Retard Or Special?

While reading a friend's blog, I was introduced to the term, "tards"... a short for retards. I was actually quite shocked really. Not so much at the term itself, but because of the actual suggestion of the word 'retard'. But then, thinking on a little more, there's actually very little to be shocked and offended about. Here's why:

We give names to people groups just so we can at least address them. But every once in a while, some dork will go out and use it as a derogatory term [though there are some thats meant to be derogatory]

Take retards for example. The word as a definitive only indicates that that particular person has retarded learning capabilities. But being the fun natured beings we are, we're gonna poke fun at our friends by calling them retards. Soon enough, you'll be screaming 'Retard!' at the next person who happens to step on your shoe. Soon, it becomes widespread, people find it offensive, and then try to come up with a politically correct name. Like, 'mentally challenged'. I remember when that was THE word to use way back. Now its 'special needs'.

So, all we're really doing is perpetuating a ridiculous cycle of coming up with new and novel ways to rename some people groups. So think before you start calling people names.

If you're already tired of reading my rants, then at least read this cartoon:
Call Me Blind

Trivia: The word 'fuck' was originally a courtroom term to describe people having sexual intercourse.

The lazy mind

I admit. I've been lazy for the past month or so now. I haven't spent a lot of time thinking and spent a lot more of it 'living'. Hence the lack of blogging.

Then again, if by living I meant that I was doing my homework, and working hard at the office, I would be lying too. That can only mean one thing. I was just plain lazy and have hit a slump that has lasted for a month plus.

That sucks.

Will post again tomorrow after I've made some effort at digging myself out of this hole.

Like an Energizer

Crikey! I'm so wound up today that I can't sit in my chair without going into some mental conniption. My muscle's feel fatigued, and yet, I still want to go around and trash something. Maybe I shouldn't have played Evil Genius late into the night yesterday. Not that I'm feeling compelled to take over the world, no siree. Just confused as to whether to drop into a coma or to throw a chair out a window.

Alright, that's all for now. I have to be productive if I'm to get anything done around here, so I can't be entertaining bags of bacteria like yerselves. That's not an insult to you guys and girls... really. You gotta believe me. It's scientifically backed up.

Bet you think that's way cooler than my other post on why it smells after rain, eh?

Standing still in time and space

I know I'm cheating by placing two posts on the same day, but heck, I thought of other things to write of since the past ten minutes.

Ever had the feeling that you were so afraid of the future that you wished time would stand still? While having dinner with Mum, Dad, and my brother I suddenly felt so afraid of time that I wish it could just stop. Forget about the space-time continuum. I want to live today forever, like Groundhog Day... then again, maybe not like Groundhog Day.

But there is probably a time where I wish I could live forever. But I think I'll keep that to myself.

What? You want to know what it is?

Too bad. Not tellin'... evil, aren't I?

Spazzing out

Yeah yeah, I know. I haven't been updating myself lately. I haven't had much time because I'm swamped with work. I've been transcribing interviews for days on end, and there seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel... maybe because I'm not going in the right direction. Or maybe because the exit of the tunnel is filled with Sims 2. And I'm addicted to Sims 2. That's right. Sims 2. You should try it too. Now excuse me while I pine over playing it again. That's right. I'm a spaz.