Apparently, the latest Harry Potter DVD was manufactured under a low transfer quality so people would decide to upgrade to bluray. I haven't received my pre-ordered DVD in the mail yet so I can't say for certain, but the folks at the DH pt2 board who do have the DVD have all said the same thing. They purposely made it sub-standard quality so people would go out and purchase bluray players and the blurays themselves if they want to experience the full quality.
I of course posted a lengthy post regarding how bullcrap this is, how some people can't afford to buy blurays, the players, or even HDTV's (I still have a 27" CRT). WB is cheating the good DVD buying consumers out of quality product in order to get people to upgrade and I am outraged.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Wild and dangerous
They’ve always said I was wild. For as long as I can remember they’ve said that and chuckled and shaken their heads, and I’ve smiled and nodded eagerly.
Only a few said it and meant it in a perceived negative context, as in uncontrollable. Teachers and other people like them certainly did. As I grew up I began seeing their condemnation in a positive light, basically ignoring and rejecting their interpretation of it. I am wild and crazy. It’s a great fact.
During my adolescence the whispers and ugly stares began increasing. I heard the word dangerous be used about me for the first time. It has been repeated quite a few times since then. Dangerous, because I was seen as a bad influence on my friends and other kids. I wasn’t very good at taking orders and that spread to my circle of friends and beyond. It was great fun. We played and sang Another Brick in the Wall by Pink Floyd in the schoolyard and enjoyed it immensely. Those lyrics say everything about school, really, what it truly is.
No one, as far as I know claimed I was dangerous in terms of «violent», but they could just as well have, because their judgmental attitude and their actions according to that felt more than bad enough. Society doesn’t want strong and independent people. I’m fairly convinced of that fact. My experience from an early age stresses it.
And yeah, I’m still wild and crazy, and I am dangerous, more dangerous than ever, practically lethal in a society seeing anyone not fitting in as a threat. It feels great, feels intoxicating when I see the worry in their worry in their eyes, when I know I don’t fit in among all those puppets I’m passing on the streets every day.
Human beings are born free, but grow up in chains, a horrible state no one needs to accept. I’m certainly not accepting it. It’s so great, so thoroughly amazing to see the world interpreted by free, independent, wild and dangerous thoughts that I never would have wanted to be without them.
Who would be stupid enough to want that?
Only a few said it and meant it in a perceived negative context, as in uncontrollable. Teachers and other people like them certainly did. As I grew up I began seeing their condemnation in a positive light, basically ignoring and rejecting their interpretation of it. I am wild and crazy. It’s a great fact.
During my adolescence the whispers and ugly stares began increasing. I heard the word dangerous be used about me for the first time. It has been repeated quite a few times since then. Dangerous, because I was seen as a bad influence on my friends and other kids. I wasn’t very good at taking orders and that spread to my circle of friends and beyond. It was great fun. We played and sang Another Brick in the Wall by Pink Floyd in the schoolyard and enjoyed it immensely. Those lyrics say everything about school, really, what it truly is.
No one, as far as I know claimed I was dangerous in terms of «violent», but they could just as well have, because their judgmental attitude and their actions according to that felt more than bad enough. Society doesn’t want strong and independent people. I’m fairly convinced of that fact. My experience from an early age stresses it.
And yeah, I’m still wild and crazy, and I am dangerous, more dangerous than ever, practically lethal in a society seeing anyone not fitting in as a threat. It feels great, feels intoxicating when I see the worry in their worry in their eyes, when I know I don’t fit in among all those puppets I’m passing on the streets every day.
Human beings are born free, but grow up in chains, a horrible state no one needs to accept. I’m certainly not accepting it. It’s so great, so thoroughly amazing to see the world interpreted by free, independent, wild and dangerous thoughts that I never would have wanted to be without them.
Who would be stupid enough to want that?
Another Brick in the Wall Part 2
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
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