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Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
8:15 pm	My Hobby Writing polite responses to public bathroom graffiti. "Call ###-#### for a good time." "No thank you." (Comment on this)
Friday, July 3rd, 2009
5:27 pm	Random Thought of the Second Well, I can't set off fireworks this weekend because of high fire risk and concordant bans. How am I supposed to celebrate Independence Day without indulging the quintessential American pastime of blowin' stuff up? (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 29th, 2009
8:18 pm	Random Thought of the Second Mnemonics are strange things. I realised today I can perfectly recall the Quadratic equation (-b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4ac all over 2a) but can't remotely recall what it's for. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 27th, 2009
3:23 pm	Random Quote of the Day "You're the one who always says there's always a way." "Yes, there is always a way. But that doesn't mean we have the resources to use it, or the wits to see it, or the will to pay the price." (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 25th, 2009
5:52 pm	Random Thought of the Second It shouldn't be possible to get 1st degree burns from a steering wheel. And I was parked in the shade! (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 15th, 2009
9:15 pm	Random Thought of the Second Perhaps too much of my exploration is, proportionally speaking, external. (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 14th, 2009
10:53 pm	Random Thought of the Second There doesn't seem to be a dating site catering to monosexuals. Damn. (Comment on this)
Friday, June 12th, 2009
8:22 pm	Other Random Quote of the Day "Why the hell are you grinning at a time like this?!" "What the hell else am I supposed to do?" (Comment on this)
7:35 pm	Random Quote of the Day "What's your name?" "You can call me Puddin'." "Can I assume the last name is 'Tame'?" "No, it's Clark, and I resent the implication. (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 11th, 2009
7:03 pm	Random Thought of the Second I need a cool pseudonym, methinks. But the best I've been able to come up with is "Ardumon Zenith." I think it needs work. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 10th, 2009
5:05 pm	Random Quote of the Day "You never know when someone is going to grab a gun and do something inappropriate with it." -Michael Bloomberg (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 6th, 2009
3:15 pm	Dream Controlling That couldn't have worked better if I'd planned it. By reading a Discworld book and watching an interview with Terry Pratchett right before going to bed, I managed to dream of having a conversation with him. Sadly, I don't remember anything that was said. Mainly I remember bopping around to different coffee shops to talk in and, along the way, continuously finding myself on the wrong side of the road. Terry and I were in different cars, and he, who was driving himself contrary to all reason, kept going down the left side of the highway because being British that's what he's used to. And I, like an idiot, kept following him only to madly rush back onto the right side when I saw the oncoming traffic. At some point toward the end, Terry became his granddaughter, Jackson, which is a really odd name for a girl. And at some point, I realized Jackson was really Irana. She was wearing jewlery, which I've imagined but never seen before, and had her hair curled or permed or something. I like it. (Comment on this)
Friday, June 5th, 2009
8:04 pm	Random Thought of the Second Heard today that David Carradine died, and after hearing some details (which aren't necessarily worth knowing), it occurred to me- A good benchmark of true old age is this: A person can be considered truly "old" when, if they were to die, people would no longer bother to ask how. (Comment on this)
6:11 pm	Random Thought of the Second Do people scat differently in other languages? (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 4th, 2009
12:26 am	This week's lesson seems to be: it doesn't matter so much when you go to bed as what your attitude is about it. Without fail this week, I've shut up an hour or two later than I really should have, but because I've been winding down at a natural pace rather than trying to conform to a rigid bedtime schedule, and because I've assured myself I could take a nap the following day if needed, I've been able to drift into sleep much more naturally and quickly, and thus have actually been more rested than usual. At least, that's my impression. I may be getting false results from all the caffeine. I need to cut back down on that and see what happens. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 1st, 2009
10:26 pm	Random Thought of the Second Always I feel like I'm waiting for something. It's not procrastination, some part of my mind insists, it's just too early to act. If I don't hurry, I'll be too late. I've only got 200 years to live. (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 30th, 2009
