Thought: Toy Guitar

I think that the Guitar Hero/Rock Band franchise has somewhat revived the band Weezer by putting in some of their older songs.

Damn them.

Still good though. Raining Blood can go get fucked though.

Thought Insomnia

Part of joining society is not turning the less-used parts of your house into a landfill. Mostly because part of being in society is not being regularly attacked by rats. Funny that, not being a damned chud about it.
goddamned fucking roommates

Whiska-Du

HONK!
Someday, I'll get a horn that I can just squeeze whenever. Mostly to punctuate myself, and to announce my presence.
Remember, it's a bad idea to rent furniture. Just buy it used, or save your pennies. You don't really need a big TV.
How could a benevolent god allow this world?
Eastern Europe has serious problems.

Bad command or file name

i live in the court of the crimson king you know

in a democracy people get the government they deserve

fuck you too adlai stevenson

im tired

Bonk

Watched Eraserhead the other night. I agree, meat-body is gross.
The high quantity of subway restaurants in mildly frightening. They do make a tasty sandwich though.
Everyone got their Mad Max guns ready?

Thought: !REVOLUCION!

Most revolutions seem to be touched of when an essential need is lacking to a majority of people. Usually food, although freedom in whatever form it is perceived as is common too. Lately, some have predicted a western overthrow in response to corporate takeover and general government trespasses against "traditional" freedoms. It's not going to happen though.

The "hierarchy of needs" states that after an individual can ensure it's survival, one of it's goals is to attain power or rank, in whatever form it may take. With previous forms of government, social rise was unheard of, with most social groups keeping constant membership, seeing little if any inter-movement. Although fairly untrue under democracy, one does witness that most stay where they we're born. Many are unreasonable: they see ultimate rank as celebrity, which is one-in-a-million. as these freedoms erode though, it is used a pressure valve: one is still free, as one can still get into the media and be famous and live above your starting station. Thus, an encroaching fascism is protected in that the oppressed still think they can escape the boot, or at least join it.

And so, greed is used against it's owner to ensure they are docile.

Thought HR

It seems that the interview process is one based on mutual deception. The interviewers ask various questions, but the preferred answers are only honestly given by arrogant delusionals. Thus the interviewee lies and gives the preferred answer. Any reasonable interviewer knows this is a lie, as they've probably been on the other side of the table, but take the answer anyhow as positive. And thus both advance through the interview; but consciously going through a set form that has little to do with the task at home.

Such is the world I suppose. Everything built on a foundation of bullshit.

Thought Quiet

Always did like William Blake; seemed like a dude who knew how to say something without having to make much sense. Always useful to have around; our language is so damned incomplete when it comes to expressing the abstract profoundity of various aspects of ... things.

I once heard the argument that abstract art was not art at all, that it was the result of mercury poisoning and art critics globbing on to the latest thing. Although there are it's fair share of cynical hoaxers, I think it has it's place. Abstract concepts require abstract representations. Subtlety is needed for the gray areas, as much as definiteness is needed for lines.
the beatles are surprisingly listenable
I should of asked her to draw that gnawing feeling you get at 2 AM when you're anxious and think you should do something because everything seems to have gone wrong, but if you do something it gets worse what are you going to do what are you going to do...
if the doors of perception were cleansed everything
Oh well. She did draw a mean hobo.
would appear to man as it is infinite
The vision of Christ that thou dost see
Is my vision's greatest enemy.

Thought &HffDD56

Pizza is the perfect food, you know. All four food groups represented, highly compact, fairly cheap, edible hot or cold, and absolutely fucking tasty.
windowlicking bastard

Thought $ENERGY_ERROR

I AM A VERY MAJOR MODEL OF...AIRPLANES.
WHEN I GUESS AT JELLYBEANS, THEY JUDGE ME RIGHT BACK. I HATE IT.
LORDY LORDY, I WISH I WAS A MUPPET, THEN THEY WOULD HAVE TO LIKE ME.
I LIKE MY SCOTCH LIKE MY WOMEN, LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT AND WITH A TWIST OF LEMON. LIMES ARE SUPERIOR BUT HAVE INFERIOR MARKETING.
MY SCOTCH IS ALSO TWELVE YEARS OLD
FURBURGER IS AN AMUSING OBSCENITY.
SMURFS ARE ASEXUAL.
I AM THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, THE NOODLES AND THE CHICKEN STOCK.
BEHOLD.

