Track 12: Everyone's in Love with You

I'm cheating. I'm publishing this now, and then I'm going to edit in the real entry in a bit, after I've been able to type it up.

Unfair? Yeah, probably. But, hey, it's the last entry, and I'm entitled. (I don't know why.)

A longer entry will be coming soon. Just wait for it.

Okay here's the entry I wanted to type up, but had run out of time earlier. It's a bloq!!
And it ties in (sorta) with the entry's title. Because it's about stalking. It's a stalk-bloq!!


<b>Do you think that reading people's blogs should have a different name besides "stalking"? Doesn't that seem a bit of a negative term?</b>

<b>Do you enjoy people stalking your blog? What about strangers?</b>

<b>There are many songs about stalking (the bad kind, that is. I don't know of any songs about reading blogs). What is one of your favorite "stalking" songs?</b>

<b>Do you know what time the celery stalks?</b>

<b>"Why are we so blind to see that the ones we hurt are you and me?</b>

and finally...

<b>Do you have any real life stalker stories? Please feel free to share and creep the rest of us out!!</b>


I saved that last question for...last, because its bound to be the one that generates the longest answers.

Well, that's it, folks. I know that I didn't go for 12 hours, exactly, but this is entry #12, and it will be the last one I do for the blog-a-thon. I think overall it was a smashing success. (Heh. I said 'smashing') Let's all give each other a round of applause.

And, I know most of you are still kinda exhausted...but...what do ya'll think about making this a semi-regular event?

Track 11: Walk on Water

Wow. I had almost forgotten that I wanted to talk about this. I had the idea to discuss this particular topic during the blog-a-thon like right after Stephanie came up with the idea.
I'm talking about the old story of Noah and the Flood. (It's Genesis 6:11 - Genesis 9:15. At least according to the site of the hour.)

In it, God decides that humanity has gotten it all wrong, and so he wants to start over with a clean slate. He decides to do this by flooding the world, and drowning everything.
"...all flesh died that moved upon the earth, birds, cattle, beasts, all swarming creatures that swarm upon the earth, and every man; everything on the dry land in whose nostrils was the breath of life died."
Despite the fact that the animals weren't what God had a problem with. Oops.

This would be really monstrous (well, it still could be viewed that way) but God has a soft spot, and doesn't scratch out all humans. (Although one's got to wonder, if he could make humanity in the first place, why bother saving any of us?) Anywhat, he picks Noah out of the crowd, and decides that this guy's good stuff. I won't snuff him.

He then tells Noah his plan. And instructs Noah on how to build a survival vehicle so that he won't be wiped out with 99.999999999999999% of the rest of life on earth.

And Noah agrees!!

Dude.

Okay, lets look at this from a "now" point of view. Say some aliens (or God, whatever) come up to you and say, "Hey. We're going to wipe out the planet, except for you, your immeadiate family, and these animals that you save."
What would your reaction be?

Personally, I don't think I'd be okay with the death of billions of strangers, billions (trillions??) of animals, and of course, all of my friends. I think I'd tell God, or the aliens or whatever exactly where they could stick their ark.

Barring that, I would at least try and convince other people to build their own ark, or invite friends and loved ones onto the ark with me. Or maybe I'd make the ark bigger, so it could accomadate more people (and animals).

Or maybe I'd say, "Hey. I don't really want to live in such an empty world. So if you're gonna kill so many innocents, you might as well add me to the list. What's one more gonna hurt, anyway?"

Or perhaps I'd try and find out why humanity deserved to be wiped out. And then I would see what could be done to remedy that, without resorting to the mass murder scheme, if it could be avoided.

The point is, there are plenty of ways around the idea of simply snuffing out so much life, and only sparing a few "innocent" beings. (Do you think Noah and his family had survivor's guilt? I think that I would.)

I read a short story a while back (I can't remember who wrote it, or even what it was called) but it had a similar situation. Wherein some aliens came to the president of the US (it wasn't Bush [wink]) and said, "Here's what you can do to save humanity. If you don't, it will be destroyed in X number of years." And the President (if I remember correctly) said, "Thanks, but no thanks." I can't remember the explanation the President gave, but I think the things I mentioned above may have been included.

