This is a great little rant about how flakey we are about playing the same old creepy games over and over since the dawn of time. From one perspective, we could just sit down in hopeless despair and scream, why are we such insipid assholes?!!! Some of us do but it looks like the game—despite appearances, which can be deceiving—is not progress. And that is frustrating but the game can’t be progress. We like to presume—with little evidence—that we are more intelligent than those who lived before us. Chances are intelligence soars and dives in an exquisite dance defying our theories about it. We’re smart, we’re dumb. We’re smart here and dumb there. Balance. We can’t know how smart we are unless we know how dumb we are and it appears to not be some awareness that once gained is never forgotten for obvious reasons. We come and go. While we’re here, we change.
All of this doesn’t make the song a useless rant. Far from it. It seems more a rant that goes along with how we live life—bitching about when we are not acting on our best behavior. Sometimes we don’t. It sounds callous to say that history would be boring as hell comprised of incident after incident of well-thought-out good behavior but it’s true. Someone would be itching to throw a rock through the window and we might all welcome this—having forgotten what good behavior even looks like because its pervading presence caused it to homogenize into non-existence.
And there’s a great chance that Sting would even want to throw that rock—given this perspective.
You are so squirrely. You haven’t been around for months and months and now you’re itching to goof off while I have work to do.
That was always me. You’ll get everything done and I’ll dump the baggage you have trying to con you into doing their Net research for free. In fact your spell has been cast making it increasingly impossible for riff raff to abuse professionals. Remember when we said the Internet is not your friend? It ain’t. We’re regressing into rudeness but there’s always light at the eott.
And this song?
Became part of...
You are so squirrely. You haven’t been around for months and months and now you’re itching to goof off while I have work to do.
That was always me. You’ll get everything done and I’ll dump the baggage you have trying to con you into doing their Net research for free. In fact your spell has been cast making it increasingly impossible for riff raff to abuse professionals. Remember when we said the Internet is not your friend? It ain’t. We’re regressing into rudeness but there’s always light at the eott.
And this song?
Became part of the spell.
Never a dull moment with you.
Rarely.
This is a great little rant about how flakey we are about playing the same old creepy games over and over since the dawn of time. From one perspective, we could just sit down in hopeless despair and scream, why are we such insipid assholes?!!! Some of us do but it looks like the game—despite appearances, which can be deceiving—is not progress. And that is frustrating but the game can’t be progress. We like to presume—with little evidence—that we are more intelligent than those who lived before us. Chances are intelligence soars and dives in an exquisite dance defying our theories about it. We’re smart, we’re dumb. We’re smart here and dumb there. Balance. We can’t know how smart we are unless we know how dumb we are and it appears to not be some awareness that once gained is never forgotten for obvious reasons. We come and go. While we’re here, we change.
All of this doesn’t make the song a useless rant. Far from it. It seems more a rant that goes along with how we live life—bitching about when we are not acting on our best behavior. Sometimes we don’t. It sounds callous to say that history would be boring as hell comprised of incident after incident of well-thought-out good behavior but it’s true. Someone would be itching to throw a rock through the window and we might all welcome this—having forgotten what good behavior even looks like because its pervading presence caused it to homogenize into non-existence.
And there’s a great chance that Sting would even want to throw that rock—given this perspective.
You are so squirrely. You haven’t been around for months and months and now you’re itching to goof off while I have work to do. That was always me. You’ll get everything done and I’ll dump the baggage you have trying to con you into doing their Net research for free. In fact your spell has been cast making it increasingly impossible for riff raff to abuse professionals. Remember when we said the Internet is not your friend? It ain’t. We’re regressing into rudeness but there’s always light at the eott. And this song? Became part of...
You are so squirrely. You haven’t been around for months and months and now you’re itching to goof off while I have work to do.
That was always me. You’ll get everything done and I’ll dump the baggage you have trying to con you into doing their Net research for free. In fact your spell has been cast making it increasingly impossible for riff raff to abuse professionals. Remember when we said the Internet is not your friend? It ain’t. We’re regressing into rudeness but there’s always light at the eott. And this song? Became part of the spell.
Never a dull moment with you. Rarely.