubes, or for the tetris savvy, tetrominoes, did more than just suffice my boredom and create digital lines. oh yes, i've always had your back tetris and i knew you had a few more tricks up your cubish sleeve.  i remember when you came onto the scene, a newbie, fresh out of innovated mid 80's technology, and it wasn't long till you paled up with game boy in '89, soaring your way into the hearts of all kinds. 

yet all the fame and fortune you've found, never changed you too much, tetris.. did it?  you always remained modest, and consistent. while some of your other buddies from the same era, went on to the more complicated gaming genres, you humbly remained the same arrangement of cubes, eagerly awaiting always, to pass those boring moments in life.  just to abstain from being too consistent, you'd spice things up, by maybe throwing in a 'polished look', or changing up your sweet colors from time to time. some may say you've been around a lil too much, tetris, but i say don't hate the game, hate the players, for all i know is countless times you've been there for me,  in waiting rooms, on the bus, in the classroom, on the phone, in the car, or just helping me ignore people in general.  

yes, yes, i'd say when it comes to mindless video puzzle gaming, you're number one in my book baby.., so i have to say that i wasn't too surprised to learn you had a little jedi lurking in you. i always knew there was something more to you, hiding behind those falling tetrominoes. and i say, go for it buddy! don't hold yourself back. let your true potential as a healer shine! perhaps in the not so distant future, scientists will release information that hidden in those lil cubes, lies the cure for cancer. i don't wanna get ahead of myself here, for we're not quite there yet.  however, where we are at, is face to face with tetris's potential, to sooth those damn traumatic 'flashbacks'. yes, according to researchers, playing tetris can reduce the effects of PTSD.. that's post traumatic stress disorder, for those who ain't so keen with the acronyms. 

 

DR emily holmes (no relation to the infamous john holmes, although how very rad that would be), says that manipulating those lil falling tetrominoes, dukes it out with the same brain shit that causes one to have 'flash backs' from PTSD. [full story]

is tetris the new xanax? when i go to move my car and see that the DPT has issued me a $150 in tickets, can i just play some tetris to sooth my angry flashbacks? i am one of those lucky few, who happen to exist in a constant state of post traumatic stress, but i've always relied upon my own 'flashback' regressing methods, such as a concoction of booze and benzo's. perhaps even a soothing smoke to top it all off. is DR holmes suggesting that flashback nirvana lays hidden in bright little cubes? 

i believe in you tetris. 

'third-hand smoke'?

even as a pretty careless smoker, i'm a kind enough soul to take pity on the non-smokerz of this world, by not cramming my secondhand smoke up their asses, by going to smoke in my 'designated' area..// giving up my right to display my addiction in pretty much every fucking public place on earth// oh how my mind ponders what it must've been like back in the 50's, when cigarette ad's were pictures of smoking doctors, holding a baby, and housewife's chose amphetamine diet pills over a daily multi vitamin. america? what happened to you? if you can't do the time, don't do the crime. don't do the crime and punish the innocent bystanders. 

us hip to the chemical love of smoking, known as 'smokers', started our downward decent into the non-smoking world, when we started dishing out our freedom by giving up the airplane // although old enough to remember when i could smoke in the mall, i was too young to live in that luxurious period of non-smoke free travel. forfeiting any hope of look'n like a suave jet setter out of some fucking hip 70's euro-trash movie..// sooo many moments i've had, flying in a airplane, wishing that when that baby behind me starts screaming, i could pull out a smoke to sooth my already fragile nerves. well.., those dreams, smashed, and in return, non-smokers thank me by bringing crying fucking babies on the plane. here's a good deal.., no smoke in trade for no babies on planes.

then we gave you the restaurant. apparently, having a whole section to yourselves, just wasn't good enough. oh well, there is always vegas or most of europe.. oh wait, you took those too. thus leading to the worst.., the bars. the bar was a place that in all fairness, should be ours. it once was a place of beauty. being able to display dual addictions, that go hand in hand, harmoniously with one another.

and it's okay, non-smokers, you don't believe in give and take. we get it. so we'll keep our secondhand smoke and give you... everything. for at least, i have the privacy of my own home to destroy my life.... or do i?

Warning over 'third-hand smoke' 

(* click to read the full BBC news article)

basically, some douche professor dude, who obviously does not partake in the good ol' self-sabotaging joy of smoking, has done some sort of survey of 1,500 american homes, which i'm betting wasn't in any major city, but in some fucking bible banging, backwoods, midwestern state [just a hunch], came to the conclusion that there is a high risk of health problems associated with 'third-hand smoke'. wtf is this 'third-hand smoke', you say? well, apparently, it's the smoke that remains on our clothes when we return from our designated areas..  etc. etc.

sssssoooo what? it's not even good enough to get the fuck away from non-smokers, to enjoy my tobacco medley? i have to just not smoke at all cause some midwest inbred child may suckle on my clothes and die or some shit? will i have to febreze my clothes if i leave the house? i can't be asked not to even have the 'smell of smoke' on me. i consider that smell an important accessory, that goes hand in hand with my alcoholic breath. defining 'me' as an individual, god damn it.  oh 2008, you were already such a gnarly year..., what will be the fate for smokers in '09?

it's all just another example of people getting an inch and demanding a mile...