All of this is interesting (to me) because in my Perth story, there is a character named Noah. And he does have an ark...of sorts. You'll see.

And hey!! Almost done!! Woo!!

Site of the hour - Really, really funny.

Track 10: The Moment of Conception

The song is just too brilliant.

If you'll indulge me for a moment:
At the moment of conception
I could see someone approaching
Will you be my disco dancer?
I could use a little coaching
Will you be my secret lover?
Mother, Father, Sister, Brother too

I was born without a conscience
Full of freedom, full of nonsense
From the mountains to the beaches
Eat the apples, steal the peaches
Will you be this wild child's lady?
Will you carry me to safety?

Lock me up & take me home
I don't wanna be free
Goin' crazy - on my own
It's not where I wanna be

I behave without compassion
I see things I want to smash them
When I put our love in danger & treat you like a total stranger
I don't really want to hurt you
I would stop it if I could do

Blame my school & blame my parents
& the genes that I inherit
Blame it on my older sister for showing me her dirty pictures
Blame the TV & the movies
Blame the lawyers & the juries

Lock me up & take me home
I don't wanna be free
Goin' crazy - on my own
It's not where I wanna be

At the moment of conception
At the moment of conception

I wish I was David Byrne. The man is incredible.

I feel the same way about Danny Elfman. And John Lennon. And Leonard Cohen. And, to a lesser degree, Ben Folds.
And Daniel Quinn (although not musically. Although I wonder if he's ever written any music.)

So many people have such incredible talent, and when I hear the songs by these people, it ...I don't know. I feel slightly inspired, to do my own writing. Even though I know that my stuff is nowhere near as good. And that doesn't really bother me, not like it used to anyway. There was a time (sometime in the past year,I'm sure) that I came to the point in regard to the Perth story that I was saying to myself:
"Self, it doesn't matter if I never get this story published. Or even if nobody even reads any of it. Or even if it sucks out loud. All you need to do, self, is write it, and you can enjoy it."

And that helped me feel really good about writing the story.

And then, of course, time passed, and I didn't write, and blah. I should try to get that mantra back, and see if the story will flow again.

I considered actually making my blog entries for the blog-a-thon be parts of the story. Of course, that goes against what I had just said about not needing other people to read the work, which is part of why I didn't go that route.
Also, I don't know that it's something that could really work in a blog-format. Or at least, not this blog. (heh.) [For those not in the know, I have a secret 'test' blog, wherein I put future-posts and play with HTML and whatnot. I might (might) start working on the Perth story there....]

Huh. And now, I'm all of a sudden thinking of getting all wordy (well, not really wordy, I suppose 'verbose' would be a more accurate phrase) and posting about my mum, and about the time I ran away, and about other personal stuff. Must mean I should take a break from being online. Or that I should do that. But save it for either another entry, or another day when I'm not in the midst of a blog-a-thon.

The last two entries aren't exactly ones that lend themselves to discussing either of the aforementioned personal tales. Although, it's not like I'm talking about conception (in regards to life) in this one. I am talking about conception of ideas (in a very roundabout way), so.um.

Ooh! The season premiere of Everwood is September 15th. That means I can go back to looking for Everwood/Buffyverse connections again. Huzzah!!

Speaking of premieres, when's Alias start up again? It feels like it's been two years since I last saw SpyBarbie and the gang.

Site of the hour - Genius at work.

Track 9: Smile

Wow. I've started this post four different times and each time, it's turned out to be something different.

Even now, though, I can't seem to get past the first few sentences. I just have nothing to say.

I guess this is why so many people have quit after the 8th post. (Well, part of the reason)

Gah. I've spent far too long staring ata blank screen, trying to come up with something (ANYTHING!!) witty to say. And failing.

And now, it's time to hit submit. Wow. Chalk this one up to the "really really crappy" pile. Sorry, folks. I'll try to do better next hour.

Site of the hour - Oddly addictive.

Track 8: Neighborhood

These are the people in your neighborhood. [grin]

Hard to believe I'm 2/3rds of the way done. Doing this certainly does make the day go by quicker. Although I'm still feverish. Which is fun in it's own way. (Note: not fun).

