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There's Only One Mind-Reader

2012-02-04T21:45:00.000-08:00

The end.

When You Don't Know When What Happened

2012-02-04T21:05:00.000-08:00

[the post goes here]

And You Can't [REDACTED] It

VO2

2012-02-04T20:03:00.001-08:00

"First We Take Manhattan" might work too.

Let There Be Light

2012-02-04T19:29:00.000-08:00

The thing with stuff that's going on what-with all the internet stuff is that people have forgotten there is a difference between things that happen on the internet and things that happen in real life (IRL).

Think about anything.

Like, seriously, anything at all.

Now, -- Wait. Did you think of something yet?

I know you didn't, but I'll pretend that someone did.

Now, think of that thing as if there were no internet.

Get it?

See now how Intellectual Property Does Not Exist (TM)?

"But the Internet _does_ exist," I hear some pule.

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I heard about some music-guy, so I looked him up on the internet (for the politicians, I'm pretty specific about capitalization (no, not capital as in money, the big-letter-type-of-thing)), and he has an album I'd pay $20 for. Thing is, he sells CDs. Yeah, I know, right? They're just such a hassle.

So, I'm thinking I'll email him something like, "I'll send you $20 if you send me some .flacs or HQ .mp3s with a perpetual download link."

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[CONTINUATION EVENTUALLY]

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I bought a floor-lamp.

This Post

2011-12-08T17:14:00.000-08:00

I forgot what this post was to be about, and I don't really care that I forgot what this post was to be about.

About Which I Care

2011-12-08T17:00:00.000-08:00

THIS SPACE INTENTIONALLY LEFT BLANK

The Whole World and Stuff

2011-12-08T16:33:00.000-08:00

The whole motherfucking world and stuff.

Like, totally, everything you, yeah, YOU, know.

Guess what?

For what-ever reason (my "what-ever" reason), I make the world in which you live and know.

Why?

Duh. Because I just typed it.

Like, just now.

Here, at 7:36:38 Eastern Time on Thursday, December 8, 2011.

I am pretty sure it is Eastern Standard Time, but it may be Daylight Saving Time (I do know there is no "s" added to Saving).

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I have no idea what I typed above.

Seriously.

I am not even going to re-read it.

I am hearing that "Stronger" song by the Taylor-Swift-guy, and, apparently, it is about heterosexual-sexual-interaction.

Is is really that complicated?

Heterosexual-sexual-interaction, that is.

I'm thinking, now, if the two chicks whose asses I grabbed earlier wanted to engage in some form of sexual-interaction, I'd so totally be up for that.

All they'd have to do is ask.

Do we (as males) really need to spend all that money on recording-studio-time to get cute/hot chicks (cute and hot as defined by me (or the male-whomever)) to get all sexy-time and stuff?

Well, not looking around while looking around, I guess, yes?

Wat?

Years Not Withstanding

2011-12-08T16:26:00.000-08:00

Also, whatever and stuff, so far as I know, I am not now, nor have I ever been, Mao or a Mao in any way-shape-or-form.

Thank you.

The Unholy [WHATEVER] of the [WHERE-EVER]

2011-12-08T16:03:00.000-08:00

Ahh, so who is who and where-from and stuff?

Me, I don't really care.

So, just to appease the assorted assumed-minorities and what-not, you get to be part of the Unholy-Christian-Trinity-of-whatever-direction.

Happy now?

This is me, and the me is whatever and stuff.

Unhappy because you are not of the unholy-christian-trinity-of-the-west?

Too bad.

Fuck you.

There is me (like, ME, the, like, totally awesome me, and then there is you, whom I may or may not include, but I probably will, because, really, I don't really care about stuff and stuff, so all the more that care about stuff and stuff will just make my job easier; however, if thou thinkest that procuring more from me for the sake of building yourself up will something-or-something, well, think again, because I am so totally at the point where I will stuff-and-stuff-and-not-give-any-fuck-and-stuff-like-that.

Wat?

I dunno, at least not in the sense that I can type it to you.

Wat?

In terms of YOU, I am me, and I do what I do because I do what I do.

Do i STRAY?

Sure.

Do I not want to stray?

Fuck yeah, motherfucker.

What does that mean?

Like I give a fuck.

That's what that means.

The End, I guess.

No Hover-Hand Here

2011-12-08T15:24:00.000-08:00

I was going to go see "The Autobiogragphy of [THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF NICOLAE CEAUSESCU] (all caps
'cause Imma-bit-drinked-up), and I still want to see it, but I will, if I have to, proper-schedule-wise-and-stuff, just download it.

Why?

Dude, that dude is like so totally a Mao that has been made into a movie.

Were there a similar movie about Mao (the China-guy-one), I'd so totally so like to go see that one too, but, instead, no go see it, because I don't really want to get on a bus all drinky and have to hit an ATM before seeing it.

Also, WTF is with the legroom at the Cinematheque?

Seriously, you so totally gotta like sit sideways and shit to be comfortable there. That there is concrete data re: some crap or somthing about how various peoples and how they used to be this, that or whatever.

The thing with studying people is that you have to study everything, like EVERYTHINHG, like, even this blog post, regardless of the inspiration.

Yeah, research-wise, I got a lot to learn, but I know only my deficiencies (no spill-check on that one) from that which is data-ized.

--- OR, Dramatic-Pause-and-stuff-0r-whatever

Don't get me wrong, I get that I am the end-all of whatever and stuff, but the point I am trying to make is that, were I not what I am, I would like to elictit from them that are the means to further the whatever-happens-to-be to the whomever-that-happens-to-be,

Also, I Totally Grabbed Two Hot-Chick Asses Today

One More

2011-11-10T01:30:00.000-08:00

If someone pulls out a gun, points it at you and demands your goods, give them up unless you are Chuck Norris or Jackie Chan or Steven Stegal or some other fast-as-fuck person,

It is only when a firearm is referenced that one may disable and acquire the firearm of the referencer.

If someone points a gun at you, you're fucked.

Well, pretty much,

There is the theme from the anti-rape campaigns that say if you are fucked, you may as well try to fuck the person who has fucked you.

That, I leave up to you.

I think the past few posts would give you an idea as to what I would do, but such a venture would be risky, and I am so disgusted right now that I'd be all like "wat-ever" and "wat-ever" and stuff in terms of aggressors.

The Accomplices

2011-11-10T01:20:00.000-08:00

You are better off neutralizing one accomplice rather than trying to neutralize all accomplices.

The psychological effect from seeing an accomplice felled will likely cause another accomplice to flee. Regardless, you are better off neutralizing with certainty one accomplice than partially disabling multiple accomplices.

Addendum: If you can determine an "alpha" accomplice, that is to say, an accomplice who is unusually large or intimidating-looking individual, that accomplice should be your primary secondary-target.

Why?

If someone looks like an "alpha" or leader or someone-who-is-probably-the-one-the-others-would-fear, felling that accomplice would result in an increased psychological-deterrent. That is is say, take out the big-one and the little ones will scatter.

What To Do

2011-11-10T01:10:00.000-08:00

If someone demands from you your possessions, and during that demand, the demander lifts a shirt or opens a coat or jacket to reveal a firearm, IMMEDIATELY rush toward that individual and use your fingers, hands or fists to strike that person in the throat, or, preferably, in the throat AND eyes.

If you are not learned in the ways of disabling a human being, I would recommend using the fingers of both hands to strike at the front of the neck. If push comes to shove, jam your fingers, and disregard any pain your fingers may feel, into the eye or eyes of your aggressor. Any finger damage you may suffer will be insignificant relative to the damage you will inflict upon the eyes of your aggressor.

Then, make an attempt to acquire your aggressor's firearm.

Be careful, or as careful as you can be, as your aggressor's firearm will likely be in a ready-to-fire state. That is to say, if it is a revolver, the safety will be off, and if it is a semi-automatic, the safety will be off and there will be a round in the chamber ready to fire upon pulling the trigger.

Once you acquire the firearm, immediately shoot the accomplices of you aggressor, even if you are on the ground after disabling the primary aggressor. Aim for the torso, or body.

Then, if your aggressor continues to be aggressive, shoot him too.

Note: the firearms and ammunition used by common street thugs may not be the best; therefore, multiple shots may be required to ensure your safety.

Election Curiosity

2011-11-10T00:12:00.000-08:00

328,381 people voted about old judges.

361,444 people voted about repealing SB5.

346,978 people voted against national health-insurance.

Fuck the old judges.

In Cuyahoga county, 14,466 people voted one way or the other about repealing SB5, but those 14,466 voters did not vote either way on Issue 3.

Four-teen-THOUSAND people.

That's a lotta people.

I am unhappy.

Four-teen-fucking-thousand people voted to repeal SB5, but they did not bother to vote on Obama-care.

That's a lotta fucking people.

That's enough to make me question whether the people who run the BOE are union members who would be affected by Issue 2.

Because, seriously, the Issue 3 v. Issue 2 results is seriously fucked.

"Oh, issue three was worded funny and stuff..."

Fuck that five ~~time~~ times over.

If you can spend $30-fucking-million to pass issue-fucking-two, but ignore issue three, then, I, yes even me, am beyond words.

$30-fucking-million to keep what you got and keep those less-off from getting any of what you have left over from that $30 million (mil).

So there is the Quote-on-Quote-99-percent.

Whatever.

Of that 99-percent, what percentage has super-duper-mecdical-benefits?

Is it now, "we are the 99% of the 99%?"

Fools.

Why do I persist?

That's it, for real. Unless I know you, like, personally and stuff, like, by name, fuck you and all.

"Friends of friends" can go fuck themselves.

I am done, like, a lot.

I'd go throw up, but I hate throwing up more than I hate you, though it is pretty close in terms of hate.

TV News

2011-11-09T23:23:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was election day, and, of course, some TV stations had TV people outside the BOE (Board of Elections).

Well, two TV stations had some TV people outside the Board of Elections (BOE).

One TV station is like, maybe, 100 feet from the BOE.

So, of course, they parked their TV van on the sidewalk.

It's OK, they are TV; the assorted police know better than to ticket them (because, hierarchy-wise), we all know the 30-seconds-of-whatever-some-TV-station-airs is more likely to sway public-opinion than [fill it the fuck in, because I am sick of it].

Anyway, the totally irrelevant point of this post (because I type this crap hoping someone will realize the point of it all, because, well, there is only one thing (or maybe lots of "one things")) is that I am looking for something on this planet, and it ain't none of of which I type.

Again, anyway, what?

Oh, yeah. TV-trucks and sidewalks.

I saw this TV chick doing the smart-phone thing on election night.

She looks much hotter in person than on TV, which is kind of weird for TV chicks.

But, there was, in addition to the TV-truck, some barf-colored-foreign-SUV parked on the sidewalk, and it was probably the TV-chick's SUV.

(I think this is the end of the post).

Here and Now

2011-11-09T22:40:00.000-08:00

[DELETED CRAP]

See: I don't want to live on this planet anymore.

That Nurse Song

2011-11-09T21:54:00.001-08:00

It is catchy.

I have to be somewhere at noon, and it is currently 12:54:48 a.m., Thursday, 10 November 2011, EST (I hope, because I really don't want to look up whether it is or is not fucking daylight saving time), and I got a bit drinky.

Don't worry, it's OK. I bought enough to drink when I wake up to dull the hangover.

I'll be there, in one way shape or form.

---

So, Slayer.

Yeah, I had heard (or, rather, read text in a photograph) about them.

But, then, one day, an opinion-leader mentioned to me the band. Later, I decided to drive my Mercedes-Benz to some up-scale ... and heard some Slayer songs.

They are pretty good.

Because It's Playing Now

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Also, re: the last-ish post, re: "local important person pulled over for drunk driving:" be there no passenger (like, some hot (or drunk-hot) human of your sexual persuasion) in your vehicle, you, after getting all drinked up, deserve the citation.

Why I Don't Drive

What Cops Should Do

2011-11-09T21:44:00.000-08:00

So a cop spots a drunk driver, right?

Pull the drunk driver over, and, if the driver is some local important person, put a passenger in the driver's seat.

Then, the cop should say, "Hey, you are drunk and cannot drive. Walk or call a taxi-cab."

So a cop spots (or smells) a driver on marijuana, right?

Pull the high driver over, because if you don't, the high-driver will get all paranoid about being pulled over. Just get it out of the way.

Then, the cop should ask, "Where are you going?" Regardless of what the high driver says, the cop should say, "Well, OK. I am going to follow you all the way there. Let's go."

Why?

When do cops notice drunk or high drivers?

At night.

What's going on at night in Cleveland (most of the time)?

Nothing.

That's Why

I Don't Know Yet

2011-11-09T21:03:00.000-08:00

You know that phenomenon wherein heavy users of cellphones heard "phantom-rings" of their cellphones?

I am not a heavy cellphone (or smartphone) [aside: blogger.com's spellcheck says "smartphone," "com's" and "spellcheck" are misspelled words] user, and, mostly, I turn the smartphone on vibrate so as not to hear my home-made "blurp" sound when I get a text, email or other notification.

Anyway, earlier, I thought I felt a vibration in my pocket (weird, because I usually don't feel my phone's vibrations), but my smartphone was over by the computer. I reached toward the vibration, and I felt no phone. Then, like, then, I heard my home-made "blurp".

So that was like a phantom-thing that turned out to be like a precognisant (stupid spill-czech says "precognisant" is mis-spilled two) phantom-ring.

In terms of whatever and stuff, yeah, not so much with the paranormal. I'm sure I've typed enough crap about brains and EMFs, and that explains it all.

Anyway, yoga pants.

Yeah, that was (or still is?) a cold-weather thing?

Yeah, you should totally wear yoga pants.

No, not me.

Also, re: my having a smartphone: I have a crappy-and-way-too-small-particle-wood desk, my 1950s office chair and an air mattress that deflates before I wake up in the morning.

Priorities, Motherfucker

---

This was to be a post wherein I'd type things about the songs that have come on the .mp3 player.

Why?

Every song has a reason.

Mostly, for some reason or another, I like the songs I choose to hear.

Still, all the songs I hear have personal history.

It may be as banal as recalling when I first heard the song, when I first purchased the recording or when I decided to say, "I don't wanna unpack and dig out tapes and CDs; I just fucking download them."

Though, there are the hot chicks who only release their songs on tape for decent prices.

That must be why I don't have any of her songs.

---

I look at this apartment in which I live, and I look at its construction in terms of the details.

I have performed tasks that result in details, and I so totally would not have done to completion that upon which I gaze.

However, it (what I gaze upon) looks good enough.

I wish I knew what was acceptable back when acceptable was typical.

---

This way-back-machine thinking is probably not so good.

The decoders of this (these) texts, like, eons from now may like it to ease translation, but, should I type for the past, future or now?

Oh.

Yeah, the now -- no, not so much with that.

