How to Do It

How to do it... get your mind out of the gutter, I'm talking about being an online activist, you doorbell
There are many ways. And every bit helps, general conversation included. So I was minding my own business...

when it happened. And, yes, I suspected it would, but, understand I've already been through hell and I was trying to enjoy the rest of my life. The financial crash of 2008 hit and seemed to make everyone around me suddenly open their eyes, which I found semi-funny. People enjoy sleeping. I had so many problems during my whole life sleeping and staying asleep that now I was trying it out and actually having a few triumphs but was getting it interrupted now by others who were finally waking up and not liking it either. The conversations were hilarious.

So, I had already created this one youtube channel. The IT channel, for experimentation and mostly fun. But, then things got serious and I used the channel and created more channels to further serious conversation. I made lots of friends from strangers in strange lands. communicated with like minded people and caught up with old friends and tried to inform and educate close family and friends. Would you believe, it was harder to be on the same level with friends and family? It seemed those on my same mental level were thousands of miles away. Oh well.

http://www.youtube.com/user/Teezvid At the time, I also had a channel on Revver, but that got dumped because they went out of business and I was segregating my material between channels based on content, relevancy and colors and themes, so all these revver videos never made it back to the internet, because my life got disrupted and I couldn't get them back online. Besides the conversation had become much more serious now and I was following it more than trying to be part of it.

I had started my first blog in 2005, also experimental as I was watching the technology improve http://reckless-endangerment.blogspot.com/

I'm now lost in the shuffle of criminal and banking and business law attorneys with blogs with the same name. It would be hard for you to find me. But, at the time, I thought I was doing something novel and still wanted my privacy. So it was a creative writing experiment, mostly. I was learning to code, the hard way, by teaching myself at home from advice and examples from other peoples blogs. It was then I also discovered how much worth while information was out there in the blogesphere, which sadly no one around me seemed to be using. They were all still moving at a snails pace to the business as usual tune.

Instead of trying to detail every action I took, I will just list all the online material I can recall :

Youtube Channels

IT aka TEEZVID (music videos, tzm support, experimental video) has a blogger blog (see below)

Twig Snap Butt Crack, (reluctant, animated sex object, tzm support, ows support)had a long winded wordpress site and blog known as The Terrible TwigSnapButtCrack, no longer in existence, now just a blogger blog of stuff I could recover from the way back machine)

(Soundcloud channel)

(live ustream experimentation , link below)

DrQandtheGang aka The Pond or Jungle Boggie (live stream experimentation, pond creatures, animal life, tzm support)my current constant google profile as M Zero.

TZMArizona (tzm support, tvp support, recorded debates, skype interviews and promotions)

Zdancemobz, creative idea for Z Day event, (I got crazy one day with my small webcam, a webcam program called "webcammax" and recorded a bunch of promos for this idea, and had to create a new channel for it, even gave Twigsnap Buttcrack a feature there



BLOGS

TEEZ Video Travels (blog that goes with the IT channel)
Tucumcari Observer
Kingman Crazy Horse
You'vegottobekiddingme
Pajama Bandits
DanceMobz for Change
Mother Zero
Pond J. Boogie generally, I have many blogs on blogger because they are easy to post videos on and write for in a hurry and I can have as many titles as I want to spread awareness and education in many places, not just one. Being cripple does not mean that I have to be stationary or think stationary. On any day I can share as many videos as I want on all of my blogs if I want. I can link my blogs to other blogs or share them on facebook or twitter or tumbler or google, in as many ways as I like. But, so can you.

Live USTREAM
Jungle Boogie (live stream)or The Pond
Twig Snap Butt Crack Tick Talk Live

