April 11th, 2002

Wonderfalls Flamingos


I'd like to live alone,
but it's crowded inside, sometimes-
Look right into another's eye
I thought I could fly,
but that has been done before.
I'm feeling empty - empty inside
A life I never knew, a room without a view,
My life begins anew, my life it ends anew
It's like I've never never never never never been here before
--- Never,
Gravity Kills

Remember - when your body tells you to stay awake some more, that 3:00 in the morning isn't too late, that's when you swat it to the ground. Just swat it to the ground. I saw the following quote in the discussion about robots cheering up the elderly - I think it's funny, but it's also disturbingly close to the mindset of some of the people who work at the nursing home in my hometown:

"Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use."

-Homer Simpson

Now I have to eat, finish writing exercises, and combinatorics homework. Yippy skippy.

PS - (for bonus points) - When somebody asks you to fill in the song lyric for " Who loves you? And who do you love? WHO LOVES YOU? AND WHO DO YOU LOVE? < insert something here >", the answer is "The Messiah, The Messiah" .

Wonderfalls Flamingos

"Laundry Time"

You know, it's like Burger Time, only in stunning, like-like color. With laundry. Or something

This next part is for the mostly non-Slashdot crowd out there, who are used to LiveJournal and know me in real life. For the most part, I write stupid things about my stupid life, and people refuse to suspend their disbelief long enough to participate in my grand experiment. This isn't a journal, or a diary - it's a place to talk to me without me being there. Talk to me with only words - I can't even see a silly little avatar to tell me who you are. And if you don't have a Slashdot Id, everything will be posted under Anonymous Coward until you make one. It shouldn't take too long to think of even the lamest thing to say - I mean, it's not like I intend this to be the Vienna Circle or anything (not even the Warren Ellis forum, for crying out loud). I mean, have you seen the articles on the front page? There are people out there who aren't even talking about ANYTHING! The biggest reason I started this is because I don't see people enough, because I have work to do. Lots of it. And even if I wanted to see everybody in person, I couldn't. All I want you to do is talk to me. The written medium is different - it's for different things. Sign posts if you want to. Keep me guessing. Pharsh.

For those of you who hate the computer stuff, (which is my main reason for bitching on Any Given Day &trademark ), notice the new feature I've hand-coded in the sample paragraph below:

< AGAIN WITH THE COMPUTER STUFF > Speaking of bad graphics, Slivey was trying to play some games on the new laptop (T-PBook with YellowDawg on it), and you know what? 8-bit graphics at resolutions greater than 800x600 look REALLY BAD. He was playing (x)kTaipei (or MahJongh, sorry if my inability to spell the game I grew up thinking was "Taipei" is wrong), and he kept failing because he couldn't tell the difference between any of the tiles. So, here's a prayer to the ATI Mobility 6 xfree86 driver developers for divine inspiration and a steady hand. < END COMPUTER STUFF >

Come to think of it, I'm not doing laundry tonight. I'm doing it tomorrow, when I don't have to sleep. I can sleep on a bed with no sheets again - it's actually okay if you just wear a bathrobe and stuff.

This neurotic pursuit of sanity is driving us all crazy.

Half of being smart is knowing what you're dumb at.

Reality can be useful.
--- Selected Sayings of Solomon Short (aka Robert Heinlein)