I don't really have anything to say in regard to the title of this one, so instead, I will ramble about...oh, something.

What to say, what to say?

I was thinking of talking Quinn (I've already been doing it in previous entries. Cuz I'm sneaky like that.) But I didn't want to appear monomaniacal. (Heh. Recently learned word!) And also, I'm feverish. So I'll find something else to talk 'bout.

I wanted to do some poetry. But:
nobody reads poetry
b) my poetry is especially bad
3) don't you have to be inspired to write poems? Yeah. And my inspiration is currently ...elsewhere. St. Elsewhere, maybe. Hey! That ties back in to my earlier post about TV Theme songs. I'm all...something.

The other day I was watching someone here at work play Civilization III. Or maybe Age of Empires. In any case, it was one of those computer games where you build a society, and attack the other folks, and spread and conquer and do all that Taker stuff.
Gah. I started with the Quinn talk again!

It looked fun, though.

Well, for a while. Then I was like, man, this could get old pretty quickly. Who knew that playing god was so time consuming? And monotonous.

Two sneezes! Three! Mm. Sickness = enjoyable. I'm being sarcastic, in hopes that it will make my body feel better. It's not working. I'll be sure to let the medical professionals know.

Speaking of professionals, I've not been to the WD today. !!! Freaky. I've been spending the online portions of the day either typing, or reading other blogs, or websurfing in order to provide an entertaining "site of the hour". (I don't yet have one for this hour. Crud.)

What was my point? Oh!! I was going to say that when I had last been at the board, I'd put forth the WD Book Club idea. And it had seemed (then, anyway, who knows 'bout now) to be rather popular. (Duh.) So I think when I go back (either later today, or, more likely, next month), I'll start it up. (Cue Rolling Stones guitar chords in my head)

I think I'll go with Slaughterhouse Five for the first trick. I reread it last month, but I might want to rereread it, if I want to be absolutely current with the discussion group.

Cindy's previous mention of the Book Club Blog was a great one, but that'll require a little more prep work, I think. In other words, I don't think it'll be up for September. But ya never know.

Site of the hour - M-O-O-N. That spells "site of the hour".

Track 7: Desconocido Soy

Esta entrada debe ser interesante. Voy a mecanografiarlo todo en español (con ayuda, por supuesto, de un traductor en línea). Tomé a año del español en High School secundaria, pero, tristemente, recuerdo muy poco. En hecho, mi conocimiento de la lengua española es mucho limitado bonito a lo que puedo tomar de Dora al explorador.

La cosa es, yo tomó a español (y latino, de quien recuerdo incluso menos, Y alemán) porque me forzaron a. Y, por supuesto, ése es porqué recuerdo tan poco de cualesquiera de esas idiomas. No eran importantes para mí, así que no las conservé.

Deseo a veces enseñar a las muchachas un idioma extranjero. Ahora sea el tiempo ideal - el cerebro de un niño tiene ciertas ventanas cuando aprender otra lengua es más fácil. ¿Pero sería importante para ellos? Probablemente no. Por lo menos, no ahora. ¿Pero cuándo consiguen más viejos? Sí. Puedo ver eso.

Significo, cielo sé que quisiera saber una segunda lengua. Especialmente como español llega a ser más y ma's prevelant en América. Por supuesto, se convertirá en quizá eventual una segunda lengua (si no está ya), y quizás las muchachas (y misma) lo tomarán apenas siendo alrededor de él.

¿Y por supuesto, con traducir tecnología, quién necesita realmente aprender otra lengua de todos modos? [lengüeta]

sitio de la hora - Excelente.

Track 6: The Accident

One of those 'unanswerable' questions is about life. Was it an accident, or is there some sort of 'grand design' to it all?

I think that it was serendipitous. I don't know why, exactly. It just seems that any sort of creator ...I don't know. [sigh] I don't want to think about it, really. Instead, I'll offer you another weird theory of mine, that has been brewing in my head recently.

