Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Happy Solar Revolution Terra Firma!

Today is the first day of the new year of the Gregorian calendar.

There are 365 days until the next new year.

The world ended 11 days ago.

My birthday is in 12 days.

My next MRI is in 22 days.

Chinese New Year is in 21 days.

The Sol system has revolved around the super-sun at the center of The Milky Way 180 times.

There are 25 Million years left before Sol reaches this point again in The Milky Way.

The last time the Sol system was at this point the dinosaurs were just beginning to populate the earth.

The sun is 4.5 billion years old and it only has 4-5 billion years left. Our sun is middle aged and still has 180 revolutions to go.

Don't put off your dreams. We only have 180 trips around the super-sun before it's all over.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Monkey, Squid, Kangaroo

One of my "up later than I planed" activities is to watch old TV shows I haven't seen in many years. Early in the year I watched the Burning Man episode of Malcolm in the Middle. That sparked, a few months later, a desire to rewatch the entire series.

I am currently on Season 6 and a show opened with the three brothers wrestling on the floor shouting, in turn "monkey!", "squid!", and 'kangaroo!". Malcolm pulls the camera aside, as he's prone to do, and says "I don't know if a monkey could take a squid or a kangaroo in a knife fight, but if I tell them that, we wouldn't have anything to do all day"

Which made me ponder the seemingly rampant online political discussions I've been reading during the latter part of his year. I try to stay out, arguing politics online is exhausting because everyone's always got good intentions and well meanings and so terribly few idea actually turn into something worth reading. In the end everyone has "a good point". If every people in the discussion didn't have "a good point" then the discussion wouldn't be worth having. We all try to never come out and say "you have a good point" because too much flexibility could damage our position so all concessions come at great pain to the concessionary.

But what I think is that it isn't ego, it isn't pride, and it isn't radicalism. It's just if either party conceded the point what in the hell would they have to do all day?

Saturday, March 31, 2012

If I Didn't Have You...

Without question, the most appropriate answer to the question,

"What would I do without you?" is,

"Curl up into a ball and die?"

If you don't understand why that's funny, I'm pretty sure we shouldn't be friends. There is my relationship litmus test. TADA.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Charlies Dickens was an ass

So BIB1 and I got into a discuss about Victorian literature. Specific Dickens whom I hate with all my literary heart.

I read Great Expectations cover to cover TWICE trying to dig out the meaning and the lesson behind the tale. It was an amazing book right up until the end when the benefactor tells the protagonist that he will not be getting the girl, he will not be getting the money, he is a street rat and will never be anything more.

It's like Dickens leads you down the path and just when you see your house, your safe place the place you've been yearning for, like water to a dry man, and then Dickens takes that knife, rams it in your gut and twists.

As the poisonous bile runs into your viscera he tells you that all you love and all you desire will burn and that all your efforts are for nothing.

I know that all things fall into entropy but how do you live a life where your focus is the death and decay of all you want. Yes, we are all ashes and dirt with the desire to return from that dust and that simple state but why in the world can't we imagine and love and hold and forget. Why can't we lie and choose ignorance for short periods of time?

Ignorance may not be a state you should live in constantly and accepting truth is paramount but god damn why can't our imagination sore beyond the limitations of our flesh and blood?

Fuck you Dickens, fuck you for your talent to pull me up to the highest peak and throw me off and never, ever tell me that the journey was worth it. I want to love and forget that one day it will all be silence and darkness. Fuck you for putting chains on the one thing that can transcend life itself, our imaginations. Without it we are just the dust and dirt and I don't want to live as dust and dirt.


Sunday, March 18, 2012

24 hours of Bad Ideas

The bad idea bears got some bad ideas.
They tried some other bad ideas.
They avoided at least 1 bad idea.
They took a walk and found some awesome things, they took them and brought them home.
The bad idea bears have had almost 24 hours of bad ideas.


Thursday, March 15, 2012

In the desert you can remember your name

Social Anxiety is a funny thing unless you have Social Anxiety.

When you hang out with people you don't see often you may periodically struggle for common topics. The interval of this struggle is called the "awkard silence". This gets easier over time but for those of us with Social Anxiety the very first awkward silence makes you want to bolt. Because Social Anxiety amplifies that first awkward silence by 10,000,000. The longer it last the more and more certain you are that you have murdered their puppy, assaulted their grandmother and burned their house to the ground. If it lasts too long Social Anxiety might actually force you to run straight out the door.