The past? The past is gone, even though the past is the present for so many (far too often me too).

The future? What is the future without the past and the present (a future-past)?

---

When I type I have no idea what I am typing about in a post, that means that I do not remember, actively, the preceding lines of text.

I think this idea must manifest (mani-feast) itself in my non-typing life.

Actually, it does.

However, verily, that which thou dost reco -- ("thou" and fucking "dost" are in the spill-czech?!?!?) gnize is, probably, like, something or something, but I lost the thought in the spellcheck (How the fuck in mother-fucking-fuck is fucking "spellcheck" not a fucking properly spelled word?)

Yeah, it is gone, now.

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OK, back to the music idea.

There is an AC/DC song playing.

I like AC/DC songs (the upbeat ones anyway.)

Actually, I like the singer that died.

The other singer is OK, but there are songs that were written for the dead singer sung by the not-dead singer, and they just don't work.

Business, and stuff. Like, whatever? Right?

Also, don't fucking kill yourself.

Suicide kinda pisses me off.

---

Also, don't kill other people just for the sake of killing people.

That kinda bugs me too.

"Kinda" Is in the "Spill-Czech" as "OK"

Don't Start Me

Ohio, November 8, 2011 State Issues Election Results

2011-11-09T19:09:00.000-08:00

Election results for all precincts in Cuyahoga County, Ohio

Issue 1: Let even older people be judges -- FAIL, 63 percent of Cuyahoga County voters say 'no' to even older judges

I didn't really get into the election this time around, so I have no idea what this one was all about. My guess is that since people are living longer nowadays, some old judge(s) somewhere decided to raise the age limit so he could keep being a judge.

Issue 2: Repeal Senate Bill 5 (SB5) -- PASS, 69 percent of Cuyahoga County voters say dump SB5

"Under Senate Bill 5, unionized workers could negotiate wages, hours and certain work conditions, but not health care, sick time or pension benefits." From: http://www.wlwt.com/r/27056220/detail.html (I added the bold to "not health care.")

Issue 3: Say 'no' to Obamacare, even though it won't really do anything to stop it -- PASS, 58 percent of Cuyahoga County voters say so

I don't want to live on this planet anymore.

Conformity

2011-10-28T00:47:00.000-07:00

Going back to the early corporate-ish (-esq (whatever)).

The point of a business it to be the sole provider of goods and services.

Seriously.

That is the model.

What makes the model work, in the theoretical, is that no business can be the sole provider of good and services.

That way, all businesses will be constantly and eternally be competing for global (existential (universal)) dominion.

That is the way it is supposed to work, and that is the principle by which those who control businesses should operate.

What is the result of that?

Look around.

What you see (and by look around, I mean look everywhere human beings are) is the result.

No, look beyond, and incorporate all, _all_, ALL, _ALL_ that you see.

Incorporate that which you cannot see too.

You will find that you cannot encompass all that.

I can.

I won't.

Why?

Ha.

Why?

I have no reason to do so.

I will live until I die.

Those I encounter, well, yeah, if I could pull it all down sooner I would.

Why?

Seriously?

Get on the tubes and twitters.

I am supposed to revert for the sake of some hustler?

Does anyone know how to say "Fuck that?"

There are bigger things in play, and those FEW who seek only their own benefit, well, I am not one who wants to promote that idea.

It is the bell curve.

There is not the 99 and 1 percents -- there is the 1, 98 and 1 percents.

And, now, unless I know you, no more cigarettes, spare change or even steel, flint and butane.

The End

OR

I Think I'll Fucking Like Evil

The Unholy Christian Trinity of the West

2011-10-28T00:07:00.000-07:00

So, pretty much all the "disenfranchised" Blacks and Irish are dead now.

Soon, all the "disenfranchised" (ie holocaust-ed) Jews will be dead too.

That is to say, there will be no living peoples of Black, Irish or Jewish ancestry who can say they suffered, first-hand, of the atrocities of those who are not Jewish, Irish or Black.

Yeah, the Blacks and Jews will be all like "too soon" and stuff, and the Irish will will do nothing but bitch about that, but, like, whatever.

Anyway, there are all sorts of other ethnics here in this wonderful land of America.

Infighting.

Oh, no, we, as the [whatever-race] suffered [this-that-and-whatever].

Guess what.

You're outnumbered.

Incorporating those who have migrated to the super-awesome America, those who have suffered untold atrocities unknown to those here, well, you don't matter all that much.

Oh! Hitler!

Yeah, whatever.

Oh! Slavery!

Yeah, whatever.

See?

Is this not a point yet?

Like in the grand scheme of things?

Like, other continents and stuff?

Think of other planets or galaxies if you have to.

Get it now?

Or do I have to do one of these ...?

---

Did you think long enough yet?

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Why Jews Wear Hats

2011-10-27T23:52:00.000-07:00

I typed the title before the songs started up.

I also skipped some songs.

It is 2:54:30 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time.

I think.

The fucking time change crap is like, wat?

Fuck, elect me just to get the fuck rid of that.

Anyway, what's the deal with hats when weather does not dictate head-ware?

If you are like me and have too much hair most of the time, and if you drink too much prior to having to be somewhere the next day and will probably not have time to shower and wet-down all that hair, well, then a hat may be nice so as to not appear as a ne'er-do-well.

Anyway, the Jews are so touchy, so I'll just type that I'll wear a hat for the aforementioned whatever and stuff.

Next Post

The Why and Whatnot

2011-10-27T23:24:00.000-07:00

Why did it take a computer game to make me realize stuff?

Why Not

The Future

2011-10-27T23:18:00.000-07:00

I guess even future possessions own you.

I wasted precious time posting about how the Steelyard Commons Wal-mart Walmart didn't have any brooms.

I also wasted precious time looking up whether Steelyard was or was not two words.

Perhaps it is time to stop trying to mine bedrock and start hunting mobs.

(Also, it is long past time trying to mine bedrock and starting to hunt mobs.)

Also Re: Walmart OR Wal-mart

2011-10-27T23:08:00.000-07:00

They didn't have any brooms.

Yeah, like, a broom to sweep a floor.

Well, they had one, ONE, seriously, only 1 broom, and it was, like, $15.

Seriously.

I Went to Home Depot

Nope

2011-10-27T22:49:00.000-07:00

It was not a survey-receipt, like that matters anyway.

I mean, all you can do is click values on a Likert-scale, and if you are pissed-off and make them all negative, they'll just disregard your data.

Search engine friendly: Walmart Wal-mart Survey Receipt Receit Receet Likert sz. zfg (that last one is pushing it (shift your fingers down a row from the home keys).

Anyway, like, yeah, I'm out farts and oil, and I'll have to keep using Dave's grocery-store-bags for the trash.

Hippy Shit

2011-10-27T22:30:00.000-07:00

You know how someone somewhere said your possessions own you, and you do not own your possessions?

That is so totally true.

And it's not even in the legal-ownership-sort-of-way.

I mean, you think you have dominion over something, but that thing over which you think you have dominion has dominion over you.

Example: I was running out of fresh songs on the .mp3 player --

Wait.

I was running out of Audacious-nesses (because Audacious is my .mp3-player, and the -ness(es) is marketable) (say it: awe-day-sha-ness-ess) ...

Yeah, fuck parenthesis and stuff, and, yeah, it ain't two syllables (re: pod-cast (but, I guess, I am not all-that-marketing-wise)), but, still, thematically, blog-wise, get it or not.

Anyway, see what happened there?

All that crap I typed was because of my desires for data on the disk in this computer.

I totally forgot to type the world-changing-crap I was going to type.

Yeah, Hippies ... Um, Yeah, I Don't Know

10 Bucks

2011-10-27T21:51:00.000-07:00

So there is this existence;

And, there is this galaxy on this existence;

And, there is this solar system on this existence;

And, there is this planet on this solar system on this existence;

And, there is this continent on this planet on this solar system on this existence;

And, there is this country on this continent on this planet on this solar system on this existence;

And, there is this state on this country on this continent on this planet on this solar system on this existence;

And, there is this county on this state on this country on this continent on this planet on this solar system on this existence;

And, there is this city on this county on this state on this country on this continent on this planet on this solar system on this existence;

And, there is ward/statistical-planning-area, and that is where I get hung up.

Wat? OR WTFOMGBBQ@!@!@!!11!

I hope one sees the (did I just type "s-e-e-s" as a real word? I mean, just look at it -- s-e-e-s -- that's a word?) infinite regression.

Has society regressed to that limit of regression that is only theoretical?

No, it has not.

Certain-someones have "deftly-calculated" those other than themselves; however, cry as they may, the calculating-certain-someones are among those they calculate.

Get it?

You may have to search for "integers" (because I did).

If you did do that search, what results will mean what it will mean to you, and it will mean what others want it to mean to me and it will mean to me whatever the fuck I want it to mean because I (fucking (only for emphasis)) typed it.

Also, I went to Wal-Mart and forgot to pick-up a bag containing two cans of Goya chick peas, a small bottle of canola-oil and some garbage-bags. The total of those forgotten items totaled about $10, and that would be about the cost of driving the Zip-Car back to Wal-Mart to see _IF_ I could reclaim my goods.

I Hope It Is a Survey-Receipt (And Imma Check Now)

The Obvious So Often Forgotten

2011-10-27T21:47:00.000-07:00

Who am I?

I am a citizen of the United State of America.

That's All Folks

Hearings

2011-10-27T21:29:00.000-07:00

I have not listened to any radio station other than the only public radio station within 30 miles of Cleveland, Ohio, United States of America that has an effective power output of greater than 25-kilo-watts for any significant duration since, like, I don't know when.

Did you know that you do not have to listen to the radio?

Duh, of course you do (because no one listens to radios anymore).

Did you know that you do not have to watch the TV?

I bet you didn't (60-40 odds, so, like, maybe I'll get lucky.)

If you didn't know that you don't have to watch the TV, well, you don't have to.

Seriously. You won't die. Just stop watching TV.

You may think you will not know what's going on.

So what?

What will you do about what's going on?

If you answered "nothing," you're correct.

Why get all worked up about that which you will do nothing about?

Sell (or throw away) your TV.

Oh, you like to bitch about stuff?

Yeah, who doesn't like to bitch about stuff?

Heck, there are cable networks built entirely on people who like to bitch about stuff.

Those cable-people get paid to bitch.

No More Hints

Whatever

2011-10-27T21:20:00.000-07:00

How what goes where relative to how ...

h o w

o h w

w o h

w h o

Words are weird.

Not "i" before "e" in that one.

There is ...

Why bother anymore?

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What is that thing called when one is in that thing that repeats all the time?

Yeah, that's pretty funny.

---

I have sated myself, now, dear reader, how do I satiate you?

Mebbe I just say, "I am sated, and so too shall you be sated," and you sate yourself.

Works for me.

Beliefs

2011-10-27T21:10:00.000-07:00

I've heard and read via multiple channels that belief is a pretty important thing for people.

I think I'll go with the reincarnation ones.

Black and Irish People

2011-10-27T20:36:00.000-07:00

Black people get all stuff and stuff about bass what-with their music.

Irish people get all stuff and stuff about time whatwith their clocks.

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I read somewhere that clocks were a sign of prosperity way-back-when signs of prosperity meant something.

That must be why my grandparents had lots of clocks.

That must be why I have a clock-to-the-second on my computer.

That must be why I have to turn down the bass when songs made by black people turn up on the .mp3 player.

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I'll lose the seconds when I don't have to adjust the bass.

Who Is Who and Exactly What

2011-10-14T19:39:00.001-07:00

I read (reed) the title of this post, and I think of either TV channel 43 or 5, and I think of it (them) from either something that has happened or will happen.

[condense two lifetimes here]

You know what's cool about now?

TV and shit is what's cool about now.

Fuck, you can die, reincarnate and re-consume your death on video nowadays.

All in the same market.

Yeah, You

2011-10-14T19:13:00.000-07:00

For the Hey-Yous for whom I must question the grammar of 'who v. whom.'

Yeah, you, or you.

You know, stuff, and me, right?

You do realize you, howMever whatever, are, like, [SOMETHING], like, right?

I think you do not realize, because I do not realize.

I am not the one who shall epitomize.

I am the one who shall realize.

For the co-opters, hahahahahaaha OR see that stupid-and-annoying-flash-thing with the guy-with-the-spoon-in-his-exposed-brain-while-the-bacon-guy-laughs that I can't find right now. [Search the internets for "aaaaaaaaaahahaha" and click the link that has "weebls" in it] [Also, "Amazing Horse" is pretty good too.]

Also, I don't have spoon in my brain.

Also, time-wise, I am, like, way behind.

How the heck did this happen?

I mean, like, it's all like "what" and stuff to me.

I guess that is how things work.

There is a something that does something.

Is there a something that somethings me, or am I something that somethings?

I don't know.

I tried to meditate upon it for, like, 10 seconds, but, like, why?

Did you know that you are the you against which you rage?

You are the you against which you rage.

I am not typing about me.

Double Tap Poster Child

The Powers that Be

2011-10-14T18:41:00.000-07:00

So, like, the powers that be.

What?

Still stumped after probably less than a minute, but, you know, time and stuff.

Also, this blog-post (man, the hyphens are really going to mess with the translators centuries from now, and, somehow, that really doesn't bother me (oh, at least not now, but if re-incarnation turns out to be true, then, well... yeah, fuck it and stuff, because, like, again, whatever.))

Anyway, the powers that be are the powers that be [right now.]

Right now precludes times.

You feeling down and out?

You ain't the powers that be.

Later, who knows?

Guess what.

When you, who are now feeling down and out, are the powers that be, I, by way of this crap I typed, will be the bane of your "powers-that-be" existence.

Maybe you can corporate-ize all digital data accessible by the tubes, and maybe you can modify all that data, but there will still be a future-day Farakhan to say, "Hey! That ain't what 'psotoid' said when he typed what he typed!"

Time-wise, deleted by you and the future-Farakhan, guess what it means to me?

If you guessed nothing, you are WRONG!

Ha!

Got you on that one, didn't I?

Actually, no, I didn't .

Just a little psych!-sort-a thing there.

Are the Powers that Be

Public-Private Partnerships

2011-10-14T17:32:00.000-07:00

This post was to be about how public-private (the public comes first in "public-private (contrary to alphabetical-rules) because, more often than not, the "public" is the lesser compared to the private) partnerships are not necessarily bad things.

In a way, it is still about that, but there is also a lot more stuff, from, like, for me, before this-here blog started.

So, like, what do I type-ify?

Well, it is a lot to process, given the culmination of 16 years condensed into today.

Though, of course, the rules previously typed upon the blog, typed by me, prior to today, and, like, stuff, and, like, you know, and stuff. Like, right?

Yeah.

Fortunately, for whoMever, stuff, like, you know, popular stuff, works out, but, working-out-wise, re: me and stuff, and, like, stuff, and...

