Rob Smith

An Active Observer, an Aspiring Writer

Month: May, 2014

…I Don’t Venture Often into Political Discourse..

I no longer venture very far into political discourse; though when I do, I am hell bent of WORLD DOMINATION.

In my early and mid twenties, I became rather active in local politics. At an early age, I became part of “inner circles” of two political campaigns, one for a state justice position and the other for a congressional campaign.  In both instances, I learned the same lesson.  Regardless of passionately you feel about your beliefs and no matter how small the office, politics in America is a machine. You either have the support of the local politburo or you face a uphill battle. To garner such support you either have had to have drinks with the party boss every other weekend, have had shit on him/her or other such nonsense.

The one take away is as follows.  You go big or go home.  You have a huge cash reserve, enough so that the incumbents wife is sucking your dick in a coat room- or you don’t even bother to throw your hat in the ring. As much as I hate to say it now, as bat-shit crazy as he was, the Ross Perot model is road that would need be traveled down in order to create any sort of long changing in America.  Sure you can suck the party bosses dick, not rock the boat with you views and get elected.  But then what mother fucker?  You’ve just become part of the machine… and that is not what you thought you’d be when you grew up.  Back in the day when you still had ideas, ideals- a soul. Sure you’re getting a check… and maybe some day that party boss will let you run for a higher office…..   But that’s not why you got into this racket, right?

And we all agree it’s a racket, right?

Find something else you’re good at….. build up the wealth…  circle back to this dream of making a “difference” when you have the ability to skull fuck your opposition at will.  Just make a strong attempt to keep the bat-shit crazy thoughts inside your head– and not in the press– at least until after the election.

Good Night… and good luck…

Some Links…. Some Thoughts

Surfing the webs quite a bit as of late- looking for something interesting, something to tickle my fancy.  We’ll start off with this interesting blog Still Drinking.

Programming Sucks

Keeping a program afloat sucks monkey balls; and by this I am not speaking of the cute imaginary cartoon monkeys you might be picturing in your head.  No, I am speaking of the feral monkey, who hasn’t washed said balls in a stream or been in the rain for months.  Though I don’t leave work quite as often the last month, with the flavor of salty sweaty hominid ball sack, picking lice out of my teeth as I limp through the parking lot to my car,  as I had over the proceeding two years, the whole thing leave a bad taste in my mouth (errrr…  pun intended?). My favorite quote and the one I most connected with was as follows:

“Eventually every programmer wakes up and before they’re fully conscious they see their whole world and every relationship in it as chunks of code, and they trade stories about it as if sleepiness triggering acid trips is a normal thing that happens to people.”

This was me the summer of 2011 to fall of 2012. Wait… fuuuck….  this saga has been dragging on for three years, and not two as I stated above.   Well 2011/2012 is a dead space for me, so forgive me for having a bit of a fucking time dilation issue.  Its a lot like time travel, except you still fucking age. So I guess its not like time travel at all.  Its more like a year and a half black out drinking event- with the same wear and tear on the body. Regardless, the essay is well worth a read.



This is an interesting project- and the first (and probably only) crowd-funded venture I’ve ever given money.  The concept is solid,  collaborative story telling in a “game” format.  Very low tech with a high entertainment value.  Haven’t been involved enough to really give an opinion on the project.


Random Thought

I was talking to someone at work about my vacation- and directed them to some public photos on my locked down Friendface account.  I got to thinking that I have no idea what the people in my building are like outside of the office.  I went home that evening and stalked via various social media outlets, various people I see on a day to day basis.  This is not an activity I recommend.  If you were to run the same experiment in your life, I believe you will find these people to surprisingly boring…  and occasionally a little strange, albeit in a rather dull sort of way.  The somewhat sexy account executive who you are sure was a bit wild in her twenties only posts crap about work- and that stodgy executive doesn’t have an interesting cosplay fetish as you suspected (although he does collect model trains- and seems rather obsessed with not only photographing them- but posing with said trains, looking contemplative)