Sayings

Just thinking the other day about expressions. I think these are new:
-as reliable as a used condom
-nuttier than Jimmy Carter's colon

Use them responsibly.

Thought 66753

Many a person has exclaimed that children today have no drive towards getting a job, moving up the ladder, putting in serious effort, and so forth. That they're apathetic jackasses who will never get much out of life because they don't put any in and will reap the whirlwind as a result.

Most of these same people get home every night from 14 hours of working and commuting too tired and angry to interact meaningfully with the people they live with, and bitch endlessly about how shitty their job is, and how stupid their co-workers, bosses, and customers are.

People have trouble with correlation.

Thought Red-Alpha-Alpha

For some reason, I idealize lesbians.

Probably because of the lack of fluid exchange.

Hard to say, really.

MOAR ART!

And this is what i think of the rest of you.
And that's all I'm drawing for now.

Happy DAY!!!!

Look! A self-portrait! Weee!
sorry exegesis went to my head

Making Sense

Many have wondered why certain values are often expressed in the Bible, and may have trouble placing the values with which they are associated. Although outdated now, they are in fact based on kin of an ancient social good, or at least that's my theory. Today, they seem, or are outdated, but they made sense when world population was precisely dick.

Homosexuality: Means they aren't breeding, which means no new children, which means smaller, weaker tribe, which means defeat. Interestingly, theories have arisen that homosexuality arose as sort of an altruistic response, thereby increasing the survival or comfort of existing members. But for conflicting peoples, new soldiers/workers were probably more important than healthier people. Why make them healthy if they're just spear fodder anyhow?

Suicide: It's not only the individual loss of a person, but the emotional impact on survivors that would weaken a group. Grieving people just aren't as productive, especially if they follow suit.
If one is still alive, it doesn't really impact your relations, keeping them going towards the overall welfare of community.

Moderation: Another one I've heard wondered about is where in the bible does it mention to stay away from drugs. Once again, this can be seen from the productivity angle. A drunk/addict not only isn't holding up their end, but is also forcing others to look after them, taking away from their ability to survive and help the group. This also applies if they injure or damage themselves as a result of use, i.e. reduced labour capacity due to reduced lung capacity due to tobacco.

Take it with a grain of salt.
mighty Caesar may patch a wall to keep the wind out

Thought 46#7

One appreciates grace in the same way they appreciate poetry or other art: to make that which is difficult look easy, or at least to do it well. To gain understanding.

The bird flies; it's wings a product of millions of years of physics and adaptation. It flies on quietly without one noticing the strain.
LOAM

Respite in Rural Lands

I have recently become a livestock farmer, and I must say, it's a mixed bag. I've been forced to milk the beasts, which means getting up early daily to make sure the animals don't stress themselves from overflow. The equipment takes some of the stress out of it, but if I had to do it again, I'd probably do something more traditional instead of soy beasts.

What? No, it doesn't come from beans. Then it would be soy juice.
Milk means it comes from an animal, in this case the soy beast. It has 8 teats, in case you we're wondering, arranged like a dog but harder to milk.

Dogs love getting milked.

Thought %^^$

There is no I in team.

There is a me though.

So find your own frigging cheese.

And Now, For Your Reading Pleasure...

I've decided to include my journal. Here you go:

I remember when lemonade was only a nickel a glass. Boy, those we're the days. I used to just drink lemonade and sit on the porch all day, or at least until the house's owners chased me off their porch. Then I'd have no choice but to hop back into my time machine and come back to my home time. I miss the cheap lemonade, but at least we've invented sodomy.

Back in the late 60s after my stint in Vietnam, I became the original manager of Led Zeppelin. Back then, they we're a barbershop quartet.
Talented, but of limited marketibility. You should of heard them.
"I'm BUYing the STAIRway ....to...HEA-VEN". Fortunately, I managed to point them in the right direction before they fired me for embezzeling T-Shirt profits.

In the mid-50s, I decided to use my agricutural skills for my own profit and operated a sugar farm in sunny Cuba. The first couple years we're ideal and filled with profits, cheap rum, and Indonesian slaves. Eventually though, we became overrun with parasitic beetles. Using my quick thinking, I had the workers harvest the beetles. They we're then promptly ground out and sold to the Chinese as an aphrodesiac. They'll pay anything for an erection. The money was great. Unfortunately, Castro came to power at that time and seized all property. I barely made it off the island with the shirt of my back. My slaves we're made
into the human resource department of the government.