Things work backwards for me.

Pick an arbitrary date for censorship: 1985.

Not arbitrary, because I think 1985 was the year wherein I was first POTENTIALLY-censored.

Maybe this is like how some stuff is faster than other stuff, but that faster stuff is not really faster in terms of all that exists.

Like, say you demolish a rock-face on some island, then you hop in a plane that can fly faster than the ensuing tsunami can water-wave to someplace where the tsunami will wreck havoc, and then, like, what?

Really, like, what?

If this is all there is, well, let's keep dancing, right?

I don't dance.

Now what?

Pee and get more beer?

Let me check...

I checked.

Of course, I don't know what I checked.

I just used something that sounded sort-of "deep and stuff" to justify what I was going to do anyway.

DEFLECTION

Who else says something "deep and stuff" or similar to justify what they are going to do anyway?

OR, to be equal-opportunity-esq (I'd use "-ish," but I'm feeling smart-ish today)

OR, Who else says something "deep and stuff" or similar to justify what she is going to do anyway?

OR, Who else says something "deep and stuff" or similar to justify what he is going to do anyway?

I dunno.

There's some protests going on now, so why not those whom the protesters are protesting?

Whom are they protesting?

I dunno.

I took some pictures of the protesters, and, to my eye, they were some really nice pictures, and the pictures had, like, details and stuff. That is to say a viewer of the pictures who viewed the pictures would probably need to know how to read in order to "get" the pictures I took.

Now, I get how some people don't know how to read, and, well, whatever. I get it, but, there are people who know how to read, but those people did not see the pictures I took, at least not according to my data, and, granted, my data is very limited (because I am not a douche-bag who cares only about who and when and by which medium content was consumed (re: Occupy Baltimore)).

In other words, if you post pictures of a protest on your own website, and you post low quality pictures with the hopes that some media conglomeration will buy them, you are a douche-bag.

Just like the people of [INSERT RELEVANT SUBURB OF ANY MAJOR METROPOLITAN AREA HERE].

The music suggests I stop here.

Addendum

2011-09-17T23:28:00.000-07:00

If you ever heard it, then you have, by existence, the right to hear it again, in whatever modification that may have manifested.

To intercept appeals, re-stated, only to expand, "if you ever heard it, [ADDITION] in any way, shape or form [END ADDITION], then you have, by existence, the right to hear it again, in whatever modification that may have manifested."

Pity Post

2011-09-17T21:16:00.000-07:00

For Those Wanting Words for Sake of Words

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It's not the lack of things about which to type, it's the preponderance of crap about which to type.

Tilt your head back such that you are looking at about 45 degrees up, and imagine all the topics about which you can type scrolling as though they were following the path of an ellipse whose high-side apex was the point you'd be seeing were you able to see a scroll of potential posts.

I can type what I want to type, but what I want to type is not mass-market-able.

Well, it could be, but there isn't enough money.

Seriously.

A lot of it is local crap, and, well, just read the local newspaper's comments-thing, and, well, yeah.

I mean, some of these people are obvious trolls, but one must consider their identities...

No, not in the good way.

More like, round-about-these-parts, [that person] typed [that]?!!?

OMGWTFBBQ in the local paper.

Right?

Yeah, maybe even _that_ bus-driver or law-enforcement-agent-acting-as-a-security-guard.

Cleveland is too small a town for [something-to-type].

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Now, don't get me wrong, I've other things about which to type, but I have obligations.

I mean, I've got things to type to which I must attach my name.

Should I expend finger-power on this stall-wall at the expense of serious-business?

Maybe.

Twenty-one cigarettes and five-green-bottled-beers (so they must be good, right?) are here, and I have some songs on the computer, and, be they popular enough, I've got well-seeded torrents on the European internets (unless they acted right-quick on that new copy,right? stuff).

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Standoffish-Modified

standoffish = x

standoffish-modified = x_m

People in Cleveland are x_m.

So many are concerned that those unknown to them are seeking something (spare change ($5 now-a-days (no longer "gimmie a dollar," but "gimmie $4.50 for sumtin to eat")), but even those asking for something are concerned about those unknown to them asking for something.

It's like how when someone asks you for a cigarette, and you say you have none, and then that asker then pulls out and lights his own cigarette.

Seriously?

Seriously.

This is the world as it is here.

Wat do?

I try to ignore, but I find it so hard to ignore another human, so I'll at least say, "No, sorry."

And then, later, be it hours or days, I get re-asked, and, for some reason, the asker does not remember me, even though I remember the asker (and most people look the same to me).

I think I can honestly and in good-will say that all black people look the same to me, because, for the most part, most all of my acquaintances look the same to me.

Black, Indian (from, like, the country India) and the various white or white-ish all look alike.

Why?

I dunno.

So?

Well, I guess you can get all worked up about it, but I am only me, so, like, whatever.

Also, re: the "get all worked up about it" part, I won't remember what you look like.

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Of course, familiarity leads to recognition.

That is not to say that I cannot differentiate individuals.

Given enough time, I'd know all six-billion people on this planet by name and sight.

However;

(semi-colon)

There are plenty of pan-handlers who are better off than I am who I recognize who do not recognize me when they ask me for stuff.

I mean, there was this dude who lived in a building I used to live in who asked me for bus-fare home less than one-quarter of a mile from the building in which we both lived.

And, no, the building in question was not a CMHA building wherein the asker of bus-fare asked for help in acquiring bus-fare from his CMHA-housing to the other side of town where he really lived.

In other words, there are those who maintain, in name only, CMHA housing.

That means, in other-other-words, some guy got a CHMA apartment somewhere, and he only visited that apartment every couple of weeks to collect the mail just to make it (the apartment) look like it was lived in.

[For the search engines: ~~Cleveland~~ Cuyahoga Metropolitan Housing Authority }]

Anyway, yeah, it is not so good to do what that dude did, but he learned it somewhere.

Because he was not that old, and CMHA has probably been around longer than that dude was old.

---

Now I get why the lawyer types drink and stuff.

---

The second to last sentence.

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Fuck-and-a-half

I just thought about that ~~Your-a-peein'~~ You're-a-peein' copy,right? stuff, and I thought about me.

While that Jew-Canadian sang about Marianne.

By way of that rain site from some country in northern-Europe.

Anyway,

I think I recall, before bit-torrent was invented (or at least disseminated to the masses), various unscrupulous entities would proffer copyrighted data should one click on enough click-able things.

Now, in the future, who wants the clicks?

I say those who ~~wants~~ want clicks are minion of the past click-wanters.

Yeah, laws and stuff, but who law-ifys stuff?

Click-wanters.

Click-wanters law-ify stuff.

Alright (and not "all right"), here (hear, get it?) is the new law:

If you ever heard it, then you need not concern yourself with hearing it again.

If you ever heard it, then you have, by existence, the right to hear it again, in whatever modification that may have manifested.

World Peace

Almost Lost Track of Who I Was When I Was Who I Was Not

2011-09-01T21:05:00.000-07:00

So, like, WTF(ing)H happened with this font stuff?

Whatever.

So, like, deadlines.

I've got 200 words due in 12 and one half hours about some "CD."

I listened to the "CD" two times straight though, and I incorporated three songs into my "typing like this" playlist.

In that regard, I guess it is a pretty good CD.

Now, the part about typing that the CD is pretty good in a venue that is not just a Sharpie on a bathroom stall.

That is to say, obviously, that this (the blog) is scribble on a bathroom wall, because, well, if you get all, like, ... stuff about it, well, yeah and whatever and stuff (and whatever), and, stuff too.

So, like, I listened to the "CD," and took hand-written notes on it. Then, I listened to the "CD" again, and I made some typed notes about it.

It's not quantity (of words) so much as it is (WhateverTH a "CD" review is).

Maybe I'll just type up 200 words of whatever at 11:45am and send that in.

Maybe, well, no, that won't work.

It's not like it's all that big a deal, but there will be a name (mine) attached to the review for the duration of the current incarnation of civilization (and probably future incarnations, assuming humanity progresses technologically through incarnations, but, considering, probably not, so, yeah, and stuff, too, right?).

I mean, like, I totally passed the review typing moment.

I did research.

I even looked up a term on urbandictionary.com.

But, now, it's all like, yeah, it is an OK "CD," but, well, it ain't quite me.

Fuck, reviewing stuff is hard.

---

Welp, that's what it's gonna be -- a [something] typed at the wire.

Yeah, deadlines are relative, but noon on 02 September 2011 relative to 23:58:00 01 September 2011 after what is probably going to be 18 Heinekens, well, I guess I'll see what happens.

Also, I have four of them left, and, as time goes relative to some sort of destination, it slows down.

Also, I think I have what can be construed as a date tomorrow.

[Suitable dramatic pause]

She's not the word-girl, but who is?

Anyway, now properly logged in, wat?

Oh, yeah, deadlines.

Wat?

Yeah, just type some stuff, and, like, you know, it'll work.

Fuck, it's gonna be a "B" "CD."

I've never heard the dude before, but, intent notwithstanding, it is a B.

Note to self: don't offer to review stuff anymore.

The New Taylor-Swift-Guy Album

2011-08-27T18:56:00.000-07:00

I like it.

The first song is, all, like dark, and stuff, and I like it. It reminds me of some Nick Cave songs, and the thing at the end reminds me of some Tom Waits song.

I like the "Why I Love You" song, but I don't know why. Must be the big bass (loud, but not the kind of loud that is too loud.)

"Illest Motherfucker Alive" is pretty good, for what it is, but, well, I didn't sing it, so, like, you know, so, like, yeah, it's OK.

There were some other songs on the "CD," and, for the most part, they were all pretty good.

If you buy CDs (or rips on CD on the 9), it's worth buying.

How To Win

2011-08-27T18:48:00.000-07:00

You know when sometimes when you think or see something and your jaw drops?

Close your mouth while retaining the state of mind that caused the jaw-dropping-ness.

That Is All

Unreadable Posts

2011-08-27T18:36:00.000-07:00

There are posts that I do not read for whatever reason, and, as it turns out, after drinking enough,those unreadable posts are not all that unreadable.

Yeah, were I not all drinky, maybe, but, drink-wise, they are not all that hard to read.

Also, I was all like HWTH (Holy WTF), I typed that?

But, I did, so, like, whatever. You know?

Whatever

This Will Be What It Will Be

2011-08-27T17:57:00.000-07:00

I have all sorts of posts and titles to type, so this post will be the result of all that as typed here.

There are either more posts than I can count, or the posts are flying by my eyes, counter-clock-wise, faster than I can identify them.

When I thought about which post to "grab," I could see no post.

When I thought about which post to post, ...

Over time, how much awesome-ness has been lost to an ellipsis?

Since I am typing it, I'd bet a lot.

Of course, to me, ellipses exist only here, and, for all intents and purposes (and other applicable legal mumbo-jumbo), this does not exist.

Or, perhaps, not lost, but simply redacted from the the public.

The masses.

The you.

But not _the_ You

Spy Trick

2011-08-27T17:28:00.000-07:00

When you've got to go, you've got to go.

Urination for the slower.

Sometimes, it is to one's benefit to excuse one's self from a social setting, and proclamation of urination-intent is usually sufficient reason to excuse one's self.

However, if one excuses one's self for the aforementioned reason, one must expect, if the social situation is potentially monetarily binding, a "companion" to the location of the micturation. Were one accompanied to the micturation location by a counter-negotiator, and were one unable to micturate, one might find one's self in an unpleasant situation.

But, fear not, friends!

There is a simple way to avoid suspicion upon declaration of micturation!

Next time you pee, just don't pee all the way.

Save, like, at your best guess, 25% of your bladder's maximum volume.

You won't feel like you have to pee, but you'll still be able to pee if you have to justify your trip to the restroom.

Mossad Stuff

The Details

2011-08-27T16:47:00.001-07:00

"In" Omitted for Literary Reasons

Did you know that the Codified Ordinances of the City of Cleveland, Ohio, United States of America (the collection of regulations that kept me from seeing the interior of the Convention Center entrance prior to its demolition) has ordinances about tree branches?

It totally does!

It says trees must be trimmed to allow eight feet of clearance above sidewalks and 10 feet of clearance above streets/roads/avenues/boulevards/etc.

Seriously, it does. Check it out online at http://caselaw.lp.findlaw.com/clevelandcodes/". Granted, the search is pretty much totally useless, but I suggest you just read the whole thing through a few times, like I did. It's pretty mind-boggling to see what goes un-enforced in this city.

Car-less, I'll stick to sidewalks.

Do you know how many private citizens do not comply to the tree branch clearance thing?

A lot.

Do you know how many public entities do not comply to the tree branch clearance thing?

A lot.

Do you know how many governmental entities do not comply to the tree branch clearance thing?

A lot.

Do you know how many times I put a private entity's trees into compliance seeking no compensation?

One time, but that's only because the tree interfered with the doors of the bus I used to ride.

I know what you're thinking -- trees are complicated, and you need an arborist to prune it properly -- OR -- watch a Roger-episode of "This Old House."

OR, again, or, redux, if you wanna be fancy, it is not difficult to prune the branches of a tree that violate the Codified Ordinances of the City of Cleveland, Ohio, United States of America (remember? -- the collection of regulations that kept me from seeing the interior of the Convention Center entrance prior to its demolition).

Also, you should totally check the branches of the trees along the sidewalks that cross the interstates. Talk about non-compliance.

Is a 51 to Harbor Freight in My Future?

OR

This Is Not About Trees

2011-08-20T00:06:00.000-07:00

Stop making CDs.

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For the marketers:

Stop making CDs.

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For those who employ marketers:

Stop making CDs.

Time

2011-08-19T23:58:00.000-07:00

I can download an entire album in less time than it takes to get the CD and play the song I want to hear.

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For the marketers:

Time

I can download an entire album in less time than it takes to get the CD and play the song I want to hear.

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For those who employ the marketers:

Time

I can download an entire album in less time than it takes to get the CD and play the song I want to hear.

Opinions

2011-08-19T23:21:00.000-07:00

People think stuff.

People believe stuff.

I don't really think or believe stuff unless I need to think or believe stuff, and, when I do need to think or believe stuff, I pretend that I can think or believe the same things others think and believe.

More often than I like to admit, I get a pretty good idea of the thoughts and beliefs of those who think and believe stuff.

It sucks, because I get the gists of conflicting thoughts and beliefs.

Missed Words

2011-08-19T22:41:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, a collection of characters can be created for the sole purpose of using a specific word.

Sometimes, a collection of characters created for the sole purpose of using a specific word is created without using the specific word for which the collection of characters was created.

Using the word in the title is the obvious, but lazy, option.

Who Do Guru

2011-08-19T21:56:00.000-07:00

So the guru on the mountain, right?

This is not about the why the guru is on the mountain.

