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lol, srsly?!

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I have to say I’m a late-comer to the whole “lolcat” phenomenon. However, after taking a peek at it and such, I came across this gem: The LOLCat Bible Translation Project. I’m not sure what I’m more amazed at: the concept itself or the fact that there’s actual work being done on it. Talk about revelations, right?

Okay… Stopping all sacrilegious, or otherwise, puns and jokes. I love the world we live in. The possibilities are endlessly surprising and head-shakingly wonderful.

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October 8, 2008 at 11:32 pm

Mario Kart Wii is made for girls.

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Alright, so obviously we have this game. Currently, my wife is in the family room playing, trying to unlock Daisy. It’s a little obsessive, but amusing to observe. One thing I’ve noticed, however, after playing the different incarnations of the Kart series over other gaming platforms, is that girls most often like to turn the controller to move their car… Despite the fact that, in previous days, this would accomplish nothing but looking a little foolish. However! With the advent of the Wii and their control system, it fits in perfectly with the female instinct to move the controller in the manner in which Mario Kart Wii can use. And use well, it seems, for my wife and daughter tend to kick my butt, currently.

Damn you, Nintendo.

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October 8, 2008 at 4:34 am

Keeping Your Guard Up

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Madness lurks around every corner. Any moment could mean stepping from the light of reason into the murky depths of insanity. Aren’t you the least bit curious? What will push you over the edge, or what will make you jump? Do you wake up in your well-ordered universe, seeing nothing to give you worry, to give you pause, to make you shiver? Do you get ready for work, already plotting today’s course along its path back again into sleep? What if something goes wrong? What if events outside your control upset the plan? What if you are forced to wake up and see your life from the outside; put under the microscope of cosmic indifference? Will you hide? Will you cringe? Will you laugh in lunacy? Who will you run to in confession? Who will you turn to for solace? Will you wrap yourself in comfort, reminding yourself of the good moments, the happy thoughts, the innocent nostalgia that says, “If it doesn’t matter so much, at least it will matter to you, in some small way, somewhere?” Sure, there’s nothing to worry about. There are no monsters waiting in the shadows, nothing under the bed. Death doesn’t circle over your head like vultures. You aren’t constantly one step closer to death with every breath you take, every beat of your heart, every thought in your head. It’s not like we started dying the moment we were born. (It’s not like there would be anything meaningful you could do about it, anyway, either.) Put your weary head down on your pillow and release your concerns to the realms of sleep. Things will continue on despite you, perhaps in spite of you. But, really, they can hardly be concerned with you. Is that okay? Are you still special, at least to someone, in some way?

Now, look again. Turn around. What’s stopping you from doing it? Is that really you in the mirror today, brushing your teeth? Has the cosmos set afire a new soul within that meaty vessel? What is going to set you off? What will be your breaking point? Do you have an escape plan now, after all the rationalization is over? Or will you try to go down, guns ablaze, in a torrent of fury and sound…signifying nothing?

Or do you let it go with a chuckle, a shake of the head? That’s crazy-talk. A momentary lapse. Things are right now. Back to normal. Time to get on with the day. What stupid nonsense. Oh well. You have your reasons. We all have our reasons, right? Does the universe need a reason? No time to think about that, now. No time for that. Keep it moving, now. Someone’s taking care of it; it’s no concern of yours. Of course, they’ve got your back, right? Right? Hurry up, or you’ll be late.

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October 1, 2008 at 1:08 pm

Altered States of America

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Lately, though with some decreased regularity which I may need to correct, I’ve been reading a book called “Psychedelic Drugs Reconsidered.” I forget where I picked it up. I think it was at some random book seller somewhere in New Jersey or Philadelphia. Of course, having had some minor experiences in my life with the so-called “drug culture,” I figured that the book might be interesting. It appeared to delve into the drug experience in a rational, scientific manner, which might elucidate the reality of what is really going on.

I am about halfway through, since I’ve only started reading it a few weeks ago, it’s fairly thick, and I also haven’t devoted enough attention to it, I guess, so I cannot give a worthwhile synopsis, yet. I am not really interested in making a book review, either. This post is more for putting forth some thoughts which this book has made into budding form.

The book goes over primarily LSD and related drugs, giving chemical information and notes on physiological and psychological changes in subjects. Besides the “hardcore” scientific facts and reports, they also have a number of testimonials of those under going the effects of the drugs. There are some commonalities in different drugs taken, doses given, and so forth. There are a few salient, interesting points to that. First of all, even undergoing these “trips” most (if not all) subjects realize that they are in the midst of the influence of drugs. Despite that many of those drugs labeled “hallucinogens,” they do not, apparently, produce true hallucinations in that the subject thinks they are real, like a mirage or something. They will understand that much of what they are experiencing is the effects of the drug.