Scripts
Lucretia's Cat
The Basket Case

Soundcloud Channel
TwigSnapButtCrack Latest sounds by Twigsnapbuttcrack

Hauling ASS...Literally

It's nearly 5:30 pm here and it might seem that have done little all day, but that's not true. I have to stop judging myself based on the amount I am able to accomplish. Keep in mind that everyday I probably lose a little more of the strength I once had to move. Today I am lucky I was able to bath and still not completely wipe out getting out of the tub. My arms are pretty much all that I have to keep me from crashing. I still use my legs to stand but they aren't very cooperative. I have to look down at my feet to make sure they are still there. I feel my ankle pop in and out and that pisses me off. I also realized that my tomato plant was nothing more than sucker stems and I took her outside, released her from the pot and clipped the sucker stems to put them in a glass with some sugar water. I fed the poopers as I do everyday and (this is really where most of my time is spent) Trying to keep nutrients in, toxins out. The craziness... What craziness? It's all about survival for me. The last time I was extremely happy was the summer of 2008. Laying in the sun on the patio of Frank's backyard. Taking pictures of wild animals that passed through. I could still sorta walk then. Not anymore. The blow dryer died. Big deal. Now that it will get warmer I won't need it. I think about taking the damn thing apart and seeing if I could use any of the parts, but I have to reserve my energies for the things that I know I can complete now. No more playful hacking. That's somewhat depressing. No more singing, painting, dancing, decorating, beach combing...Nah, non of that. Thankfully, I have a comfortable bed mattress, a computer with endless amounts of media and am able to order and receive my supplies each month. When I had gone so far and not notified people of my realistic situation it was because I wouldn't allow the typical or traditional medical society to fuck with me anymore. I won't let anyone fuck with me anymore, it has always ended badly and made me worse or deeper in debt. I would always meet up with people who claimed they could heal me and they were always wrong, people who thought if I just had a better attitude, they were a joke, people who came into help me more or less came in to help them fucking selves. Fuck it. I have to be in control so that I can make it through another day and not get angry at the stupidity that's out there. Did I tell you what happened in New York? I don't think I did. New York was fucked up and I am not sure I can describe those happenings with any flare. I've even lost some of my wit where written composition is concerned. Let me see. I finally arrived in New York and got booted out within a day. I knew within a few hours that I would be leaving right away. A party that had invited me decided they didn't want to hear what I had to say. I am so used to that. Too many stairs to climb that someone neglected to tell me about. All wine and no green. Fucked up. Hey, but my OWS gang was cookin'. Made me proud. So I hightailed it back to Chicago where my son was and camped the rest of the time there. Chicago was even more fucked up, but I had to wait for proper passage rights. There were so many people freaking with the system, the dealers living out of hotels, the dying Christian right thinking incorrectly about government organizations and how they help you. But female police officer did me a favor and walked my dog when I was in a pinch, so I gotta respect that. I knew I couldn't stay there. The limbs were wilting, the money draining. Preparations I make keep this ship sailing. I do not hold on to hope when I know better, that's what always saves me. I am responsible for me.

Mind Cracking

The vicious cycle keeps turning.

While I was a refugee in Chicago over the last winter, (it's a really long story) (remind me to tell it sometime) I was trying to crack through the brainwashed mind of my own son whom was not aware that international bankers controlled everything, from his immense stress over the debt of his college tuition to his worry over the drug addicted neighbor who he suspected was stealing his packages ordered from Amazon, to his father's home value being under water. I couldn't get him to listen or understand long enough. He just wanted to work his salary paid sixty hours a week while feeling insecure about losing it while he spent all of his free time collaborating with other creative artists on a web comic book. He just wanted to experience his new found freedom from parental controls.

Yeah. He has merged on from his parent controlled life to the invisible parents controlling his life out in the BIG world, and the entire time he thinks he has freedom to choose.

The Freedom of Choice

The freedom of choice. How sad that really is. People walking everywhere thinking they control their own thoughts, they control their own hearts and emotions, they control their own behavior without being adequately attuned to so many of the influences that surround them. (deep breath here)

What if science were to be the best decider, without a profit motive or need for money attached? What if science were to replace political debates? Would this really be replacing the human experience or spirit?

This is how I kind of imagine it would look. I am living in a fully equipped and environmentally safe structure and I am receiving the best medical advice from not doctors but my computer and suddenly an alert is displayed. It's not irritating, it's just a message. A severe weather warning. But, I don't have to run into a corner of the room or crouch inside a doorway, I just have to know why my apartment or housing structure is about to protect me by changing the window tint or locking up the open hatches by automatically closing them for me.

"Darn" I snap. "I wanted to go out and sit on the patio this morning." Damn, that scientific warning system from keeping me locked up inside. I could be out there getting battered by hail and thrown over by winds. This science is really getting on my nerves. "Oh well. I can't blame the weather. I guess I'll just go over to the image screen and turn on my choice of programming." And I decide to choose the image and sounds of the roaring fireplace. How quickly I can change my desires from warmth to warmth.

Is having the freedom to choose really the best thing for a person? That depends I suppose, on whom else or what else is helping me or influencing me to make my decisions.

A young girl is informed by her doctors (conveys what scientific tests reveal) that it will be a strain on her body if she carries her pregnancy full term. Her high blood pressure and diabetes could bring about her death during child birth (risk). But, she doesn't believe in abortion. She has been taught it is a sin to kill another human life while it is growing inside her (religion). She has already formed an attachment to the unborn child and would rather take her chances and give birth (unfounded).

Her parents want to save her, so they want her to make the safe choice, but she already made the unsafe choice by having sex without contraception. (religion and emotional influence from boy who wanted to have sex) Her own biological hormones influenced her to want to have sex also and is there a medication that numbs the body from wanting to have sex? Yes. It's your choice of anti-depressants.

Will science be allowed to make all human decisions in the future? Is that what is scaring the hell out of everyone who do not want to imagine what it would be like to get rid of ridiculous political banter and war creating border controls? Are you kidding me?

While money is the center point for border control and political parties and workers who want to work and the unemployed drug addict who can't work but needs money to sustain a drug habit and the wealth behind drug lords and the banker's bullet, what is the difference between choosing science for social concern with monetary backing and science for social concern without monetary backing?

Give me a few minutes and not only will I crack your noggin, I will scramble your brains. MMMMM. I'm feeling hungry.