This is about what the guru on the mountain thinks when confronted by an enlightenment-seeking-someone who climbed the mountain to seek the sagaciousness of the guru on the mountain.

So, like, the seeker seeks (asks a question), and the guru answers (or not, but that could be an answer or a just-not-paying-attention).

The seeker, as all seekers do, asks for clarification in one way or another.

The guru answers.

The seeker ponders.

The guru ???

---

If you answered, "The guru goes back to super-awesome transcendence" or something like that, well, you guessed incorrectly.

The guru attempts to regain the state in which he was prior to the encounter with the seeker, but the guru must actively disregard the sought-ness of the seeker while trying to regain whatever state the guru had attained to sit atop a mountain doing nothing but await seekers (because the only reason mountain-sitting gurus mountain-sit is to wait for seekers who have the tenacity to seek a mountain-sitting guru).

Guru-ing Ain't Easy

Qapla'!

2011-08-11T20:21:00.000-07:00

Things That Are Awesome

The internet is awesome in that there was a time in which the crap I typed upon this blog would have gotten me hunted down and killed by the powers that be.

Well, actually, it's more like the internet is awesome in that now it takes a lot longer for the powers that be to express their minions to hunt down and kill me for the things I type upon this blog.

Although, I'm not all that concerned about disrupting the power of those that be, and I'm not all that concerned about their minions.

I know, scary and death and stuff, but, like, "there is nothing new under the [stars of the universe]."

Also, the minions. Yeah, like, well, whatever. They don't even know they are minion, so, like, that makes it all the more funny.

Crazy

2011-08-11T19:57:00.000-07:00

When walking down the street and encountering a "British" person with good eyesight, stop, look at the ground, check for spit (dried or otherwise), and, be there no spit, lay upon the sidewalk and roll in the direction in which you were headed for a turn or two.

Why?

You have to check for spit. I totally saw some dude doing nothing but spitting in the same spot for, like, an hour while waiting for a bus (but it was the 81 on a Sunday, so, like, he could have been spitting for two hours for all I know, know what I mean?).

Also, why the heck not?

Roll toward that "Brit" for a couple of sidewalk squares and see if he's still "British" when you pass him.

Highs

2011-08-11T18:40:00.000-07:00

Stuff lately is low.

Music-wise, that is.

I listened to that new album from the Taylor-Swift-guy (because he was popular) and an album from Rush (just to hear that Diane-Sawyer song), and I noticed the EQ representation of the songs on Audacious (not XMMS, but close enough).

I noticed that both albums had a decidedly dramatic slope from the lows to the highs.

I then noticed that the old Donovan songs (because I am on Random) also had a decidedly dramatic downward slope from high to low.

I noticed that the Bill Withers songs were not represented quite so dramatically downward by the (probably, but, hey, it's Linux, so, like, who knows?) not necessarily precise EQ thing.

I don't know what that means.

---

Undefined (for me (yeah, I know, right?Q??!?))

I sometimes wonder (actually, I only just wondered it now) if someone could type something that, on it's surface, seemed like all the other crap on the internet that is neat and all but, obviously, crazy, but is, factually, not crazy.

I mean, have you ever read that which has been written by someone who believes in something totally crazy, and that writer's writing just reinforces the craziness of that which the writer has written?

I know I have.

Maybe the key is to not write.

Boxer Briefs Are Comfortable

2011-08-11T17:05:00.000-07:00

I try to live by the principle of thinking locally and acting globally.

It's probably not the best principle for most, because most are not me, and imposing local stuff on a global scale, from my view of most people, would pretty much suck.

But, it would seem, to my observations, that local should be global is a pretty popular idea.

[temporally relevant edit: I'm restricting myself to words that I know how to spell without a spell check, so, like, yeah, there is a word that could take the place of "pretty popular," but I am unsure of the correct spelling, so I didn't use that word. Why? Principles (also, it's not that I'm too lazy to consult a dictionary, it's that I'm too laz -- Nevermind. Stick with the "principles" one.]

So, thinking locally and acting globally. It's a play on "Think Globally, Act Locally." Duh.

So, like, that phrase is not new.

In fact, I'm pretty sure it was conceived in response to the funny-inverse I thought I noticed (Think Locally, Act Globally).

However, I did not notice that the funny-inverse was, in fact, pretty much the guiding principle of the world.

"This is how we do it here, so let it be known that this is how it shall be done to the edges of Earth."

There are a lot of people who support that idea, and I think there are still more than a few who think Earth has edges, and I think the intersection of those peoples is, like, way-so-totally undefined, like, a lot.

So, what?

Whatever.

It's like how you can think about something and actually see the potential timelines (and feel them too (sort of, but feeling over time is like, pretty much nothing)), but it all happens so fast, and there is so little one can do about any of them, and, well, like, whatever.

Well, I mean, you can prevent Armageddon and stuff, but, like, why?

Spite?

Maybe. It's worth a laugh at least.

So, like, think of your "global villain." I know you have one, because all belief systems have one.

Think about how funny it would be to foil your global-villain's plans at the last moment.

That'd be like the ultimate Nelson "Ha-ha."

Also, it'd be funny.

OK, so how does that fit in to whatever I typed?

Papal Infalibillity

2011-07-21T01:00:00.000-07:00

Some people decide that some dude is the Earthly-proxy for their god, that is what papal-infallibility is.

That's it.

Nothing more.

Some dudes, decide, "Hey, why not that dude?"

I'm Sure Unions Are Involved

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Expand upon this idea, or, rather, regress.

Regression is so totally medieval.

Also, it is the same wherever you go.

A few people decide upon which of their few gets to be the one to make decisions.

No matter where you go in space-time (year or place), that is all civilization has: a few people deciding on one of their own to be the leader.

So, like, what?

I dunno.

I'm going to bed.

What are you going to do?

Also, I don't care.

This, well, this is so big that it is small to me, so, like, whatever.

Make the wrong choice, and I will not go to bed.

I Hope That Sounds Sinister

Re: Previous Post

2011-07-21T00:27:00.000-07:00

I typed the previous post in gedit.

I selected all the text, and I posted it in the blogger.com window.

The con-fluck-ration that resulted is just a CRTL-V.

I Don't Know What Is Up With the Copypasta Problems, But I Don't Care Enough to Figure It Out

2011-07-21T00:21:00.000-07:00

Also, fuck spilling and grammer, two. [That's what happens when you try to make the alternative to Microsoft a clone of whatever Apple software calls itself.]

In other words, Macs fucking suck too.

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In the Bowels of the Beast

It's not what you know, it is who you know.

The "who you know" allows you to [something [NOT elucidate (even thought that is a pretty cool sounding [sounding?] word)]] [spike? (well, yeah, Buffy notwithstanding, I'm pretty sure I can co-opt spike [Spike]the "what you know."

Know what?

I'm too drinked up to worry about parenthesis.

Don't get me wrong, there is nothing like trying to textually express one's self using multiple levels of parenthetical expressions while drinked up, but progress comes at a cost, and if closed

Stop.

Song on the .mp3 player.

So, like, properly-closed parenthesis or beer and cigarettes?

I looked around, and fuck parenthesis.

Copyright Law Is Awesome When It Works in Your Favor

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Whoa!

I, like, got, almost, totally sidetracked.

I got all sort-but-not-really worked-up about something I typed even though the something was but just a something-to-type-about while I compiled something else.

The "something else" resulted in polar-ly opposite hands while I decided about what to type here, so, like, whatever until some not-whatever.

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See, kids, that's just how easy it is.

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acebook.

It is crazy how signing up for that websight makes you recall people you used tacebook.

It is crazy how signing up for that websight makes you recall people you used to know.

There was this chick I used to work with, and I heard some song that reminded me of some mucic-chick who the chick I used to work with liked, and I don't know why I remembered why the chick I used to work with liked the music-chick, but I have a super-great memory for all the non-useful reasons, and, anyway, I looked up the chick I used to work with and, well, I'm not signed in to that website, so, like, whatever, right?

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Enough

I'm pretty sure I've typed enough stuff to prove-ify my substantial-contibution to society.

Tacebook.

It is crazy how signing up for that websight makes you recall people you used to know.

There was this chick I used to work with, and I heard some song that reminded me of some mucic-chick who the chick I used to work with liked, and I don't know why I remembered why the chick I used to work with liked the music-chick, but I have a super-great memory for all the non-useful reasons, and, anyway, I looked up the chick I used to work with and, well, I'm not signed in to that website, so, like, whatever, right?

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Enough

I'm pretty sure I've typed enough stuff to prove-ify my substantial-contibution to society.

Those who say nay, whatever, because, like, who is there to say, in the first person, otherwise?

From This Point On, It Is All Frosting (Also, The Cake Is a Lie)hose who say nay, whatever, because, like, who is there to say, in the first person, otherwise?

From This Point On, It Is All Frosting (Also, The Cake Is a Lie)o know.

There was this chick I used to work with, and I heard some song that reminded me of some mucic-chick who the chick I used to work with liked, and I don't know why I remembered why the chick I used to work with liked the music-chick, but I have a super-great memory for all the non-useful reasons, and, anyway, I looked up the chick I used to work with and, well, I'm not signed in to that website, so, like, whatever, right?

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Enough

I'm pretty sure I've typed enough stuff to prove-ify my substantial-contibution to society.

Those who say nay, whatever, because, like, who is there to say, in the first person, otherwise?

From This Point On, It Is All Frosting (Also, The Cake Is a Lie)
Whoa.

Facebook.

It is crazy how signing up for that websight makes you recall people you used to know.

There was this chick I used to work with, and I heard some song that reminded me of some mucic-chick who the chick I used to work with liked, and I don't know why I remembered why the chick I used to work with liked the music-chick, but I have a super-great memory for all the non-useful reasons, and, anyway, I looked up the chick I used to work with and, well, I'm not signed in to that website, so, like, whatever, right?

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Enough

I'm pretty sure I've typed enough stuff to prove-ify my substantial-contibution to society.

Those who say nay, whatever, because, like, who is there to say, in the first person, otherwise?

From This Point On, It Is All Frosting (Also, The Cake Is a Lie)

A Stroll Down CD-Encoded Memory Lane

2011-07-20T22:45:00.000-07:00

Dumbed-Down-Stuff

Natty Narwhal 11.04

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What Should Be v. Be What Should

Fuck Standardized Beats

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Anachronistic

Stuff

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The More Things Change...

redditchan.bizarre et.al.

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Computer Idea Realized

Have a supercomputer stashed away somewhere with dumb terminals located elsewhere.

Uh, not so much with the "good."

Software (Or Maybe Lack Thereof)

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The Non-Demo Demo

OR

The Self-Fulfilling Demo

Because, while demos demarcate themselves, they's all the same to my demo.

Also, there is a demo that decides demos.

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Update from 2007:

Chester Commons, AKA Perk Park, AKA Whatever-it-will-be-renamed is still under construction.

Four Point Five Years and Counting

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"Those Were the Days"

Like how you hear an old song (that is, a not-necessarily-old-song-but-a-specific-copy-of-a-song (on an old medium)), and you recognize with reminiscence a duplication-artifact.

These Are the Days

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Proxies

I need to find a proxy.

All these songs I listen to have a "crazy" theme in them.

I am far to [something] to be "crazy" outside the confines of my mind.

There is no shortage of "crazy" people where I live.

I'd post a flier, but what if the "crazy" people can't read?

Illiteracy is not a detriment to the position I have to offer, but it would severely limit the number of "crazy-umes" I'd get.

Here On Space Mountain

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Embrace the Suck

It's hot and humid.

Fuck it.

Also, I now know why all those Arab-royalty-type dudes wear whatever it is they wear on their heads.

I Just Need the Band to Hold It On

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Time and Stuff

Do I c(C)are?

No and yes.

In terms of everything, sure, I care.

In terms of the mundane, and I consider much mundane, I don't give a flying fuck.

The problem is similar to commercial radio -- I spend far too much time actively not giving a fuck just to make a point about how one should not give a fuck about the stuff about which one shouldn't give a fuck.

So, do I give a fuck about not giving a fuck?

I think I probably give a fuck about not giving a fuck about giving a fuck about things about which I don't give a fuck.

New rule: When a contemplative sentence spawns four "fucks," fuck the contemplative sentence and the thought that spawned that sentence.

What?

Fuck, it is fucking fun to fucking swear.

"Bullshit!" (Exclamation point (!) included for marketing purposes)

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"If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him," OR Something Like That

What-with Popular European Music, I'm All Like the Killer of Killers (In that time has lapped itself wherein there was a time when Europe was years ahead of "North America" in terms of broadcast-stuff (like, the late 1980s), but now Europe, broadcast-entertainment-wise (using that "rain" website as a data source) is where "North America" was 14 or so years ago.

Um, blah? Whatever?

Whatever

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Marketing

Gold is AWESOME!@!!!

Copper is better than gold for transmitting electrons.

Silver is better than copper for transmitting electrons.

"We'll 'break in' your gold-plated stereo cables for just [way too much money]."

Guess

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I recall reading somewhere that Cat Steven's [Muslim name goes here] song "Wild World" was considered to be offensive to women.

Maybe there is something to that stereotype that feminists are just repressed lesbians.

Who Doesn't Hate Competition? (OR, Sing the Song As the Singer Sings It)

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Simple Things v. Infinitely Complex Things

Both are the same.

That there is the thing to remember.

While science and technology may get all like uber-complex when looking at little things, and there is nothing wrong with that, recall that complexity is a result of simplicity.

In other words, simple is easy, complex is hard, and complex is simple in other words.

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That last not-quite-a-post made some muscle in my upper dorsal thigh sore.

Or maybe it made me realize [something].

Whatever.

Oh, yeah. That's what it is.

Just another [totally awesome, world-changing something-or-another something] that will just be some photons on the retina or atmosphere on the eardrums of someone.

As the Sweat Dips From My Nose

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Damn, It's Hot

"How hot is it?"

Shut the fuck up mediated-ghost-of-Johnny-Carson, it's too fucking hot for "how [temperature] is it" jokes.

That's How Hot It Is

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I guess I can post this text file now. It seems like enough.

Obligatory "Also"

2011-07-07T22:58:00.000-07:00

You know how when you watch that TV show "Cops," if you watch TV, and you notice how the cops notice drug paraphernalia when ~~the~~ they pull people over (because, I think that is all they show on the TV show, and, even though I haven't watched that TV shown in, like, probably more than 10 years, and, even though, well, whatever, well, like, whatever), well I notice stuff too.

[TIME ELAPSED]

I was re-reading some post that mentioned "sleeper" when the "Good Morning" song came on the .mp3 player.

That should have been a post, but, it did not become a post OR whatever.

Six Versus One

Then the Poker Face song, too repetitive.

Sister Christian, only because it is only now just started.

I growl without a cigarette.

Yeah, this song, I think I'll make a few more cigarettes.

