Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Milk Thought

While drinking milk and going over pictures of body-modders, a thought occurred. Being judged by an authority is basically everyone's first fear. Being found unworthy goes back to being a kid, with your parents standing watch over your actions. Everyone remembers being terrified of a punishment for an action that was, in retrospect, really nothing.

Is that the drive? A fear of an arch-arbitrator holding you and deciding?

That's it, no more Blood Meridian, it's getting into my head.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Reactions

How much blood must chase blood?
Kissinger is a fucking war criminal, fuck him.

Paranoia Redux

Ah, damnit, everything is shifting. Can't find my stuff...it was right there...wait, no, it's 60 miles away. I could swear I had it in my hand a minute ago. Goddamn it, what's up with my memory? Everything going weird today. Should have a drink, our body is against us today. Just relax, put on duckman, and stay away from reality until this voodoo passes on. Maybe read a bit, assuming the book won't burst into flame.

*puts away lighter*

Now we'll see if that fucking pope is in this. I can see his hat going by the window, oh he thinks he's so sneaky. I'll show him.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Stranger in an Annoying Land

My main quarrel with business language is that it doesn't really justify itself; the only reason it is perpuated is that one must learn it to understand those that we're taught it to understand their predecessors, and so forth. All in an attempt to remove shadow from their words and not get sued. Perhaps an admirable goal, but it's so far up it's own ass that it is prohibiting action that it was supposed to streamline.

Status reports, committees and meetings dedicated to them, meeting about how to run those meetings, regulations for the conduct and process of the meetings, meeting deciding those regulations...they get in the way, wear people out.

The self-congratulatory way these project runners conduct themselves is also annoying. Like we would never get anything done without the processes, that waste would dominate all, entropy prevailing over all. Chaos creates; static process never adapts.

Sure, it helps remove the failures, but it cuts down on the other end too. Excess results in interesting things, not always good, but not always bad. These identical results might be good for prediction and risk management, but advance has never been about uniform results.

Alright, enough snowflake bullshit. I have shit to do. Take it away, Funky. time is too expensive

Bad Habits

I've been using the Internet for a good long time, but I still occasionally enter English phrases into the search bar. It's a bit embarrasing to have stuff like "Yo, fuck centipedes" or "When did chicken get expensive" in there.

To be fair though, not nearly enough people hate centipedes as much as they should. The creepy fuckers have a taste for blood.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Interference

You see: Combover Pony
>give sugarcube
You feed the combover pony some sugarcubes. You gain a new fan!
>fuck yeah
Damn straight.
>pet combover pony
Who's a fuzzy? You are!
>n
You find yourself back in the pit of eternal annoyance.
>use pony on fluorescent light
The pony relieves your suffering by eating the light, as all ponies are want to do. A hole appears in Tony Curtis.
Save Game (Y/N)?

Friday, September 19, 2008

Short

NOT NEARLY ENOUGH NORWEIGAN HIPHOP!
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
BASELINE!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Because I feel too good

Although my current must-see TV list is somewhat mashed together due to technical issues, it occurs to me that I'm tired of people telling me I just have to see some horrific act performed in some damn horror movie. So I think I'll top it, once and for all, and download the three movies that will forever take away any shock I can feel.

Those movies are:
1. Cannibal Holocaust - the classic "documentary"
2. Salo - Re-released for those of us on a budget
3. Swap.avi - just to see if I can join the illustrious ranks of those that can make it through the movie; I already doubt it.

If I successfully make it through all three, then there is no Hostel or Saw that I will ever need to see again just because "this dude totally gets XXXXXXXXX done to his YYYYYYYYY", because I'll have already seen worse, and I will have seen it done to women and children.

Now that's efficiency.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Wanking

Not much nowadays, just listening to the old Pink Floyd collection and fiddling with an old computer. Looks like they just gave an old computer to some kid so they could chat on it. Pretty smart, if a little depressing that that is all that happened on it. Oh well.

I suppose the chance of them having a reunion we're basically nil once Waters went into full on asshole mode, but eh, a couple sets would have been nice. Oh well, still plenty of B-sides and soundtracks I haven't run into the ground, not to mention that I haven't given Barrett's stuff a good shake yet.

Burned off the Big Lebowski for a friend. A crime he hasn't seen it. I couldn't allow such a thing to stand.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

WE INTERUPT THIS IMPORTANT PROGRAM

So the LHC fired up and everyone thinks it went off alright, but I know the truth. go check a golf ball, it's all in the open. Now they have 257 dimples.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN???

you will see such marvelous things

Monday, September 8, 2008

Shoopy

Finally got sane roommates, people who realize the next day comes early, and that food tends to rot when left in a hot garage for weeks. That'll be something.

Stole a grocery cart the other day. going to load it up with old computer waste and take it to the scrapper. It'll be a couple miles, but shouldn't be too bad. The main problem will be going along a main road. I'm going look like the world's most battle ready hobo, or like I'm warcarting.

Man, I haven't done a hidden text in forever. I should invisible a bunch of keywords of my resume. Teach them to just grep shit.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

CHANGE PLACES

*note: slight change of pace*
TIME TO GO DRINK SOME SUNSHINE!!!!
Boy, everything is filled with cotton fuzz today!
Maybe some ice cream! Yeah!!! YEAH!!!!
*back to regular schedule*

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Whilst Stomping

It's kind of a sad comment that 8-6 is becoming the 9-5 cushiness job. Things are getting fucked up.

It's like the brief years in the 90s when wars we're localized and only killed a couple million at a time now need to be paid back with a new Cold War, except slightly more pointless and with even less chance of an end.

Except this time, I think the body count will be a bit larger. The pie is shrinking away quickly; I don't think charity can go much further now.