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Jul 2
   Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2005...

It must be a cataclysm! I suddenly wake up at the terrifying clash of thunder and the roaring furry of a thousand galloping horses right above my head.

But then the blurry haze of sleep thins out and I am forced to retrofit the glamour of my dreams with a grim reality. The thunder was simply caused by an exploding set of Star Wars Lego™and the herd of horses was in fact one of cats. Three of them.

I look around confused. It’s still pitch black in here. It must be night time. Of course; cats only play at night when they can actually wake you up. Then they sleep all day.

So I fumble out of bed in a catacomb-like darkness, feel my way up some stairs and aim for the fridge. Something cold to drink and I’ll go right back to sleep.

A brief but sharp shriek makes me jump back in shock. I stepped on something. I was furry and warm. How could a cat manage to go from epic games across the room to lying in the middle of the stairs in such a short time?

I pour myself a glass of juice, chug it down, pour another one, drink half of it and put it down on the kitchen counter to close the fridge. A shadow jumps up behind me, lands on the countertop and knocks the glass down. Thank god it was plastic. The shadow flees as fast as it came, equally eager to avoid the cataract of juice and my unforgiving wrath.

But I’m wide awake now and decide to step outside to have a look at the stars. I should know better. As I slide the mosquito screen open, a shape slips between my legs and escapes out, while another bumps into me after a slight miscalculation.

Chasing a black cat on a dark night in a garden with no lights is a little depressing. It makes one ponder a futile existence in a meaningless void we call universe…

Eventually, the black cat is trapped and rushed back to the sliding door, which once opened lets out another shadow. This kitchen expedition is turning out to be a catastrophe. I catapult the first offender inside, run around the pool a few times to catch the second, negotiate my re-entry, and a great wave of relief surges over me. I didn’t even think of looking at the stars, but going back to bed will be my catharsis.

When I get back to my room, I sneak in, close the door carefully, smiling at myself with satisfaction, and collapse brutally on the bed without even turning the lights on.

This time, we both shriek. Me and the third cat, that is. 

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2005-07-02 18:22 • Posted in ICMOL:

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  • 1 - me, of beloeil says:

    « yan and me just adored the cattish nightmare. I read it aloud to him and his comment was : I’d love that to happen to me. :-) »

  • 2 - Rebecca says:

    « So your cattish nightmare is something I can relate to very much ‘V’!
    As you know,I foster animals for the local shelter. I am down to 4 kittens at this time! Two more successful adoptions last week! At one point we had 11 kittens moving everywhere and into everything! I can totally understand the nightmare of standing still and still having the floor move beneath you!
    In time...one gets used to the tricks and games cats play on the human species! Never...NEVER have only 1 cat! Those night time games they play, would soon be with you if they had no other playmates! So I say to all....check your local shelters for playmates! Everyone needs a pet like Vince to keep life ‘wild’!~ hugs ~ »

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Apr 5

We live in a carefully crafted, expertly maintained state of fear. A fearful, subdued, worried population seems easier to manage in the long run because it is easily influenced and doesn’t show too much initiative, nor does it too actively seek change.

The trick is to keep the crowds ignorant of their own fear; to make everybody think less, and only about specifically chosen topics; to feed weak minds and their too vivid imaginations with shocking, disturbing news but then convince them that those are the facts of life.

Human beings are morbid by nature. They instinctively seek the sight of blood and the thought of suffering. So the media feeds them just that, deliberately choosing to avoid cheerful, happy subjects, as they serve no purpose in controlling the masses and will not profit anybody, especially not said media.

People watch the news and read the papers to be shocked, to get assaulted by other people’s suffering and to bathe into the so-called reality of familiar concepts such as drama, crime, politics and gossip. Those things, while evil and negative by nature, serve the greater human need to justify one’s own weakness and struggling.

« Yes, I’m broke, I’m stressed, I’m unhappy, I’m being cheated on and I’m cheating myself, I hate my life, I’m on drugs, I never do anything useful or chase after my dreams, I am unable to receive love or give it properly, but SEE, it’s not really my fault, the whole world is bad and full of pain, hatred and failure. So if it’s all so terrible out there, heck, my own troubles aren’t so bad after all, and they make me part of the community. »

So rather than seek an improvement to their condition or a solution to their blindness, people then turn to distraction as a cure, or at least a relief to their pain. And distraction, not surprisingly, comes from the media too. Ridiculous TV series and soap operas allow the audience to watch more of the same shit happening to imaginary people, so that they don’t loose touch with life’s daily crap. And reality TV manages to tap into those same morbid needs, turns them into money makers, and through the wise use of mankind’s natural voyeurism tendencies, keeps people safely away from the real reality, the one where the world might actually be pretty and fair, and a great place to live in.

Note: I’m using the forms « they » and « people » very loosely here so that nobody will feel singled out; pointing fingers is not my goal. All I really can talk about is myself, so no, I do not watch the news nor do I sit day after day in front of the TV to follow a soap’s never-ending saga. BUT, I am guilty of other things, cynicism and a patronizing tone, among other things. Oh, and buying cappuccinos only for the foam. And crossing streets while the hand is up. And taking better pictures with my right index on the shutter than my left.

 

2006-04-05 11:14 • Posted in Schtroumpfissime:

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  • 1 - Sigrid says:

    « Oh, there are so many things to argue with, here, that I don’t even know where to start.
    So I’ll just say: don’t you think absolute cynicism does as little in the realm of the « positive » as artificially maintaining a state of fear?
    Love :) S »

  • 2 - Vince says:

    « The cynicism thing was a JOKE, you French-speaking, nutella-eating, cat-loving fool ;-) Love too »

  • 3 - l'italiana says:

    « well well.. when one cynic and one naîve
    get together, they sum up « reality » :
    which is that, beyond all evil, we were
    born, and will always be, children of love. Sleeping and often dumb children of love but still, and forever, children of love. »

  • 4 - Carl Galloway says:

    « Taking logic a small step further along the path, by recognising this human condition, one could become spectacularly wealthy by catering to the insecurities of the general masses. Why don’t we form a cult together? »

  • 4.1 - Vince answers:

    « Hello Carl, it’s a pleasure to see you in here!

    Regarding the cult, you are so right! We’ll call it “Saving the masses from themselves, one check at a time”.

    Slogan:
    “Are you afraid to miss the next episode of Sex and the City because of an attack on your local power plant? (Bummer, I might just have gotten flagged by Uncle Sam for using the words attack and power plant together in an email…) Are you having trouble sleeping at night because you worry about opening the newspaper tomorrow and not finding in there a single accident report or bloody murder story to prepare you for a stressful day at work? Fear no more! State of Fear Inc. will provide you with support and advice as soon as we have received your first payment. Don’t wait any longer. Call now! If you call and sign up within the next five minutes, you will receive a free surprise bonus. Call now! 1-800-FEAR-NOT."

    Note to the masses: please send all payments to my bank in the Cayman Islands.

    ;-)

    P.S. Awesome job on s9y, you guys, keep it up! »

  • 5 - Sigrid says:

    « That’s all very well but there are two steps you must take, if you want to make money.
    a) write a best seller about it
    b) then tour the country making conferences that repeat the content of your book
    I think the slogan should be:
    « When all is well, BEWARE!!! It is not really. » »

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