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The yellow-ish packaging of Bic pens very-much resembles the color of the filter of cigarettes.

Bic is a (I'm pretty sure) French company, and the French smoke a lot (or so I've read.)

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EDIT:

It wasn't a happenstance reading of cleveland.com/metro, it was a link from reddit.com/r/cleveland: http://www.fox8.com/news/wjw-man-killed-by-cleveland-police-in-parma-mom-wants-answers-txt,0,2188198.story

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Why do I consider TV station links as I consider them? I don't have a TV.

I'm more likely to be up on the local TV news in Iran (because U.S.A. TV stations are all worked up about streaming stuff on the internets.)

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On the streaming of Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.A. TV stations on the Internet

[I don't know how to type-ify endless-muffled-chuckling]

But it is worth watching that hot weekend-weather-babe on channel eight.

From Only the Newspaper Website

2011-07-07T22:28:00.000-07:00

Because It Is Familiar

So this on-duty, City of Cleveland police officer drove his police-car to Parma, Ohio, U.S.A. to confront some guy who supposedly stole $10,000 USD worth of jewlery from the home of an off-duty City of Cleveland police officer.

Also, the on-duty City of Cleveland police officer shot and killed guy who supposedly stole from the home of the off-duty City of Cleveland police officer.

I know of this incident only because of a happenstance reading of cleveland.com/metro.

I type of this incident because of first-hand knowledge of the Cleveland-Parma border area.

What happened?

They city will figure it out.

What _really_ happened?

Some Cleveland cop from Parma bought a house in Cleveland near the Parma border because he had to live in Cleveland at the time he got his job.

Some other second district Cleveland cop from Parma finagled himself into working in the second district so he would not have a long drive home to his house near the Cleveland-Parma border because he, also, was from Parma, and, at the time, required to live in Cleveland.

Blah, blah, blah.

If the Theft Occurred Near Fulton ~~State~~ and Stickney, I'll Testify (Because He Was a Dick)

Non-English Word of the Moment

2011-07-03T20:19:00.000-07:00

So Long, Losers ... Redux

So, like, yeah. I got a passport, and I can ditch this dump and not have to worry about looking back, but, as it would turn out, Erieau is like some sort of summer-tourist-Mecca.

As such, all lodging there is like really expensive.

Maybe I'll just do what I did last time, and just circumnavigate the lake.

What, like, maybe, 12 hours of driving?

T'ain't nothing.

Heck, I've done more on no sleep.

Is this time, or is this something else?

Time is dependent upon weather, and weather is dependent upon time.

Wait.

Weather is not dependent upon time.

Summer-time calculated, and, weather-wise, it's all like, whatever.

If it rains during your vacation, tough.

Maybe I should just walk there.

I think that bridge is uphill, and, man, I hate walking uphill.

The weather says it will be nice enough to sleep in a car, but I don't know if I want to do that in rural Canada.

Wait.

What is time?

I know some people calculate some measure of time based on the decay of some radioactive sub-atomic-thing, but Earth around Sol is pretty much the standard.

Me around Lake Erie.

People may do it every other day, but are they me?

Whoa!

I can totally go counter-clock-wise!

That would change everything.

Last time, I drove to Detroit, Erieau, Buffalo and then back here.

I could totally drive to Buffalo, buy gas in Hamilton (again), to Erieau, to Detroit and then back here.

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Even the hotels in Chatham-Kent are, like, $90 per night.

I've never been to Chatham-Kent, but, something, somewhere, in the back of my head, tells me that the locality of Chatham-Kent should pay people to lodge there.

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Man, oh man, these tour-ists screw everything up.

Maybe there _is_ a phonetical connection between "tour-ist" and "terror-ist," depending on your accent.

Like "tur-ist" and "tur-ur-ist."

I should either eat some more pineapple or go to bed or both.

Both

Why Not (Relatively)

2011-07-03T19:56:00.000-07:00

OR Free Book

The apartment building in which I live used to have a "sharing table" where one could place unwanted items for other tenants to reclaim.

The table disappeared, but there is some sort of shelf or something that is still there.

The other day, someone left a copy of The Screwtape Letters on the shelf, and, since I have not half-read it since high school, and, also, misplaced the copy I had gotten in high school to read, I picked it up.

I know it is a fictional series of letters from an established demon (Screwtape) to his fledgling-demon-nephew (Wormwood), but I don't recall the contents of the "letters."

It is a very-good condition book.

I may (re)read it.

I like the alternate definitions of "demon."

I do not consider myself to be "evil," but I don't believe in evil or Elvis.

I suppose I can be "very unpleasant," and I do not mind such a definition.

Why?

Why?

2011-07-03T19:38:00.000-07:00

Why not?

Why not let keyboard keys mashed on This Old Computer (TM) dictate something?

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Oh, this should be good.

The Princess and the Hero (oh, yeah, there is a villain too)

So, like, three chicks.

The princess and hero I figured out, but I forgot the third one when I typed about the villain.

Weird.

I recalled the third (number-wise-not) when I wiped my brow.

How will this play out?

I don't know.

Maybe it won't, period (.).

The directions work.

Sort of.

The hero-chick is (was?) north-west of here, but I think I saw her on a west-side bus (actually, I'm fairly-certain I saw her on a west-side bus).

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So, like, take all your input, and, like, ponder.

Nevermind, maybe it is possible, but I don't want to do it in real time.

Sha-Zam!

It is just that easy.

It has to do with time and stuff and how stuff does not stand up against time.

So, like, all this what-not, no matter how long it lasts, even, say 50 eons, it's all, like, whatever.

Nothing withstands time, and, as you should know from reading this totally awesome blog, time does not exist.

Cool, Huh?

Belarus Redux

2011-07-03T19:34:00.000-07:00

Go where I want to be, access the blog from there, then hit Shanghai and Topeka before knocking on my door on a Sunday.

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Funny how the chosen mx melds with the posts.

Were I less experienced, maybe, but I'm not, so, like whatever.

Hipster Be Gone

2011-07-03T19:11:00.000-07:00

Bolus (Large)

There are a lot of things to type about.

Like the, "So Long, Losers Who I Didn't Like Anyway" post (because I totally got a passport.)

But, I'm not rich, so, like, I guess I have to buy some lottery tickets before that one.

I guess, to get it out of the way, the stereo-typical (I dislike using the term, but it applies) hipster who selectively disseminated fliers at the bike-riding-thing.

I didn't meet his criteria for getting a flier, but at least I was not alone.

The godless-commie bike-polo-guy gave me a flier, and I'd totally go, but I work during their hours of activity.

I guess I now get the hipster-hate that is so prevalent on the internets I frequent.

Like, How Much Does a Photocopy Really Cost?

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Put the tip of your tongue where your top, front teeth (if you still have them) meet your gumline.

Just a Generally Good Idea

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Free Book

I like to play the various forms of "Scrabble," both on a computer and, now, the telephone.

I like the internet games because they can be timed, and you don't have ... Whatever, I like the timed internet ones.

I like the telephone ones too, but, there exists the element of "cheat."

There are computer-programs and websites that allow one to cheat on the various games of electronic-scrabble-like-word-games.

I've beaten such programs and websites, and the users of such programs and websites tend to get annoyed when beaten.

It's not like it happens all the time; mostly, it has to do with the computer-controlled distribution of letters.

Still, like, you know?

Cryptograms Redux

2011-06-29T22:28:00.000-07:00

After re-reading my "Cryptograms" post, I have to wonder what great (or not so great) literary works contain cryptograms.

For example, the "Return (not) to Sender" relies upon capitalization of proper nouns as prescribed by my grade school grammar. Otherwise, you might get the USPS barcode-ish thing wrong (the capital lettered words were for the "tall" lines, and the lower case lettered words were for the "short" lines, but the capitalization was based upon grammar.

Also, I no longer live there, so the contest doesn't count anymore.

Makes Me Think

Stronger

2011-06-29T22:11:00.000-07:00

That is a great song, because, volume-wise, I can't turn it up enough.

Also, word-wise, it works multiple ways.

For example, the author should be honored that I type about it. Why? Duh.

Also, word-wise, the guy is a pretty good distiller.

I had to up the pre-amp because the various volumes didn't make it loud enough, though I had to tone it down to type this.

However, there are the "god" references.

I'll just leave that at that.

Actually, I won't.

"God" is no longer "God," but instead an interpretation of something over a very long period of time.

Your 2,000 year old god is not your derived god of today.

Time, a creation of your "god" changes stuff. Not necessarily your "god," but your interpretation of your "god."

Your "god" is here-say.

Maybe it is divinely-transmitted (and I wouldn't be surprised if "divinely-transmitted" is a vocabulary word in some theology school), but that is so totally bunk.

And that is what I will leave at that.

The "Getting It" Thing, Again, Sort-of, but Not Really

2011-06-29T21:54:00.000-07:00

The "getting it" post, now, after having micturated, reminded me of a "chaos" post, the specifics of which I had forgotten.

This goes back to the fuck-money-we-got-bombs post.

If the United States of America were to disregard money, lots of turmoil would result.

There would be lots of destruction of stuff, and lots of people would die, and all that would happen in a short amount of time.

Everyday, stuff is destroyed, and, everyday, people die.

What does that death and destruction accomplish?

I don't know, but probably nothing, because, death and destruction is natural.

But, what would globally catastrophic death and destruction accomplish?

I don't know.

Would it hurt to find out?

Yes.

Could it be like ripping off an adhesive bandage (coppie-wrights, you know?) or other post-surgical-maintenance stuff?

I don't know. Maybe.

So, like, who opposes this idea?

The religical don't (and if they do, they lie (based on the religical)).

I guess this is the cosmic joke again.

I eluded it, but to what end?

Will someone else catch it?

I looked around for someone to care, and saw no one.

Not Only That

2011-06-29T21:40:00.001-07:00

I lost my glimpse.

A Glimpse of "Get It"

2011-06-29T21:32:00.000-07:00

It is a contradiction.

In order to "get it," you can't "get it."

Those who say they "get it," negate their "getting it."

It's like a cosmic joke.

So, what you have to do is "get it," and then stop "getting it."

In other words, once you "get it," [something]. Should you continue to "get it," you no longer get it.

In other words, you can say you are "trying to get it," or you can say you are trying to "get it back," but, in terms of "getting it," well, sorry, it can't happen.

I Actually (Big Surprise) Broke a Sweat

Poker Face

2011-06-29T20:25:00.000-07:00

Didn't I type something about songs that are too loud in terms of, I don't know, being too loud?

I think they were country songs.

Oh, whoa! Total epiphany moment!

It was like on the tip of my metaphysical tongue.

This song, "Alejandro" I heard, maybe, last summer on a UK Top-40 torrent.

Fuck, is it next summer already?

Some one really ought to do something about time already.

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I guess that explains the descending saw-tooth graph.

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Wow.

Don't enqueue a lot of new songs into your random playlist unless you want to hear a lot of those new songs in a row.

Also, that is the third time today I've typed "enqueue" after having, like, never typed it.

Weird.

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Familiar songs allow one (me) to type as I already know what to sort-of expect (in terms of the familiar songs.)

Now I'm hit with a song that is both too loud and too quiet.

WTF do you do with a song that is both too loud and too quiet?

Oh. Turn down the PCM (which is subject to the master volume).

So, like, there is the PCM, which is the song sent to the "computer," which is sent to the overall volume. Computer is in quotes because it is all computer -- well, not really, ... future, physics (stuff (physics)), blah blah blah, whatever, and, like, stuff (...) ....

I Have No Idea What PCM Stands For (Pulse Code Modulation?)

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It totally makes sense to me in the moment, and, really, what is a "moment?"

Seriously?

Define "moment" in tangible terms.

Like, years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds, milliseconds, [define minutia ad nauseam so I can disregard those who calculate eternally], and, then, like, cool, huh?

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I was just wondering what to type, and I was wondering the reason for typing what I was going to type, and I realized that I need no reason to type anything.

I exist, this typing-interface and content-distribution-platform exists, and, like, obviously, the stuff I sense exists (or, does it, back to phenomenology, which brings up both the past, present and, and future), and, um, like, whatever.

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Experiment: Name popular musical artists (no looking up stuff on the internet).

Lady Gaga
Taylor Swift
Kanye West
Justin Beiber

Yikes.

I think, 1) the artists I mentioned are no longer popular (but, see: 2)), and 2), I don't know of any popular musical artists.

(Not) Surprisingly, I am not all that concerned about it.

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Duh Redux

2011-06-29T20:15:00.000-07:00

I forgot again.

Only set up experiments that will take longer than you will live to complete.

Duh

2011-06-29T20:14:00.000-07:00

I forgot.

There is no great something, re: The Physics Stuff.

The Physics Stuff

2011-06-29T19:48:00.000-07:00

Well, you know, what with stuff (physics) and all (stuff (physics)), it's all, like physics (stuff) and stuff (physics (stuff)), so, like, you can only go so far in terms of stuff (physics (stuff)).

Hire a sociologist.

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Sociology

Maybe I'm thinking that stuff hits a wall because I was staring at a wall when I decided to type this sentence, but stare at a wall or stare at a printout of something -- it is the same thing.

See, like, I went to get some more beer.

Where did I go, and how did I get there?

That is a physics problem, and that is a sociological (urban planning?) problem.

Or, better yet, it is simply a puzzle.

[ASIDE]

I had this "poker-face" post in mind. I don't know what it was, but, the poker face idea was there. I recalled hearing there was a song called "Poker Face," and I had never heard it, so I "waited patiently by my radio tuned to [whatever station would play such a song] and heard the song," and then, now, I, um, waited patiently [is this fooling anyone?] until I heard "The Jack," and it is over now, but, I don't know, like, whatever.

[END ASIDE]

Anyway, physics and stuff (OR stuff and physics).

Oh, yeah.

I went to get beer.

I rode my bike to a gas station and bought cheap beer.

I wanted to call a livery vehicle (probably a Lincoln, if they still make them) to drive me to the airport, where upon I'd board a Citation X and fly to some country that makes good beer (Belarus?), buy some beer, fly back here, call another livery vehicle (that must be a local thing) and then come back here, drink some beer and type some more.

Electricity takes the path of least resistance OR the shortest distance between two points...

I could, if I really wanted to, do the second-above paragraph, but it would take a long time.

Get it?

Regarding the physics of stuff, you just do what you have to do to get the desired result. If it is calculated to take 2,436,885,024,977,549,328,785,948,135^548 years, well, that's the breaks. Set it up and find something else to do while you wait.

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2009

2011-06-29T19:13:00.000-07:00

The year I'm reading.

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Why?

I dunno.

It has something to do with either statcounter.com or [REDACTED].com/analytics.

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Did you know that dates (i.e. numbers) don't really matter all that much?

Yeah, I can say that because I am neither young nor old.

Did you know I was never neither young nor old.

Pick a point in time in which I have existed, put me in it, and I wouldn't notice except for those around me who were aware of time.