Perhaps the universe goes through reincarnations. It was born (however that happens - Big Bang, or whatever), and it grows and forms itself, and da da da, the eons go by, and life occurs, and da da da, humans come along, and da da da, the universe "dies" (whether by contracting back in on itself, or by burning out, whatever works for ya). And then, somehow, it happens again. (This probably works best with the "contracting" universe idea. That once it contracts back to a small singularity, it re-explodes with another Big Bang.)

Once that happens, it would seem that the universe would be stuck in an endless loop of repeating everything exactly the same. But what if each time it happened, there was some sort of minute change? In popular SciFi stories, sometimes the change would mean that there would be a completly different universe (the multiverse theory). In my theory, there doesn't need to be more than one universe. It's the same universe, just going through different stages of it's life.

And maybe the universes "overlap" each other. This would account for such things as deja vu, psychic phenomenons (predicting the future would really be a glimpse of a universe that had already happened), and maybe "ghosts" as well. I don't know. Just a thought.

I might incorporate it into the ever-elusive Perth story. If I ever write the damn thing. "Who's still working on his masterpiece?" indeed.

Site of the hour - Yikes.

Track 5: Broken Things

So many things are fragile.

Heh. Fraggle. I miss Fraggle Rock. It was good times. Good times.

I downloaded the theme song to Fraggle Rock the other day. Stephanie and I were trying to remember what the Giants were called. I remember "Junior" was the big dumb one that liked (didn't he?) the "Fwaggles" and ...his parents were ...Mom and Pop? Hard to remember. Even though I watched that show religiously.

If I recall, didn't it turn out that Dozers evolved into Fraggles? Dozers were the little construction beings that were constantly working, building structures that were made of some sort of crystal like material that the Fraggles found delicious. The Fraggles would eat the buildings, and the Dozers would happily reconstruct them. I remember hearing (on the show?? or later on?) that some Dozers got lazy, and stopped working, and they became Fraggles. Not exactly evolutionarly truthful, but still kinda funny, if you think about it.

In addition to the Fraggle Rock theme, I've found myself downloading a lot of TV Theme songs lately. Mostly because they're short, and can be downloaded quickly. But I admit, there's another reason. I was going to put them all together into a big CD of TV Theme Songs, and perhaps do a mass CD burning, and send them out to people who wanted them. Because I'm weird, really. Even if I don't do that, I'd still like TV Theme song recommendations. So far I've got:
Fraggle Rock
Buffy
Angel
Saved by the Bell
Spongebob Squarepants
Jem (truly outrageous!!)
The Simpsons

um...I think there are others, but I'm at work, so I can't check for sure. I know I want the Alias theme. (Bawump! bum-da-bum-da-dah!) But I'd like to get some foreign TV shows in there as well, especially if I make the disc for you internet weirdos.

Site of the hour - I toyed with making the link "broken" but meh.

Track 4: Like Humans Do

"There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic. To human behavior."

And really, Bjork, why should there be? We are animals. Do you expect logic in cat behavior? Or in the behavior of salamanders? Or in robots?

Well, okay, in robots.

The thing is, too often we try to separate ourselves from nonhumans. Which is doable, I guess. Because we're different in a lot of ways, but the problem comes when we try to act like we're better simply because we're different.

I'd say that that is "just human nature", but for millions of years, it wasn't. It wasn't until recently (relatively speaking) that we began to act as though humans were the rulers of all around us.

Human. I like that word. I like that animal. (Sometimes.)

What else? I don't remember. I feel like I'm failing at this horribly. [crying] (I used the [crying] icon, because it's comical. The tears are just too dramatic to take seriously, ya know? And I was being ...what's the word? Melodramatic. yeah. Like Humans Do.

Site of the hour - picked semi-randomly.

Track 3: The Great Intoxication

I should be drunk for this one.

Oh well.

This will be my last entry at home. (For a while, anyway.)

I love this song, btw. "Who's still working on his masterpiece?" heh.

Speaking of questions that intrigue and annoy, I still need to type up the September PMQ. September!! Man.

It's funny how many different ways people will find to get high. Paint? I mean, seriously - paint!?!