12:44 am	Driven to drink Tonight I drank ethanol alcohol in significant amounts for the first and probably only time. My purpose was for what I called a "social experiment," the idea being to get a better idea of standard human behavior in this society and the reasons that drive it: Things I learned about society: I still don't get why people drink. I get why they go to bars: the chance to mingle, mainly to the end of hooking up and getting laid, a pursuit I understand on a philosophical level if not a personal one. Still, the social potential of the bar setting is very effective. I'd like to try it again, but sober, certainly. Things I learned about myself: I'm a happy drunk. This is worth knowing. Things I would roll my eyes at normally had me giggling. I smiled at everyone, often with no provocation. Alcohol tastes exactly like Novocaine feels. I don't like it. The drinks would all taste great if the alcohol were removed. The first thing that happened when the chemical hit my system was that I lost the ability to tell what was going on behind me. Later, my motor skills increasingly failed, starting with balance and ending with fine muscle control such as facial expression and the complex moves required to speak intelligibly. I felt like I was in a tunnel that extended just to the edges of my vision, and I was clueless about everything beyond that. As I drank more, the tunnel shrank, but only slightly, either because of my body's resistance or my own resistance to drink excessively. I found that I did get one benefit from the process: an excuse. If people found my behaviour odd, I could blame the drink. This encouraged me to act in a more outlandish manner, using very obscure and verbose language; my speech moved in closer step with my thought. I expected this to happen, and actually it didn't happen to the degree that I hoped. I had the mental image at one point of there being layers of cognitive functioning. At the center was the core, the pure essence of thought, and the successive layers were levels of restraint built to protect one's true self from the outside world. The alcohol gradually broke those layers down, one by one. No matter how impaired my particular brain functions were, it seemed like my consciousness and its predelictions were unaffected. I didn't test this, but probably the sufficient amount to reach the core level would be fatal or nearly so. The bottom line: neither the taste of inebriant beverages nor their effects (in moderation) are nearly as bad as I'd always imagined them. Nevertheless, they don't give my the slightest incentive to continue experiencing them. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 29th, 2009
1:07 am	Random Thought of the Second I was watching a bird fly today, and I noticed they don't actually fly very fast. Nor are they very graceful. They basically claw through the air by means of sheer frenetic effort. I remembered that birds never fly farther than absolutely necessary, flitting briskly from one perch to another, because a sustained airborne state is too exhausting. I'm reminded in turn of Wolfwood, who said that while we ground-bourne humans envy those gifted with flight, the wind-swept birds desire only a reliable shelter and regular meals, and would gladly trade their freedom for a cage that offers such. Flight, perhaps, is overrated. (Comment on this)
Friday, May 22nd, 2009
1:48 am	Ruminating Regarding leitmotifs... Thinking about my Opus Magnum, I decided that each major character should be represented by an instrument, so that they can have a range of associated songs to fit their mood and state in the plot. For the three principals, these instruments need to complement so their leitmotifs can be interleaved. For the innocent, "superego" character, I originally thought a flute, but now I'm pretty much sold on the cello, because it can convey both purity and deeper, darker emotional forces which she also has to contend with. For the wild, "id" character, I considered the electric guitar, but now I quite like the potential of the Spanish guitar. Not sure how well this will mesh with the other one. Now, with the third character, the stable, "ego" type fighter, I'm a little stuck. I like the idea of something percussive, but can't decide on an instrument. Probably something more exotic than a snare, but that's all I can think of. I like the Japanese bamboo thing, whatever it's called, but it only seems to play one note, which is way too narrow a range for the character. Then there's the villain and his posse. What suits a demon? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 18th, 2009
8:35 pm	Random Thought of the Second It has been pointed out to me that there are more birthdays in the summer than the winter. I conclude that this results from general increased human sexual activity during winter months, presumably to keep warm. (1 Comment |Comment on this)