I try to realize I am old, but, like, it doesn't happen.

I try to feel that I am old, but, like, it doesn't happen.

Even physical atrophy goes away.

I molted not too long ago.

Why?

I dunno.

It happens from time to time.

I just peel the dead skin away.

What's weird is that I had not molted in a while.

The last time I remember molting was probably in the late 1980s.

Oh, yeah. Hair transference.

I forgot that hair leaves the head and moves to the outer perimeter of the ear canal.

Nevermind.

Bam! (At the Wire (Not Including the Title))

2011-06-29T18:58:00.000-07:00

But I Fucking Hate Cardio

There. I fucking typed it.

Who doesn't fucking hate cardio?

Yeah, I know there are people who don't hate cardio, but man, I fucking hate cardio.

Also, I hate cardio.

Like, a lot.

It ain't no fun.

But, it is worthwhile.

What's weird is that I can feel the cardio-lovers-who-love-hating-cardio-haters to the north (north) and east-south-east (100 degrees).

Now that I think about where I am, that makes sense.

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I thought the 669th post would have been more [something], but I guess it just goes to show, that in lieu of a math problem calculating something important, numbers don't really matter all that much.

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I don't know if I typed it before or not, but I'll try to do so in three minutes, just in case I didn't do it before.

So, like, I read the Wikipedia that said the members of the band Black Sabbath went to Catholic schools.

What do all Catholic school-rooms have in common?

Some little dude nailed to a small cross hanging on a wall.

Considering the age of the members of that band, the little crucified dude was probably made of metal (not of plastic and from China).

So, what do typical Catholic school kids stare at when they are bored?

The room.

What is in the room?

Stuff, but also a little metal man stuck to a wooden cross hung on the wall.

The iron man on the the cross in the bored schoolers' room.

Eat More Fruit

2011-06-29T18:38:00.000-07:00

Exercise

I don't do nearly enough of it, especially in the now past four months.

So, like, I got sick, then, being sick, I got used to being lazy.

And, how typical, an exercise class song comes on the .mp3 player.

Yeah, it (the .mp3 player) is on random, but I chose the songs to enqueue in the player, so maybe it is like some sort of random that is not random because it is a sort of sub-conscious-(not-)random.

What?

Oh, yeah, the post.

How do I rationalize the start of the post with what audibly transpired ([redundant?] after I started typing)?

Well, it is still early, but I also started drinking early.

Then again, it was one of those days when I got a darn good buzz after only one discount beer.

Whatever

2011-06-29T18:23:00.000-07:00

Posts

I done typed a lot of posts.

There are dates when I typed a lot of posts, and there are consecutive dates when I didn't type any posts.

I was looking at what music to listen to, and I saw an at least six year gap in some dude's disco-grapy, and I felt, hey, if that dude can blow six years between creating something, I should be able to go more than a few months between smashing keys on a keyboard and be OK with it, like, right?

Well, there is a difference between making songs and just typing stuff.

Yeah, the songs probably begin with a typing/writing thing, but then there's all the music stuff.

Take Up the Holophonor

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See, that doesn't really work.

All these Momento-esque messages to myself don't really stand out.

In fact, the only one that stands out is the law school one, and, man oh man, all that reading.

Of course, all that drinking...

I'm still going to have to think about it (while I inhale freely through my teeth because it is so totally awesome to get cavity-ridden wisdom teeth pulled (cracked) out of your skull, even with the 24-hour smoking restriction (you can get around it if you can tolerate biting down on gauze throughout the period (changed every couple of hours or so (the gauze, that is).)

Also, it was only like $30 bucks per tooth.

But They Were Not Impacted

666

2011-06-25T18:19:00.000-07:00

I applied for a passport with the far-off (relatively) intent of figuring out a way to go to college in Korea.

I applied for a passport with the realization that I could not drive an unlimited-miles rental car back to the other side of Lake Erie/Lac Érié and easily return to the U.S.A.

Dude, I totally need a passport to return to the United States of America if I leave the United States of America.

I don't remember how much I had to pay to renew my driver's (driver?) license, and yet I have to pay even more money for some little, likely laminated (like, whoo hoo) paper book-let?

Money notwithstanding, as soon as that dang little, laminated paper book gets to me (assuming I'm granted the, um, permission, or something, I guess (yeah, I know, right?)), I am totally going to rent another car and drive to the other side of the lake.

I don't know if I'll get all drinky before the sun sets (so I can look at all the artificial amber lighting again), but, if the "Trailer Park Boys" documentary is an accurate depiction of life in Canada, I should be passed out before shit-sunset, so it shouldn't matter.

So, like goals:

1) Obtain passport
2) Go back to the other side of the lake (note -- bring camera this time)
3) Go to college in Korea for three or four months (and go get a job on some Chinese broadcast outlet and never return to the United States of America, or maybe just Ohio, maybe)

Goal status:

1) Wait and hope some state department official doesn't read this blog
2) See 1)
3) See 2)

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Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

I was going to type about the fictional planet Miranda, and I was going to segue (segway?) into some chick named Mirana I met, but I feel like such typing would be tantamount to reaching into a globe made of stiff wire that was made with extra stiff-wire designed to entrap the hand that reached into the globe made of stiff wire.

I don't think I want to stick my hand into a globe made of stiff wire that has extra stiff-wire incorporated into its design with the intent of entrapping any hands that are stuck into it.

Whew.

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Forgetfulness

I re-read some stuff I typed, and I totally forgot not only what I typed, but _how_ I typed it.

Yeah, I, like, kinda take note of seemingly irrelevant typings (I even typed a post title about it (and the post might have been related to the title (go figure))), and I sorta get a little weird-ed out.

Why type in a certain way?

I don't know.

I think I may have typed "I don't know" too quickly.

I suppose I could ponder why "I don't know," but, like, why?

Do I care? Yeah, a little, but not that much.

Actually, no where near all that much, so, like, [EXPLETIVE DELETED] it.

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Profundities: Three Weeks or Three Years Equally Profound

(That means that they are not all that profound (can you guess it? (even though they are)).)

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Word Counts

You know what else pisses me off?

Word counts.

"This something-or-another has to be x words long."

Wat?

What is a word?

"A" and "I" are words.

"The" and "and" and "but" and "of" and other short letter-ed words are words.

I think the senile non-nuns-but-still-religi-fied-what-ever-you'd-call-them taught me that you don't get to count "short" words like "a," "and," "but" and whatever in your word count.

Regardless, well, like, um, whatever, like, so, um, like, totally. Like, right, or something?

OR

Regardless, like, whatever.

Thirteen versus three.

Is it intended for broadcast?

Does it matter how long it takes to speak?

White-Space

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[DELETED -- why? Because I wanted to delete it.]

Since Technology Allows It Now

2011-06-25T17:09:00.001-07:00

~~See this picture?~~

At its creation, it was supposed to be an annoying animated .gif such that it flipped back and forth horizontally around the origin of the drawn graph.

Since I now have a computer that can display an animated .gif of such size through a web browser, I figured, "Hey, I should totally animate and post that old scan that was meant to be an annoying animated .gif."

Guess what?

Blogger (REDACTED) turns it into a .png, and now imageshack requires registration for animated .gifs, and I forgot the email password for this blog, and, hence, the registration for imageshack.

Why does the internet hate me?

I finally get the gear, and now the software says "no."

Anyway, just save the image, duplicate the layer (in GIMP or whatever), flip the duplicated layer horizontally and save it as an (annoying) animated .gif with the lowest delay possible.

Stupid internets.

Three Accidents

2011-06-22T19:19:00.000-07:00

That Affected Me, Anyway.

Numero uno: somewhere between Breezewood, Pennsylvania and Mount Airy, Maryland. Major backup, big enough that WAMU's traffic update mentioned it. Stuck the traffic jam out.

Numero dos: a bit of a ways west of Breezewood, Pennsylvania. Some dude (he crashed his car, and I saw him looking at it as I drove by, so I'll refrain from a more colorful description) over-corrected his fancy red car on a wet, downhill road. I had to change lanes to allow the PA trooper to safely speed to the scene.

Nombre trois: OH87 and OH528. Amish country. I don't know what happened. It was on state routes, so I turned around and found a work around. I saw the east-side ("not-the" Cleveland Clinic (that is to say, it is not "The Cleveland Clinic," it is "Cleveland Clinic," unlike the state university, which is "_The_ Ohio State University," and not "Ohio State University." Trust me, the marketers say it totally matters and stuff)) helicopter flying away from the scene. Man, Amish chicks can be pretty beautiful. Well, east-side Amish chicks, anyway. Though, there can be made an argument for the Amish chicks down around Spencer, Ohio, U.S.A., or at least the buggy driving ones (location notwithstanding.)

Slow Zoom @ OSAMA

2011-06-22T17:36:00.000-07:00

Restaurant Review

Joe Squared
133 West North Avenue
Baltimore, MD 21201
(410) 545-0444

After a seven-ish hour drive in a non-smoking rental car along the overpriced Pennsylvania turnpike and having eaten and drank only sugar, I was hungry.

I picked up my friend, and he directed me through the maze of one-way streets making up Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.A. to a place called Joe Squared near some art school.

The place was very crowded, but it was an early Friday evening after all.

We went inside, and we were confronted by a bluegrass band, and it was then that I remembered I had entered the South.

A nice waitress took our names and said she would notify us when a table was available.

After only about 10 minutes chatting outside, the waitress found us off to the side of the crowded, street-side patio and took us to a table in the back of the restaurant.

It was far enough away from the band that any high-pitched sounds wouldn't hurt my ears, but I think that table location was simply chance, as I did not request to be seated in a location where the higher pitched sounds of a bluegrass band would be dulled by distance and refraction off restaurant clientele.

I ordered the Reuben with fries. I forget what my friend ordered, but he got a salad instead of fries. We both got a can of some beer that had "bohemian" in the name, probably National Bohemian.

The beer was pretty good. It reminded me of some kind of Leinenkugel I bought at some gas station in Wisconsin -- "red" something or another.

Anyway, the restaurant was populated by a mixed-age crowd of pretty cool people. There were lots of tattoos. One chick had an outline of the commonwealth of Virginia tattooed on her left triceps and an outline of the state of Maryland tattooed on her right triceps. When my friend mentioned that if one were to travel east of our current location, one would run in to the southern end of New Jersey, I felt I should have consulted the chick with the tattoos, as she was probably a geographer or something.

The food arrived.

But, before the food arrived, there were smaller plates on the table before we were even seated. Both plates had chips in them, but they were clean.

Oh! The plates were there because Joe Squared is a pizza-place. The rectangular pizzas are served on that wire-mesh that looks like graph paper and is more heavy duty than chicken wire (the hexagonal stuff), so the plates must have been for pizza.

Whatever. The sandwich plates contained no discernible defects, and my sandwich and fries were very good. Yeah, they were greasy, but it was the good kind of greasy -- light oil that did not drip from nor drown the food when it was on the plate.

Also, the sauerkraut was not the overly krauty kind of sauerkraut -- as I think back on it, between licking my lips, I thought the kraut may have been sauteed onions, but who puts sauteed onions on a Reuben?

There were no salt or pepper shakers on the table, but I was offered a brand new bottle of ketchup (or is it catsup (catchup? (wait, what is it here? (sry, future (but only 13 words), my bad)) (also, I'm pretty sure, whatever it is, it has anchovies in it) in the South?)

Turns out, I didn't need salt for the fries, but what about the pizza eaters who eat the cheese and toppings off the pizza and then salt the sparsely sauced sliver of bread and crust that remains? Maybe that is just an (ex-)pizza-shop-employee way of eating pizza.

I'm sure I could have gotten a salt shaker had I asked for one.

The Reuben was big, but it was on, like, some kind of elongated roll with a flat bottom and a rounded top. Ah! The pizza shop thing again. That explains the bread.

Meat-wise, yeah, not so much, but it was hot and humid, and I was hungry, and too much meat probably would have been not such a good thing. Heaping heaps of corned beef are probably better reserved for mid-Spring and early ante meridian (meridiem?), post-drinking, solids consumption.

I think that's it.

Overall, Joe Squared is pretty good.

Oh, yeah. The cost of my meal and beer was half of $27.

I didn't pay, so I don't know what the tip was.

Hanged By the Neck Until Dead

2011-06-05T22:02:00.000-07:00

So, like, the United States of America has a lot of United States of America citizens in its military, and those citizens are deployed overseas.

Is the deployment of United States of America personnel a hindrance to the security of the nation or an opposite-of-hindrance to change in the United States of America.

Obviously, in this day and age, that which is broadcast to the masses is not what the masses agree to.

Money talks, but there is only so much money.

Also, technically-speaking, the United States of America has a negative-amount-of-money.

Yeah, individuals, or corporations (that is, a legal-speaking-way of saying an individual or group of individuals) have positive-amounts-of-money.

You say you got money in the bank?

Are you a citizen of the United States of America?

Guess what.

Your money gets divided up among the nations to which the United States of America is in debt.

Probably China, and they are pretty cool and all compared to the Middle East nations (or Saudi Arabia).

[It is cool and all to make stuff up and all, right, Canadian-sounding female political-types, right?]

Anyway, chances are you don't have enough money in the bank to pay your share of your nation's debt to some foreign country, even if you are a multi-millionaire.

So, like, this nation, it has a pretty potent military.

What if I, along with the other cockroach-squashing citizens, decided that money is worthless?

What of those other nations to whom we, as a nation, are indebted?

I think they'd be out of luck, and I think we'd be cool and all money-wise.

Yeah, it ain't quite kosher, but, like, is it not "us or them," with the "them" undefined at present?

Yes, friends, it is just that easy.

We are of the most powerful nation on the planet.

Fuck money.

Don't reduce the debt, just say, "We have no more debt. If you don't like it, we have many bombs."

What would happen?

Probably, nothing would change.

But, there would be the potential for making things better for everyone, worldwide.

Thing is, we have elected-people who are not necessarily looking out for the best interests of the nation.

Don't get me wrong, they may (maybe) be looking out for those who elected them, but, it does not take a jaded person to be suspicious in this day and age.

In other words, [the stuff I typed.]

Yes!

It is that easy.

Who is going to say what about it?

Them?

Duh. Bombs!

I know, I know, but everyone dies. There is no cure for death.

If they want to bring it to that, so be it.

It sure beats the way things are now. AmIright?Yeah!

What do congressmen and senators do? They tell the president how to act when dealing with other nations.

Do senators and congressmen fiddle with stuff that goes on in their states?

Do they?

Well?

No, of course they do not.

They are the state's representation to the world, by way of the president.

It's not like we don't have enough state-senators and state-representatives (state-congressmen) to deal with local (nation) stuff.

Do you know how many McDonalds I own in Moscow?

I own zero McDonalds in Moscow.