I was hired into Vietnam, not enlisted. I was considered support
personnel, so murdering brown children was only a hobby, not an
imperitive. The first couple years, although not pleasent, we're at least engaging. It was a worthwhile challenge fixing the airborne
cavalry, especially the secret types that died off after the Cong
realized they could poison the feed. Anyways, I was forced to desert after accidently decapitating some army personnel. Decapitation is actually cleaning up the term; there was a reason I was referred to as "Head Loaf" when I went to Britain.

Throughout most of the 70s I lived on Gua, which is an island with the unique characteristic of only being 40 feet wide. The nice part about it was that all property was beachfront. It has one export: pen caps, also known as frindles to school age children. Due to my abilty to communicate in English and not through knots like most of the populace, I was made royal diplomat and received guests of state in my luxurious hut. Eventually, I was made UN diplomat and sent to New York, where I quickly disgraced myself in the well-publicized "Leathergate" fiasco. I am permanently exiled from the island. I still smell the plastic fabricators and palm trees in my dreams.

In the late 80s, I had reason to travel to Japan; I beleive it was on business. What I found out was that all foreigners undergo a dramatic change upon arrival into fantastical creatures and anthropomorphic creatures. My travelling companion was turned into a singing bag of rice; another fellow was changed into a ceramic panda. I transformed into a 6 foot diameter golden ball. What proceeded could be described as the typical xenophobic reaction of the locals, and I became trapped in a hedge maze for several months. I was forced to survive on old marshmellows and was chased by ghosts for most of the time. A man sat on a wall and mocked me; he would go on to create Pac-man. I got my revenge upon my escape my eating his dog.

I was employed as a dishwasher sometime in the 1920s, as I have in many time periods; I've always found the work to be steady, as plates always need to be washed. During when of the many sanitation crazes my superiors we're prone to, we fed several chairs into the industrial dishwasher. Upon unloading, the heat of the chairs forced me to fling it across the room. I watched intently as the chair bent slightly from the impact. It was then I came up with the idea for the folding chair. I would have made millions, but FDR stole the idea from me in my sleep.

South America was ripe for exploitation in the 30s, and at the behest of the American Fruit company, I ran a plantation in Venezula. We grew a variety of fruit and sold at cut rate prices by paying the local workers pennies to the dollar. They we're just happy to squeeze the Yanqui for any pocket change we had; it was the tribals we had the most problems with. We we're first to sell the plantation after a series of curses destroyed the profitability of the land and the willingness of our labourers to work. The sky turned yellow, spiders burst out of fruit, and cats screamed day and night in revererance to the wind gods. Sometime after our abandonment, the nearby villages burned it to the ground and salted the land. It was the beginning of the fabled wind deserts. I moved back to Sudbury to wash dishes.

I have nothing to do with the song "Cliffs of Dover". I mention it here because I find it catchy.
Don't judge me. You would have done the same thing if you were a time travelling wizard. Everyone is capable of everything, and as soon as you accept this, you can begin to guard against it.

During my travels, I remember making contact with a Sir Peter Roberts, who had travelled the world fighting the godless hordes in the name of queen and country. Oh, the majesty of his tales! As it turned out though, he was just an opiate addict spinning tales so that he could pay for yet another ride on the dragon. Truly a charlatan.

It is my belief that a sociopath is essentially a human being with all the subtlety and mystery taken away. All of our interactions with other epople are based on essentially selfish motivators, it just more obvious with socios. Think about it. There's no way we can really be together in a mental sense, it's how they make US feel that causes fondness or love. With a sociopath, it's just all there is, no sentimentality about making a connection. All there is is how someone makes you feel. Such is our weakness, that our emotions are simply chemical systems that affect our enjoyment or lack thereof of a situation. That's why I can't wait to be away from this meat prison, and either on to something else
with more promise, or else nothing, unworried about anything ever again.

That would be nice. All I can feel are the walls constructed from my existence, and I want out. They're made of smelly meat.

Woo.

Dessert is Good

People need an authority figure. People want to be frightened of an authority figure. People paint God as scary. Because God is scary and angry, they feel they can be too if they are in authority. People they deal with are taught that authority figures are scary. Repeat. This is why you have problems with this. You associate fear and wrath with a benovlent loving lord. It's also why Spike TV plays CSI 12 hours a day and runs together sequences of attractive women and violence. It's disconcerting.
FUNNEL CAKE
That said, I may need to take down my newspaper. People are getting concerned, and I need that bus pass.