What interests me the most about this is the fact many of these drugs have been used, probably in olden times and in other cultures, for mystical purposes. Many believed they were catalysts for spiritual journies and insights. Many of the subjects in the book experienced a strange “oneness” to existence. A lot of them found new perspectives to their lives and new meanings to things, a depth otherwise unseen before. One question that comes to my mind is: was the experience always there, just waiting for the right catalyst, or was the experience entirely induced because of the drug?

Ultimately, it makes one consider that the brain is quite a strange mechanism in which we observe and interact with our environment. If we introduce chemicals and other changes, we are capable of entirely altering this perception. But what does that mean? Is this just chemical reactions in that squishy matter in our skull, so that if you mix it up and give it some different juice, we’re living in another universe? What’s real then? Do these chemicals simply let down our filters so that in comes an on-rush of sensations and stimuli that we’re suddenly finding ourselves ill-equipped to now sort, categorize, and rationalize?

If we find God in our drug experience, what does that say about God? Did the drug trick us with an illusion, a chemical substitute? Or did the drug melt the veil from our third eye, to see with new sight and a new light? A lot of these drugs are to be found in nature. Are they, like Bill Hicks has said, been put there to help Man to evolve? Give us a little different spin on things, widen our horizons, put things into a different arrangement? If our brains are capable of having these experiences with drugs, is it possible we are able to achieve these states without them? Are the reactions in our brain able to align themselves with their own methods to do this? Are the drugs just the “easy way” already laid out upon the earth for us to “try before we buy” and figure it out for ourselves?

I’m still stuck on finding out what it really means, the depth and breadth of it. And what are we so afraid of in the experience? Where is the taboo? Sure, we can treat the experience with a little reverence and healthy respect, but awe bordering on superstitious fear seems a little much. The drug laws are a whole seperate issue, however, so I’ll let that lie for now. Am I missing out on a piece of reality? I’m I keeping myself mired in mundania by accident or design? I guess we shall see.

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September 30, 2008 at 9:03 pm

Where Our Research Funds Are Going

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Two largest known prime numbers discovered just two weeks apart, one qualifies for $100k prize.

Nerds! Nerds, I say! To further enjoy some of the absurdity to this revelation, please follow the link explaining just what a Mersenne prime is. A number, pretty much, divisable by itself and 1, just done with a pretty-looking formula. They award money for finding this shit out. It keeps those furious brain cells from finding out useful information like cancer cures and eliminating world hunger. Let’s reward trivia! Just turn the damn thing into a game show for math nerds. At least it’d be more entertaining, right?

I guess I just don’t see the functional potential of this discovery. I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m not saying it isn’t interesting, in its fashion. I’m just saying…it really doesn’t seem all that particularly special. At least not worth $100,000. That’s all I’m saying. Maybe.

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September 18, 2008 at 10:14 pm

a line is a series of points

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living
so small
only fitting
a second
at a time

seeing
so little
but ourselves
what else
can we fit?

dying
each second
a second gone
the last
of its kind

making
every moment
worth having
and giving it up
for the next

filling
the space
wasting
our time
dividing
our lives
falling
behind
and forgetting
the rest

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September 15, 2008 at 9:05 pm

Inner Monologue #2

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“So, you’re back again, eh?”

Yep.

“Well, it’s good to know I’m wanted. What seems to be the problem now?”

Not much different than last time, I suppose. If I’m going to try and write anything, I need to figure out what I want to write about, but I can’t.

“That seems pretty stupid. What do you want to write?”

Something that matters, in some way, maybe. It seems sort of pointless to write anything that doesn’t help people in some way.

“You want to become a fucking psychiatrist or something? Did you suddenly become some social icon that shapes culture? What do you really hope to accomplish?”

No need to be so harsh. I just figure it needs to be worthwhile for myself as well as the reader, besides just entertainment. Something with a deeper level. I don’t know.

“Well, Aesop, how do you know your message or whatever hasn’t already been said before? There’s been a lot of smarter and more influential people in the world before you popped out. How do you hope to find your little fucking niche in all that?”

I don’t know; I was hoping you could lend your advice on that there.

“Sorry, bud, but I’m here only to balance out your naive optimism and foolish idealism. The details are all yours to figure out, there.”

Then why the hell did I come to ask you, anyway?

“Perhaps when you figure that out, you’d have gotten the answers you were looking for along with it. Sort of a package deal, eh?”

Maybe.

“In any case, all I can tell you is that you better make up your fucking mind either way. Things won’t sit still for you. If you’re expecting miracles, you obviously live in some other fucking universe. And what’s wrong with writing things for entertainment? When has fun and enjoyment ever been a bad thing? Does everything have to be some sort of lesson or spiritual journey for you? God…get that stick out of your ass and just do something, for once.”

Okay, okay, already!

“Hey, if you wanted some motivation, I’m just trying to give you some, asshole. Now get moving!”

Fine! If only to shut you up for once…

“You know I can’t allow you to get the last word in.”

I know.

“Good.”

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September 15, 2008 at 5:22 pm

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