Do you know how many flights I have in to and out of Sydney?

I have no flights in to and out of Sydney.

Do you know how many mines I own in the Democratic Republic of the Congo?

I own no mines in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

How many of the above do you own?

That is what I thought.

On the Origin of Trolls

2011-06-05T21:14:00.001-07:00

Trolls are manifest of society.

)kind-a like "I blame society," but not.(

Actors

2011-06-05T21:12:00.001-07:00

Things mean things to people to whom things mean things.

I am selfish.

I do things as I wish or not-wish to do things.

I am a troll, because, like fishing in a cesspool, it is nice to sit and do nothing for the sake of doing nothing while not arousing suspicion that you are not doing nothing for the sake of doing nothing.

I need to learn from myself.

I get too involved in my roles.

For The Record

2011-06-05T20:42:00.000-07:00

Just so you know,

The people who typed the assorted religious texts had much better drugs than I have.

Also, they had, like, tons of hot virgins on hand to, um, correct their grammar, so, like, future (from 2011) readers, don't get all worked up about a mis-placed punctuation point.

I find it much easier to type the above than to edit that which I have verily typified most [era-appropriate-fancy-sounding-part-of-speech-that-should-go-here].

Flashing Lights

2011-06-05T20:06:00.000-07:00

Posterity

This title came to me for a number of reasons.

The re-read post which precipitated this post is titled "JetBlue A La Carte."

However, there were a number of posts, read by me, also, typed by me, that, like, sort-a, like, made me think something like, "I typed this?" when I read them.

The search terms for said posts were "zero" and "whom," respectively.

I read the crap I typed, and I'm all like, "I typed that?!?!OMGWTFBBQ...," but, that is old and tired.

I read-ed those posts and I didn't feel four years older than when I typed them.

Don't get me wrong, I crack myself up sometimes, and I often stupefy myself when I re-read stuff I type.

I, at present, wonder of stuff when I re-read that which I type, and ponder infinity-in-an-instance as to why that which I have typed has not been enacted globally.

It so totally makes sense to me, today as I kill cockroaches (I know, but there are just so many of them). Also, I decided to not squish the yellow sac spider hovering outside my door, with the hope that it would move in and feast upon the roaches.

Fucking spiders are so unreliable.

Anyway, what?

Yeah, the stuff I stuffed that was not en-stuff-ified.

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Stuff and the (Perceived) Dependence on Stuff

I checked the number of beers and cigarettes I had.

Why?

Because they are numbered.

Had I a tobacco garden and a beer-equivalent, I'd not check the quantity of corporately (yeah! totally arbitrary (I know, right?)) prescribed whatever.

Anyway, I checked.

I'm good for now.

So, like, what was I typing?

I was not really typing about the unreliability of predatory insects {problem?}, I was instead typing about this crap I typed and how it seems so totally good if enacted, but it is not enacted.

Now, granted, I am pretty clueless, but those who are not clueless have their moments of clueless-ness, and I have data supporting that clueless-ness.

So, what is the excuse?

OK, maybe there is not an excuse but a reason.

OK, what is the reason?

Didn't I type something about knights and rooks and sacrifice or something, and something?

Maybe it is just me.

Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country

OR

W(hy)TF are those that do for me (as I elected them to do) for the country not doing what W(hat)TF I elected them to do for the country?

Wat?

Yes, humor.

Appropriate or not, humor is something that is funny, and it is always good to laugh, or not.

I don't know.

Yes, I laugh at inappropriate stuff, but is not laughter laughter?

Laugh.

Laff.

I am currently wondering if "laugh" is the British spelling of the word that describes what one does when one finds humor.

The word looks so foreign in type.

I guess if I work in the physics-stuff, laughter can be detrimental if utilized in too concentrated a form.

Like, laughing at one person out of around about 6,000,000,000 people might be bad for that one person.

Why?

Those 5,999,999,999 or so people exuding the same or similar cerebral-electro-magnetic-field towards one person can be overwhelming to that one person.

Yeah, all your science-types will brush it off, just like the guy who operated on that United States president who was shot didn't bother to wash his hands because bacteria were not yet discovered.

Of course, one must not live one's life based upon what might be.

But, common sense is a sense that has not yet been quantified by science.

Crap. Religion will commandeer common sense.

Double-crap. What now? Were I not the one who typed them, I'd be all like -- wait -- I probably would not have read them were I not the one who typed them.

Anyway, like I often crack myself up sometimes, I often stupefy myself when I re-read stuff I type.

I, at present, wonder of stuff when I re-read that which I type, and ponder infinity-in-an-instance as to why that which I have typed has not been enacted globally.

It so totally makes sense to me, today as I kill cockroaches (I know, but there are just so many of them). Also, I decided to not squish the yellow sac spider hovering outside my door, with the hope that it would move in and feast upon the roaches.

Fucking spiders are so unreliable.

Anyway, what?

Yeah, the stuff I stuffed that was not en-stuff-ified.

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Stuff and the (Perceived) Dependence on Stuff

I checked the number of beers and cigarettes I had.

Why?

Because they are numbered.

Had I a tobacco garden and a beer-equivalent, I'd not check the quantity of corporately (yeah! totally arbitrary (I know, right?)) prescribed whatever.

Anyway, I checked.

I'm good for now.

So, like, what was I typing?

I was not really typing about the unreliability of predatory insects {problem?}, I was instead typing about this crap I typed and how it seems so totally good if enacted, but it is not enacted.

Now, granted, I am pretty clueless, but those who are not clueless have their moments of clueless-ness, and I have data supporting that clueless-ness.

So, what is the excuse?

OK, maybe there is not an excuse but a reason.

OK, what is the reason?

Didn't I type something about knights and rooks and sacrifice or something, and something?

Maybe it is just me.

Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country

OR

W(hy)TF are those that do for me (as I elected them to do) for the country not doing what W(hat)TF I elected them to do for the country?

Wat?

Yes, humor.

Appropriate or not, humor is something that is funny, and it is always good to laugh, or not.

I don't know.

Yes, I laugh at inappropriate stuff, but is not laughter laughter?

Laugh.

Laff.

I am currently wondering if "laugh" is the British spelling of the word that describes what one does when one finds humor.

The word looks so foreign in type.

I guess if I work in the physics-stuff, laughter can be detrimental if utilized in too concentrated a form.

Like, laughing at one person out of around about 6,000,000,000 people might be bad for that one person.

Why?

Those 5,999,999,999 or so people exuding the same or similar cerebral-electro-magnetic-field towards one person can be overwhelming to that one person.

Yeah, all your science-types will brush it off, just like the guy who operated on that United States president who was shot didn't bother to wash his hands because bacteria were not yet discovered.

Of course, one must not live one's life based upon what might be.

But, common sense is a sense that has not yet been quantified by science.

Crap. Religion will commandeer common sense.

Double-crap. What now?

See Above

2011-05-30T16:59:00.000-07:00

Weird Songs

"Sunshine Superman" is a weird song to me in that it is hard to amplify.

I think I might have to listen to it again.

It may have to do with the heavy-broad-band-bass and the subtle highs.

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The vocals are somehow more something that need to be fiddled with as opposed the to the high and low extremes.

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Anyway, it sounds loud enough now.

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So much for not re-reading this blog.

It's not that a hair-cut is imminent, but, still, you know?

Spill Trolls

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Words are neat.

Words are funny.

Mis-spelled words [something].

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I know stuff, and, if I don't know stuff, I'll usually look up that which I do not know.

Sometimes, for reasons unknown to me, I'll neither know nor not-know something, but I'll trasmit it regardless.

Why?

Why not?

("Because" is also acceptable.)

Trolling has it's (yeah, huh?) virtues.

I may not know those virtues until they present themselves, but it's good to cast a wide net or something.

Anyway, what do they say about privacy now-a-days?

Something like, "If you have nothing to hide, don't worry about it."

Right?

Well, yeah, that is what "they" say, but who are "they?"

I know I am not "they," though, in a way, I am a "them," but it's only for personal and scholarly (presently) use.

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There is this island that is about as close to being an antipode to where I am now.

It is round-about S 38.72181 E 77.52262.

I've REDACTED it, and even seen some photographs of it.

I forget which European nation claims it.

It is in the southern Indian ocean.

Because gravity sucks, I think, in my life-time, that island is as far away from here as I can get.

I would so like to get as far away from here as I can get.

Why?

Said Nothing About Hyphens

2011-05-30T16:28:00.000-07:00

Vanity

So, like, I have some web-counter-thing on this blog, and I check it from time to time, just to make sure I don't show up on it.

Anyway, the most popular posts seem to be the "Common Refrigerator Dimensions" and the "Juice Haters" ones.

The refrigerator one is obvious, because who, who is planning a kitchen, would not want to know common refrigerator dementias {cough}?

As for the juice-haters, I don't get it.

I thought it was a funny-internet(s)-picture, and it happened to coincide with a local (to me) state issue.

But now, in the future-from-then, we have passed some casinos-are-OK-in-certain-places-legislation, but here in the northern part of the state, construction of the casino has halted.

I read that it is because the guv-ner wants more kick-backs from the casinos for his XXXXXXXX, but that may just be internet(s)-talk.

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Anyway, I wasn't sure if I should have redacted "grow-ops," but, if I remember from only a few minutes ago, I was supposed to somehow work-in something about oranges (oranges, or, I guess, if you want, OR-anges), I try to not discriminate.

Anyway-redux, I guess we are back to 2008 and 2009 and gambling stuff on the state-ballot.

So, like, in oh-eight and nine, the gambling stuff didn't pass.

That made some people happy.

In 20-10, the gambling stuff passed.

I can only presume that made some people unhappy.

So, think about who was happy in oh-eight and nine, and conversely, unhappy in in 20-10.

Could it be that construction on Gilbert's Cleveland casino has halted because of the people who were happy in oh-eight and nine, and who are now (most-likely) unhappy in 20-10?

Since the current scapegoat is the governor, would not one surmise that those happy in oh-eight and nine would count the governor among their numbers, and would not one surmise that those unhappy in 20-10 would count the governor among their numbers?

Finally, would not one suppose construction of Gilbert's Cleveland casino has halted because of (the Gilbert contract/money-stuff notwithstanding) those happy in oh-eight and nine and unhappy in 20-10 by way of the current (May, 2011) governor?

Yeah, probably, but, like whatever.

I Can't Give You a Turkey for Thanksgiving

At Present, Anyway

2011-05-30T15:56:00.000-07:00

Top News

OR

Agenda Setting

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Yeah, it's a holiday on the internet (I mean, in America), so, like, it is a slow news day.

But, as it would turn out, the internet is only American to North Americans.

So, how does a North American find the non-North-American-internets?

Yeah, because, while they are inter-connected, there really are internets.

This is more stuff that is stuff and stuff, you know?

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There are, like, search things that customize search results based upon one's location, but they are way-too micro-whatever in their results.

I think I'd like a search thing that customized my search results to the area within 8.3*10^13 miles of where I happen to be.

That should include all the internets I want to search.

The Bike-Riding Thing

2011-05-30T15:32:00.000-07:00

Possible titles:

Heat (because it is hot and humid)
Bike (because of that Pink Floyd song and the obvious)
Fire (because of the weather and the fire alarm next door (but the alarm was explained upon visual observation))
Four (because of the number of letters in the previous three possible titles)

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I had this idea that I would, instead of not posting to this blog anymore, simply not read this blog anymore.

I got this idea after the last batch of too-much-cheap-Wal-Mart-wine-fueled posts.

Don't drink too much cheap Wal-Mart-wine.

Note To Self

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Why So Serious?

I don't know.

I remember when satellite-radio was an embryo, and I bought a car-radio that had the ability to be easily upgraded to satellite-radio because I thought the idea of satellite-radio was pretty cool.

The radio was stolen from my car by the compatriots of XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.

I Redact Spaces Too

(Even in the Spring-Time)

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I suppose, if I wanted to, I could listen to satellite-radio on the internet.

There are plenty of people who stream it for free, though they themselves must have a subscription.

Once, I was in a fast-food-restaurant drive-through line, and someone had a satellite-radio with a very-low-power FM transmitter sending the satellite-content to his car's radio.

I'm pretty sure that guy wasn't paying rebroadcast-royalties.

Just Something About Which To Think

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Strength In Numbers

OR

Another Example of How Stuff Is Stuff and Vice Versa

So, like, say you've got a wire holding one average-speed-electron.

Imagine if you touched that wire while you were standing on the ground.

You may or may not feel anything, depending on stuff.

So, like, say you've got a wire holding a lot of average-speed-electrons.

Imagine if you touched that wire while you were standing on the ground.

You'd probably feel it, like, a lot.

Critical Mass

I Had a Witty Title (But ...)

2011-05-09T22:13:00.000-07:00

I guess, in terms of stuff, I did not significantly define what to do when dealing with some dude who says he/she is (and IS) a cop.

Firstly, be cool.

Yeah, I sweat alot, but I drink a lot of coffee.

So, like, be cool.

Secondly, remember, if you are not one predisposed to crime (that is to say you have no criminal record, discounting traffic violations (and that is a whole 'nother thing)), try to deal with the officer as though you were dealing with a "Jones-ing" drug addict -- no sudden movements or provocative language.

Thirdly, be cool.

Fourthly, you don't know with whom you are dealing. Yes, you are dealing with a human being, but depending on what you are doing and where you are, steroid-abuse may be a factor, hence the "jones-ing" warning.

Beyond that, I can say only "be calm, cool and reflective."

I wish I could say more, but the "cool-ness" should be enough. I would recommend pressing any issues only, ONLY, if you have the funds or connections to have a court case that would garner media attention (should you wish it). Your dude with the cell-phone video off to the side will only give you justice on Youtube, and that is only worth what you can hold in you hand.

Also, don't be a dick/cock to the cool cops.

Go To Law School

2011-05-09T21:41:00.000-07:00

Some Thing Else That Pisses Me Off

You know what pisses me off?

When you're walking down the side-walk, to the right as we do in evolved societies (yeah, get bent England), and some dude or fat-chick decides to be British.

That is, some some-one decides to walk such that the American must walk to the left on the sidewalk.

From now on, I say eff-that.

Yeah, I know, I'm learning that were it to come to fist-to-cuffs, I am pretty formidable, but, still, WTF is it with people looking to get their jollies (or only joy-of-the-day) in getting someone to yield to commonplace courtisites?

Man, oh man, this world is getting to me.

Like the "Cleveland Public Library Security" personnel.

The quotes are for those who search the term.

I was totally "checked (hockey term)" by a security guard in the Main Library, and that was even after the channel-8 TV station aired something about security guards beating on some dude at the branch location over by Fulton and Lorain.

I guess it is to expected -- the dude was short and had a mustache, but he was not a cop.

Whatever.

The dude ... whatever.

Why do those who tend toward security tend toward security?

(Insecurity shall not be mentioned herein.)