Speaking of - when I was in junior high school, I thought it would be "witty" for me to snort eraser bits. You know when you erase stuff, and it leaves a little bit of the eraser behind? I lined a lot of those up and tried to inhale them through my nose.

End result? A rather painful headache.

I also used to pretend that if I drank root beer, and consumed M&Ms at the same time, I would get drunk.

I was very much a strange kid.

I guess not much has changed, really.

Well, some stuff has changed. But overall, I'm still crazy after all these years. Or is that still lazy after all these years?

Or perhaps, to make it fit with the title - I'm still hazy after all these beers.

Oy. I think I should apologize to Paul Simon.

Site of the hour - Mmm. Intoxicating.

Track 2: The Revolution

Revolutions never work.

Just look at the word itself. "re" volution.

I'm not sure what "volution" is, but the "re" part certainly means that it's gonna circle back around to where it once was. And that's the problem. "Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss." (heh. "Meet the new Bush. Same as the old Bush.") The reason that revolutions don't work is because they don't get to the root of whatever the revolutionaries are trying to "fix". As long as we keep the underlying system in place, all revolutions are are temporary fixes.

That being said, Revolution X sure was a fun video game. Aerosmith, guns, and CDs. Woo! The white trash in me loved it.

I'd completely forgotten about the game until the other day when we went to the Roller Skating Rink. That place had all the old classics. Revolution X, Road Blasters, Pong. Good times. Good times.

Anywhat, the Beatles asked us, "Ya say ya want a revolution?" And the children of the sixties said, "Yes! We do!" And then it failed. Because there was nothing to take the place of the underlying structure of society as we know it now. (There was, but we didn't know what it was.) Hopefully, when we're asked again (and we will be. Society is cyclical), we'll have an idea of what to replace the current sytems with.

What the hell am I blathering about? [shrug] I dont' know. All I know is I have a fever, and a sore throat. And while this blog-a-thon is going to happen, and is going to be ...fun?...interesting? ...something - this entry wasn't exactly the best one I've written. Oh well.

Site of the hour - I just wish he'd update more often. But I really like his writing.

Track 1: U.B. Jesus

It BEGINS!!!

A few notes. I decided that my way of doing the titles for the blog-a-thon would be to use the names of the tracks from David Byrne's excellent album, "Look Into the Eyeball". Because it has 12 tracks. (Well, 13, I discovered when I went to his website. So maybe you guys will get a "bonus" track as well. Never can tell!)

Anywhat, the entries might have something to do with the titles, might not. You'll have to read to find out!

Also, I'll end each one with a "site of the hour" (despite the fact that I'm going to attempt to post on the half-hours, and that my final post will end up being half an hour into tomorrow. Damn waking up so late!). The "site of the hour" will not necessarily have anything to do with the stuff I'd just talked about either. But sometimes it might.

Okay. All that out of the way, I can actually start this entry. (God, I'm long-winded sometimes.)

I used to believe that people would be happier if, instead of looking to Jesus to be their personal saviour, they would accept themselves as their personal saviour. I still think that there's some truth to that. However, it also reinforces the flaw in religious belief that people require saving at all!!

I had a lot more to say about this issue (I still do, of course.) But it's nearing the 12:30 mark. And looking ahead at the tracks, I see that I can definitely talk religion around tracks 4 or 11. [wink]

I'll sum up by saying that I would probably need to be Jesus in order to catch up on all the blog entries that have been made so far. Jesus!! (heee!!)

Site of the hour - It's the most logical one to start with, no?

Yay, titles!

Beth helped me get them back. Go team Me...rope!

I'm getting all giddy about tomorrow's blog-a-thon. I just hope that when it rolls around, I don't find myself idealess. That would suck.

It's nearly labor day! Or Labor Day, I guess, if you want to be technical about it. [drolleyes] (Hi, Jupe!)

I don't even know what Labor Day is, except that normal folk get the day off, and I get paid overtime for it.

I was going to blog about homelessness, but I find myself not really in the mood to be somber. (heh. If I were mayhem, I'd've said, "...not really in the mood to be sober.")

I've discovered that donuts are the most evil thing in the universe. Shocking, but true.

