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Ignoring Machine-Gun Advertisements

Ignoring Machine-Gun Advertisements

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Published by jwr47
I am learning every day of my life. And right now I have managed to control my eyes completely. That is: my eyes may follow the central column of may browser without paying ANY attention to the advertisements at the left side and the right side of the text column.
No matter what advertisement is popping up wildly in the brightest colors, no matter what ridiculous frequency pattern is shocking and madly hopping the images of naked or half naked women and men are being ramped up and down the screen – my eyes remain solidly fixed to the central texts, just like Saint Anton's eyes never had been deviated from his goal by any of the apocalyptic temptations he had been suffering.
Famously, Anthony is said to have faced a series of supernatural temptations during his pilgrimage to the desert. But none of his temptations had been so natural as the images my browser produces in reading a simple text in a blogger's column, closed up in between two columns of high-paid advertising pillars. The high frequency bombardments of brightly flickering graphical messages automatically attracts any attention left in the attacked brains. I had my eyes lasered twice to fix the retina damages.
Only a thoroughly trained mind and the highest concentration of ignoring demons and temptations by consequently paralyzing the eyes' musculature enables me to keep my eyes concentrated on the text. And probably I would be winning any contest in "Ignoring Advertisements" in which candidates are tested by modern internet browsers for the most flash-flickering and flick-flashering images we ever saw. How many bandwidth has been spilled for flashing advertisements into my poor child's eyes? How many bits and colors will have to be spooled to the web-pages to make me buy some crazy unwanted ticket – probably the most unwanted British Airways free ticket to London Heathrow!!! Nobody knows the pain of the nerves my brain has to suffer from those ignorant programmers who are coding these irritant graphics with the flashes and flopping fluppies or flupping floppies.
But right now, at last I feel relieved. After four years of daily training my mind now has been empowered to ignore these blasts of pixel storms fired at my brain. I now know how to ignore these flashes. I have trained my eyes to send these images to hell. None of these messages will ever reach any of the synapses. All of these superfluous bits and pieces are automatically being sent to the abdomen's garbage collection. My brain's trash basket has been programmed to empty all irrelevant advertisement bits directly to the large intestine where it is being disposed.
I haven't seen any advertisements ever since the first of Mai. The last advertisement I remember was dog food at the left, mixed up with right-sided girls from some remote country, who needed to be married. I don't remember what country it may have been, but those must have been the last ones.
I do feel some relief now. My blood pressure returned to normal. My hands aren't shaking any more and the trembling of my eyes has vanished. Normality returns and my thoughts are calming down. I do not dream nightmares of having to eat dog food any more. No more thought-dreams to buy investment shares and renting an apartment in Florida either.
Slowly, slowly life starts to be boring again – just as it had been in my youth, at the era of non-web-based internet. Those days the advertisements had been restricted to the movies: five minutes just before High Noon started. I still remember what I had seen at that cinematic evening. The advertisement frequency had been once a week I guess. Today's advertisements are being fired at a rate of a machine gun, but they do not hit me any more....
I am learning every day of my life. And right now I have managed to control my eyes completely. That is: my eyes may follow the central column of may browser without paying ANY attention to the advertisements at the left side and the right side of the text column.
No matter what advertisement is popping up wildly in the brightest colors, no matter what ridiculous frequency pattern is shocking and madly hopping the images of naked or half naked women and men are being ramped up and down the screen – my eyes remain solidly fixed to the central texts, just like Saint Anton's eyes never had been deviated from his goal by any of the apocalyptic temptations he had been suffering.
Famously, Anthony is said to have faced a series of supernatural temptations during his pilgrimage to the desert. But none of his temptations had been so natural as the images my browser produces in reading a simple text in a blogger's column, closed up in between two columns of high-paid advertising pillars. The high frequency bombardments of brightly flickering graphical messages automatically attracts any attention left in the attacked brains. I had my eyes lasered twice to fix the retina damages.
Only a thoroughly trained mind and the highest concentration of ignoring demons and temptations by consequently paralyzing the eyes' musculature enables me to keep my eyes concentrated on the text. And probably I would be winning any contest in "Ignoring Advertisements" in which candidates are tested by modern internet browsers for the most flash-flickering and flick-flashering images we ever saw. How many bandwidth has been spilled for flashing advertisements into my poor child's eyes? How many bits and colors will have to be spooled to the web-pages to make me buy some crazy unwanted ticket – probably the most unwanted British Airways free ticket to London Heathrow!!! Nobody knows the pain of the nerves my brain has to suffer from those ignorant programmers who are coding these irritant graphics with the flashes and flopping fluppies or flupping floppies.
But right now, at last I feel relieved. After four years of daily training my mind now has been empowered to ignore these blasts of pixel storms fired at my brain. I now know how to ignore these flashes. I have trained my eyes to send these images to hell. None of these messages will ever reach any of the synapses. All of these superfluous bits and pieces are automatically being sent to the abdomen's garbage collection. My brain's trash basket has been programmed to empty all irrelevant advertisement bits directly to the large intestine where it is being disposed.
I haven't seen any advertisements ever since the first of Mai. The last advertisement I remember was dog food at the left, mixed up with right-sided girls from some remote country, who needed to be married. I don't remember what country it may have been, but those must have been the last ones.
I do feel some relief now. My blood pressure returned to normal. My hands aren't shaking any more and the trembling of my eyes has vanished. Normality returns and my thoughts are calming down. I do not dream nightmares of having to eat dog food any more. No more thought-dreams to buy investment shares and renting an apartment in Florida either.
Slowly, slowly life starts to be boring again – just as it had been in my youth, at the era of non-web-based internet. Those days the advertisements had been restricted to the movies: five minutes just before High Noon started. I still remember what I had seen at that cinematic evening. The advertisement frequency had been once a week I guess. Today's advertisements are being fired at a rate of a machine gun, but they do not hit me any more....

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Published by: jwr47 on May 08, 2014
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