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I guess that brings to a head the idea of law enforcement.

Who has been told that one should do something by another because that tell-er was a (a previously unforetold) law enforcement agent?

I have been told to do something because the other was a (previously unforetold) law enforcement agent.

I knew the the tell-er was a law enforcement agent (because, you know, I am pretty much totally awesome and stuff) prior to the "telling to do something" incident.

What did I do?

I mitigated the circumstances.

What of those who were no able to mitigate the circumstance?

I feel more than a little badly for those people.

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You're probably wondering how I mitigated the circumstances, and I so wish I could tell you how I did, but such instances rely on an "auto-pilot" of sorts, and, well, there is so much I do not know, so, like, you know, whatever. Sorry.

Iron Man

2011-05-09T20:19:00.000-07:00

Think about this: If you are driving an automobile at 60 miles per hour and turn on the automobile's head-lamps, have you increased the speed of light by 60 miles per hour?

What about traveling opposite to the direction of the headlamps?

Have you reduced the speed of light by 60 miles per hour?

Can slow be the way to go?

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It was a very nice day in Cleveland, Ohio, United States of America today.

I took a bus ride (with my bicycle) to the Wal-Mart (I know, but it is most accessible with the products I desire (though, I did not buy the pipe-insulation and weather-(sound)stripping I desire at the Home Depot across the street from the Wal-Mart.

I rode (and walked (uphill)) my bike from the store to my apartment, and as I was on the uphill out of the Steel-Yards-Commons, I thought to myself, "It is a really nice day; what (or who) will make this a bad day?"

Turns out, nothing and no-one made today a bad day as far as I am concerned.

As a pedestrian/bicyclist, I had expected some sort of automobile-arrogance, but, much to my pessimistic-dismay, there was none.

Even after finding that the Wal-mart wine I bought was not enough (though I do prefer it to beer) for this post, there was no-one and nothing to dissuade my thoughts that today was a nice day.

I'm almost upset that there was nothing to upset the nice day, but I'm too content to care about it.

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Oh, yeah, the speed-of-light stuff.

I had highlighted that portion of the post because it seemed to stick out, but, whatever.

The general ache in my shoulder has coalesced into a single point of not-quite-intense pain, and, localized, even pain can be dealt with, so, like, whatever.

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This will end here so as to begin anew another.

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Crap.

No title.

OK. Anthemic-song on the .mp3 (or should it be .flac now?) player.

This oughta give me a title...

I can envision senators and congressmen and whatever the European Union people call themselves asking their lackeys "WTF is a FLACK, and how can I make a soliloquy about it?"

I search the Top-100 .flac because I am old.

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I don't have to do anything or be anywhere for 17 (seven-teen hours.)

I can't help but smile like an idiot.

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I'm waiting for the Leonard Cohen songs to download (because they are on a hard disk that is not compatible with this computer), and it is taking forever, like, OMG, you know?!?!

I guess it is true that everybody hates the Jews.

Maybe It Is Just Canadians

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Seriously, maybe it is not a religious thing.

Maybe the American voters just don't like unqualified peoples running for offices for which they are ineligible.

Like that Bachman chick, and the Palin chick too.

Maybe the American voters are all up in a tizzy because Bachman and Palin are Canadians, and not Jews.

I did hear that Bachman and Palin were born in CANADA.

I mean, just listen to their accents.

Now, since I intentionally italicized my self reference, just so that I would not begin a third paragraph with "I" so as not to appear to be doing something, even though I am doing something (even though I am concurrently typing so as to not perpetuate the idea that the typer of this stuff is perpetuating something...

Wat?

OK.

I think the Palin chick is nuts, (period.).

Yeah, two periods.

When I say I think she is nuts, I mean I think she is nuts in the common (crap, vernaculars vary, so, like, disregard.)

Anyway, I think the Palin chick is nuts/crazy/cuckoo.

I think the Bachman chick is headed toward Palin-ism.

That is to say, I honestly think they are using their accents (the way they sound when they pronounce words) in attempt to gain votes.

I do not think their plans for this (once?) great nation are all that good for you, and, to a lesser extent, me.

I mean, yeah, they say stuff and stuff, and I think, well, I'm pretty much eff-ing awesome, and I don't really care about stuff because, like, I mean, life in term of the finite and stuff (I know, but, c'mon, this is like seriously resticted medium wherein you have to type individual words with fucking letters and stuff (it is like so totally, like, argh, [insert all your swear words/phrases here] hard, but, for some stupid reason I'm thinking about the people who pelted their christ when he walked through the streets wearing a crown of thorns while carrying a cross upon which he would be crucified.

Those types go for the religion stuff, or the people with whom they associate go for the religion stuff, so, like, I'm-a-gonna go with it.

Why am I going to go with it?

So I can live in peace.

I passed by where I will die today.

It didn't phase me much. Also, it's not where you think it will be.

You can mapper.acme.com that.

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Now that that's out of the way, I should work on finding a title for this post.

I think I will have to couple reading and listening and drinking.

When I search this blog, I ask only questions.

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Tells

The title is "Tells," "tells" as in gambling.

Why 'tells?'

Because (heck, I even mis-spelled "because" on a keyboard) I am so UA (un-worldy-awesome) that I have to give those who view me as an opponent some-sort-of-something, just to make them feel as though they have a chance.

Why?

I-m-a-gunna tell you why:

I won.

Lots of times.

How many times?

Think of the highest number of times you can think of, and then times that by the product-squared of all the times of blah-blah-blah.

In otherwords , fuck you.

Cleveland is a fucking school.

Depending on where you are and with whom you're dealing, it's either grade-school or high-school.

Stuff does not matter, only the "cool-kids" and how you other interact with them matter.

I am here to say 'fuck you' to whoever and whomever the "cool-kids" happen to be.

Did you know the "cool-kids" who pass judgment upon the "cool-kids" out in the streets are the same "cool-kids?"

They are the same.

I know, right?

So, like, what is one to do?

Look at pictures of Philoso-Mason and laugh while taking Carnegie instead of Prospect?

Yes, for some.

I, for one, welcome death.

Yeah, I may be kind of dumb, but, hey, I like believe in something at the moment, and death is not all that big a deal right now.

At least when you're dead you don't have to worry about what other people are thinking.

When you're alive and know what other people are thinking, in the deepest recesses of their minds, it can be unsettling, but at least you can see the bottom when they can't.

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It's all like stuff counter-acted by stuff.

I'll Die in the Present (If the Math Works)

2011-05-06T21:47:00.000-07:00

I'm at the point where I feel obligated to type something because I have the title and an appropriate ending, but I lost the topics I wanted to type about.

I hate typing for typing's sake.

I guess I could type about things that are currently on my mind, but the only one that is easy to type is that, since my life is probably more than half over, I should turn left-handed, if only to achieve some sort of physical balance (like rotating an automobile's tires.)

I could do that, but I'd have to rearrange stuff...

That was easier than I expected.

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Now what?

Now when I rest my head on my other palm I look right into the clock radio, and I can see how late it is.

Of course, when I type, I can only see the computer-clock, and who pays attention to computer clocks (unless they double as alarm clocks, but mine does not.)

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This left-hand stuff needs a lot more rearranging, and that is just on the computer. I'd have to reverse the layout of all the stuff on the task-bar and the dock, and I don't the dock is easily mirrored.

It's a right-hander's world, but it ain't nothing without something.

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I put my headphone on backwards, since I assumed they were designed for right-handers

WTF is this gibberish?

Why do I not type of things of importance - things that matter?

What matters?

Stuff matters.

Everything is stuff.

What matters that is not stuff?

When traveling, without taking port, to the extents of the globe, any port seems welcome to the crew, but the captain, retaining control of his faculties, views this as the time to harbor in the port of his choosing.

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blah blah blah

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...but such things rarely work out as they are calculated.

11:35 (Because of an 'S')

2011-05-06T20:34:00.000-07:00

Things that piss me off:

Hardware designed with software in mind

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When it comes to computers nowadays, (2011 (or 2007-ish, my cutting-edge-hardware-financial-threshold)) the sense of hearing is viewed as a premium for which rights must be purchased.

Don't get me wrong. It's not like there aren't work-arounds, but, it is an annoyance to such a degree that I will forgo the science-stuff I want to do because of the work I have to do just to do what I want to do all because some entity decided that I should not be able to do what I want to do without paying for the right to do all sorts of other stuff that I have absolutely no inclination of doing.

That so totally sucks.

TO DO:
Acquire the rights to everything that requires rights

[Notice how I omitted a '.']

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I went to look for a piece of scrap paper to draw a graph of something, and the first piece of writing material I found was the internet bill, due Wednesday (I hope (not really, the cable-internet company usually waits two months before they start calling for their money)), and I drew a graph that didn't make enough sense to take a picture of and post here.

Anyway, the graph was such that the y-axis was "background noise," and the x-axis was "not bg noise (OR what I wanted to hear (the speech of others))." To re-create the graph I drew, draw x=y, and draw a line that includes the obvious set of points {(10,0)...(0,10)}, and make the +/+ quadrant square; then, put a dot at where the lines intersect {(5,5)?}; then put a dot at (10,10); then use a dashed-line to make the intersection and (10,10) the same point. Add 'How?' with a line referencing both points.

There is also some dashed-line I made that resembles a cockeyed-hyperbola, but that is to be expected. Your dashed-line, should you wish to add it, may differ.

That's all there is.

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Where I'm sitting, typing this, I can gaze at the wall. I can open the blinds and gaze at a concrete retaining wall. I can gaze at a small visible rectangle of this computer's 'wallpaper' that features a view of stars (I don't know if they are accurate in configuration).

All three are real.

Even a real view of some stars is real.

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Dis-harmony Meta-analysis

Here's an example of a meta-analysis of dis-harmony:

I did a study of my left eye and my right eye.

I found that one eye is near-sighted, and I found the other is far-sighted (near-sighted and far-sighted are relative terms.)

One eye can see stuff that is far away clearly, but it is not so good for stuff that is real close.

The other eye can see clearly stuff more closely than the other, but it can't see clearly as far as the other.

It now makes me wonder which eye is the good eye.

I'd say they are both less than optimal, but I have no third eye to reference.

[third eye argument goes here, and it is ended here]

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The Dissemination of Musical Media

There was some guy who was featured prominently in the media due to his behavior at some musical award ceremony. That was the first I had heard of him.

Probably more than a year after hearing of the musical award thing, I heard I song I liked in a non-commercial setting, and, somehow concurrently, I heard the same song in an A/V commercial setting (in an AD for a website (so I don't know how I could have heard it (that is, websites don't advertise on over-the-air TV in Cleveland (because if you live in Cleveland and don't have cable or satellite TV, you are invisible to advertisers (except politicians (of course)))))).

Anyway, I liked what I heard of the song, and, combined with hearing the song by way of an opinion-leader, I decided to [REDACTED (really, I think they've reached redacted-status)] what few lyrics I could remember, and I discovered the source of the song.

Anyway, it's a pretty good collection of songs.

Also, I think his ego may be on the same level as Bill O'Reilly's and my super-ego.

Again and Again

2011-05-06T18:48:00.000-07:00

Optimal

optimum (from onelook.com (from wordnet.princeton.edu (from ???))):

noun: most favorable condition or greatest degree or amount possible under given circumstances

adjective: most desirable possible under a restriction expressed or implied

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optimum (from etymonline.com (from ???)):

1879, from L. optimum, neut. sing. of optimus "best" (used as a superl. of bonus "good"), probably related to ops "power, resources" (in which case the evolution is from "richest" to "the most esteemed") or to ob "in front of," with superlative suffix *-tumos. Originally in biology, in ref. to "conditions most favorable" (for growth, etc.).

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Optimal is an adjective derived from the noun optimum. According to the etymology website, optimum is from Latin and neuter, so it's probably fourth declension.

Anyway, the word and the concept exists in an -ology, so, like, that's science.

I don't think anyone or anything will disagree that at every moment there exists an optimal state of stuff (matter/energy/et al), though there may be disagreement on what is optimal. This disagreement, unfortunately, destroys the idea that there exists an optimal state of stuff at every moment; therefore, this post ends.

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An Idea Reborn

I'm going to be selfish, and I am going to take the potential disagreement from the previous block of text and just flat out ignore it.

I can hear the dissent, but, like, whatever.

So, since, disregarding dissent, there exists an optimal state of stuff at any given moment, then things like qigong and tai chi have valid benefits above and beyond mere movement.

If there exists an optimum, then there exists, at every single non-moment (new term -- non-moment: what you would see if you took a "snap-shot" of the universe with resolution such that all that exists (with the exception of that which is required to render (and view (ie - you)) the image of all that exists (perhaps that which is ignored? (see: disagreement above)) is visible)) an optimum configuration of stuff.

Since technology (for the moment (relative to all stuff)) isn't so great, who is to say ritualistic movements aren't scientifically-inspired, or even science in its purest form?

Of course, we all can interpret this idea as we will interpret it, and, the ignored discord precipitates.

What do?

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Type type type!

But what to type?

Type this.

Type that.

Type typos.

Type this again.

Type that again.

Type typos again.

Type this again again.

Type that again again.

Type typos again again.

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Fortunately, disagreement exists.

It is disagreement that allows infinite expansion, and it is disagreement that ceases infinite expansion (see: division by zero).

Of course, I'm still stuck with what to type.

The end.

It's a Work in Progress

2010-09-17T22:31:00.000-07:00

One chihuahua.
Two chihuahuas OR Two chihuahae?

The answer is Two chihuahuas.

The explanation can be found at: http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=Chihuahua

Tons of Citations

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[TITLE GOES HERE]

Writing news according to a given style will appease most of the people most of the time, but there are times when you may want to target your news audience both accurately and precisely. Words allow you to target your news audience with accuracy and precision, but which words should you choose?

The answer is easy, but it involves careful thinking in both choosing the words and the tone of news copy.

Many times a news story will involve a common man and his occupation. If a reporter makes mistakes or faux pas in reporting details of the occupation and its operation, news readers who have intimate knowledge of that occupation or its operation will often times point out the mistakes to someone other than themselves. That other person will often times point out the mistakes or awkwardness to yet another and another. After a couple hours, you've got a few readers who may have lost a little bit of credibility for the newspaper and the reporter.

This chain of reader-credibility loss may seem insignificant, but reporters are only human, and if one reporter has ever made a mistake, you can be sure that every reporter has made or will make a mistake, and mistakes, even tiny ones, accumulate.

Often times a newspaper will try to make up for mistakes by focusing on strengthening one section or aspect of the paper. Focused strengthening, however, will always cost more money than taking and accepting the small loss of readership.

[TYPE LOTS MORE STUFF HERE]

If you haven't figured out the answer yet, despair not, for herein, which thou seek is verily contained:

Write your news copy in a style that will appease most of your target audience most of the time.

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