PUPPET FACE?

I love the Internet.

Like I don't have enough crap to waste my time doing, but recent gossip about Lady Gaga being a puppet for the Illuminati has totally absorbed me — which is waayy more interesting than the rumours she is a hermaphrodite.

Illuminati — not to be confused with the Glitterati — refers to the secret Bavarian society founded in 1776 and means "enlightened."

It's argued the Bavarian society has survived to this day, forming the New World Order, a conspiracy theory in which a secretive and powerful group want world domination and have been conducting an elaborate plot to do so.

Thanks to an offhanded comment from a co-worker, explaining the gist of the story, I've now spent the better part of an hour — OK, more like 1.5 hours — researching this claim. And there are some serious connections and symbols that make for a strong case.

The Vigilant Citizen did a great exposition that — in my mind — outs the strangely vapid, yet utterly absorbing, songstress.

"Lady Gaga is a poster-girl for Illuminati mind control, a puppet who embodies exactly what the public represents in the eyes of the elite: mindless drones, mannequins, remote controlled robots, hypnotized degenerates incapable of thinking coherently. On the other hand, her symbolism is deep, esoteric and even spiritual. This paradoxical aspect of Lady Gaga is something that deserves to be analyzed and understood. While masses of young people imitate Gaga’s brain-dead persona, the subversive symbolism surrounding her art still reaches the fan’s subconscious. She is not the Antichrist though (last I’ve heard), she is simply one of the many pop stars sending out similar messages to the public. Combined with Hollywood movies, TV shows and commercials, media outlets are programming young minds to think and act a specific way."

Her songs, so repetitive and catchy, stick in your head all day. I don't know how many times I've caught myself singing Poker Face while cleaning the house or driving in the car.

And the videos — totally mesmerizing! I can't physically make myself change the channel when Paparazzi is on.

After a closer look, tons of Illuminati symbolism can be found: The satanic ram's head, masonic checkered pattern, the robot and Mickey Mouse clothing, the "seeing eye" thing (she does this a lot, actually), her bound by lights and lots more.

Seriously, after checking a few things out, Gaga is either under Illuminati control and l'm an off-my-rocker conspiracy theorist or she has brilliantly and single-handedly crafted a persona for herself that the public is eating up with spoons.

MIA

Sadly, I am taking a bit of a hiatus from blogging. Temporarily.

It seems PCs and I cannot live harmoniously and, thus, I have killed desktop No. 2 this year.

So, I'm gonna gather my beans and buttons for the next while and — hopefully — splurge on a mac laptop. (For they are the superior product in the computer world.)

Until then, however, I might post quickies here and there, but, since it'll be done during working hours, they'll be brief, if anything.

Please stay tuned...

HIPSTERDOM

Hipster Olympics

An epic battle of apathetic grandeur . . . and hilarious, yet sad, commentary of the state of society.

HANGDOG

What could have been

That's what I see in you

I let it slip through

"A fresh start"

Is what you deserve

Things once admired

Now what I abhor

What I see in you

That will never be

GROWING PAINS

I miss Mackenzie.

He's my son. He's going to be 13 on Dec. 13. He was born on Friday the 13th.

Figures.

I miss him, not only because he's in Alberta with his grandparents - who I am eternally indebted to, but that's another story - on summer holidays, but also because he's growing up so fast.

For those of you who don't have kids, the latter statement probably sounds like something your parents told you while you rolled your eyes and exhaled noisily.

For those of you who do have kids - you know what I mean.

One second you're cradling this tiny life form in your arms, the only they have and depend on is you, and then you blink and your beautiful baby has long shaggy hair, is only home to eat or play video games (in his room, with the door closed, in the dark) and you're lucky to get a text message letting you know he's OK, which looks something like this: momz im @ devins b bk @ 6 wts 4 sups? lolz.

Sigh.

It was at Mackenzie's Grade 7 graduation ceremony - yes, my child is entering high school in the fall, also another story - that just how independent he is hit me.

His teacher, who was incredible, was talking about what a great kids he is and just how much he's grown during the past year - and, you know, he was so right. I watched from the back of the room as my son - who recently used hair-removal cream to get rid of a prepubescent mustache - walked across the stage to pick up his school crest as his class cheered and shouted his name.

I even heard a girl shout: "I love you, Mackenzie!"

Shudder.

Then, there was a slideshow, with photos set to music of Mackenzie and his classmates during the past year.

Low in my chair in the back of the darkened room, I had a good cry.

It was a side of my son that I'd never seen: Him laughing, goofing off with friends, working on class projects and having a blast at Eagle Bay, the end-of-year class trip.

He is his own person. His own thoughts, dreams and quirky humour. Words cannot describe what a wonderfully unique, teen-aged individual he's turned into.

When I wasn't looking, it became time for me to let him down from my arms, be there for him always, but let him do it on his own terms.

Now, if only I could let go.