The fridge from Hell (the one here at work) has decided to start dying. Which means that my dinner is very nearly already room temperature. Yuck. On the plus side, though, that means I don't have to heat it up as long in the microwave!! (Always find the positive, folks.)

Insane idea: Going grocery shopping at midnight. I think we might just do it. No crowds!!

Mother fuck. I'm suddenly hungry like the wolf. Better go eat my already heated up food.

Still no titles.

I'm tired.

I veel like a big blob of blah. Of grey pudding. Of goo of nothingness. Just blah.

I want to sleep. So sleepy.

In positive news, though, the blog-a-thon is in a few days! Yay.

I mean "Yay!" but "Yay." is about all I can muster right now. Yay.

Wel

Doh.

Jupe is awesome. She's totally smarter than books. Soon, I will be more Jupe-like. Which is of the good.

The new number one hit song around here is...catchy. But I'm too embarrased to admit the title. Trust me, you guys are better off not knowing.

The girls just made some corn husk dolls. Nifty!

I have nothing to read. We need to go to the library. Or people need to blog more. Or both.

In conclusion, I am the P@, and I know all there is to know about this topic.

Fuck rules.

This post is odd. I REALLY want to write it, but something is holding me back. When we first got home from the roller skating rink (you can read the positive account of it at The 2 Girls Blog), I was all ready to go. I was angry and righteous and had several of my thoughts well-formed. I opened Blogger, and I stalled.
I started PMing people and chatting with Jupe through AIM. Then I got hungry.

And then whenever I thought about blogging this entry, my stomach would growl. It was truly odd, although slightly interesting, from a psychological standpoint.

I let Stephanie go online, and I ate. When I was done eating, I thought about blogging, and again, my stomach growled. I ate some more, and watched some tv with Saren. Once Stephanie was done, I decided to go on and give writing this entry another chance. I'm typing it now, and while my stomach is still grumbling a bit, I'm doing it. (Of course, I did sit here with a blank screen for at least ten or twenty minutes before hand)

My point in all of this pre-point ramble, is that obviously this issue is big with me, and I'm worried about getting it "just right". (Stupid school induced fear. Well, school and parenting.)

The bottom line of this post will be this sentence. "People matter more than rules."
I will ramble about this for god knows how long, and I'll raise several points about it, but in the end, that's all I'm going to be saying. If you want to stop reading the rest of the entry, you can. Because those five words are the key.

But they're not simple words. Or, apparently, they're not simple words when put in that order.

If you look at any organization (school, religion, politics, pretty much any corporation, governments, along with the way a good many people parent their children) you'll see that the action they convey is the opposite of the mantra I quoted above. These things care more about the rules than the people following them. And it's wrong.

We went roller skating today. It was, in many, many ways a bad experience. (Although Saren was able to overlook the badness, and just (for the most part) have a good time.)
The reason I say it was bad is because while we were skating, the employees who were skating along with us (teens, dressed in referee shirts) kept coming along to anyone who had paused momentarily and said, "You've got to keep skating. You can't stop along the wall!" (In fact, they were very rude about it.) The rules were more important than the people. Who gives a god damn fuck if I stop skating with my three year old daughter for a minute or two to make sure she's okay?

But that's the thing. The rules must be followed, even if the rules don't make sense. Or if a person's happiness be crushed beneath them.

Skating isn't meant to be fun, by god, it's got to be ordered. It's got to have structure. It's got to be disciplined. Everyone must follow the all important rules.
If you allow people to just stop skating, well, hell, you'll have anarchy in a matter of minutes!!

In a lot of ways, our night at the Roller Rink was a microcosm of school. It was supposed to be Family Skating Night from 7pm to 10pm. We started skating at 7. At around 8 or so, they had to "do the Hokey Pokey". (If you were just beginning to enjoy skating, too bad. It was time to do the Hokey Pokey. Dance, or get off the rink.) Once that was completed, it was open skating again.
Shortly after that, though, the announcer came on and forced everyone off the rink so that they could play limbo.
And open skating was interrupted again for races and "pushcart" racing. (Mmmm. Competition. Young kids have to be competitive. Young kids must race against each other for material prizes. Children can't just go to the fucking roller rink and have fun.)
Around 8:45, they instructed everyone to get off except for couples who had to hold hands. Saren and I stayed out there holding hands.
As we were skating, she asked me, "Why do we have to hold hands?" (she had been enjoying the independence of skating alone previously, and wanted to try it some more)
I told her that it was just one of their stupid rules, and we didn't have to. But I kept holding her hand. [/angry at my self]

