gulity pleasure numbs the soul

It's true. Wading through hours of video clips of people getting maimedas a result of thier own brainless actions kinda makes you feel less. I haven't been inspired to write here too much.

I think I've realized to get what I want out of life, I have to do things that don't agree with my morals. My life has so little to do with how I feel. I guess that makes me have little to say.

I could just be a bit tired and depressed. I think I'm catching a cold.

The birth of a new venture

Last week Paul & I started a new website, darwinized.com. Paul had a concept for "pain tv" where we have video clips of people getting injured in whatever way, be it fighting, racing, stupid stunts, ect. I'd like to get some original content, but the net is funny like that. So far, were posting basically classics and putting fresh commentary to them. Within two months, we'll have enough content to really push the sight for heavy traffic. I'm enjoying the work so far, I see it as a hobby site that has the potential to make money.

The Darwinized.com hoodie, That would look good riding around on a motorcycle. Some kid come up and says "You KNOW about darwinized? That site is sick!" I can say "Yeah, I'm Mr. Wilson." and feel like a celebrity for about a minute. That would be so cool.

I no longer want to change the world. I want to collect the misery and suffering, put it all under one roof, and sell tickets like a virtual freakshow. I can't stop the suffering, but I can put up a website and sell t-shirts.

I feel so dirty inside, but I like dirty if it pays.