At 9pm (yes, NINE, despite the fact that the sign said from 7-10), they kicked everyone off who had "rental skates". Grumbling, I returned my skates, and let Saren skate around the rink (alone) one last time. The only other person on the rink was an elderly black man. I wonder how the roller rink manages to stay in business. Of course, if it went out of business, after tonight, I don't think I'd shed any tears.

School, of course, has the same attitude when it comes to rules. The rules are what matter, not the people. The exact opposite of the way that it should be.
It's probably about this time that someone who is in favor of school would say, "But the rules are in place to protect the people."
And I think that that's crap.

The rules are in place to control people. And as long as people continue to value the rules more than each other, they'll continue to do so.

I'm losing my steam, and that's probably okay, because I'm sure most of the P@riots are either shaking their heads sadly, or rolling their eyes, or they've kinda just skimmed this entry anyway, because it's so long and ranty.

That's fine, because this mantra has become the new words I live by. People matter more than rules. It's why we unschool. It's why I dislike religion. It's what I despise about politics, and organizations. It's why I hate wage slavery. And in short, it really is the crux of what's wrong with our society. So I'm sure I'll blog about it again.

If you look around, you'll see it everywhere. (The opposite taking place. Where the rules have become more important than the people.) And once you see it, it should piss you off. And if it pisses off enough people, hopefully (hopefully!!) enough people will realize, "Hey! This is just ...bad." and then we'll stop.

I don't really have a way to wrap this up, so I won't. Instead, I'll simply say it again in hope that it will actually make an impact.

People matter more than rules.

I miss Channy.

She's one of the coolest people in the Unknown Universe, ya know.

I just wish she were able to be online more. The internet is a poorer place in her absence.

My blog is like therapy.

So there's this person over at the WD (quite a few, truth be told) who I admire, and sorta look up to, and wouldn't mind getting to know better.

But I have the distinct impression that this person doesn't like me. We've PMed a few times, and I just have this feeling that PersonX ...I don't know, thinks I'm beneath them.

And in a lot of ways, they're correct in that belief. This person is brighter than I am, more articulate, probably more popular (whatever that means - and it's not really an issue, I was just on a roll). But does that mean that I don't deserve a chance? That this person can't be my friend?

I don't know. Maybe (most likely) it's all in my head, and PersonX likes me just fine. Or maybe that's just the way PersonX is (stand-offish).

The thing that bothers me the most, though is the fact that I care so much. I don't know this person from Adam (or Eve), but the fact that they're denying me attention and friendship (whether in reality, or just in my mind) bugs the tar out of me. And the fact that it bothers me bothers me even more!!

No real point to this post, just sharing my psychosis with the world at large. Enjoy!

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Accomplishments are for losers.

God, I'm hiliarous.

Wow. I've got nothing to blog about. Sheesh. I hope that next week, during the blog-a-thon (heh. I originally typed out "blog-a-thong"), I dont' suffer from this problem.

I want a Pepsi.

Holy sheep!! It's almost September!! Man.

I was watching a baseball game today (I was being paid to watch it) and the following semi-formed thought(s) occured to me. Figured I'd share:

The umpires are shaping the future. They control how future generations will remember this game. If an umpire makes a call that a player struck out, when maybe in reality that player did not (say the ball was not in the strike zone, but the ump said it was), then that is how the game's stats will go down in the books. And in baseball they keep track of everything a player does. (I mean everything) So that call effects the "vaulability" of the player in the future as well.

Kinda powerful.

And then I started thinking about how it's done in society. How what judges say in a court decision effect future generations (as long as they continue to care about the law, that is).

Er...I don't know what I'm blathering about. Ignore me.

The sad thing is, now I'll end up getting baseball ads. Google is so lame-o patame-o sometimes.