I will do something that seems stupid and irrational, but have no fear, it is well planned out.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Hey Dad
Hey Dad,
You need to chill out, because right now you're giving off the vibe of a terrible person. I can't listen to anything you say, because ten minutes later you're blatantly ignoring what you just said or shit-talking everyone that does not share your "perfect" image, and as it turns out, my love for the family is larger than my love for you, so when you talk about "how fucking selfish" we all are, that's a personal insult. For one thing, you're near-OCD makes you organize everything in a way that it's not actually usable. Then when someone, I dunno, uses said item, and puts it back in a convenient place, you go on a 30 minute rant about how nobody in the house cares for anyone else, and how we're all so selfish and "pieces of shit". Dad, no one in the house cares about how the mustard shelf is organized, and we would find the baloney if you just left it alone. You demanding that everyone who isn't perfect like you spend their time just to please you isn't us being selfish, it's you.
I can't count how many times that I've heard you say that it's not your job to pass judgement on people, and that judging people is wrong. But hey, coming downstairs everyday to hear you yelling about how much mom is a "selfish bitch" really helps me value your opinion, and complaining about how everyone else you have to deal with so obscenely ignorant that they shouldn't be able to tie their shoes makes you seem the bigger man. Yep, going and criticizing everyone around you, including me, sure helps build my respect for you, no question there.
You need to chill out, because right now you're giving off the vibe of a terrible person. I can't listen to anything you say, because ten minutes later you're blatantly ignoring what you just said or shit-talking everyone that does not share your "perfect" image, and as it turns out, my love for the family is larger than my love for you, so when you talk about "how fucking selfish" we all are, that's a personal insult. For one thing, you're near-OCD makes you organize everything in a way that it's not actually usable. Then when someone, I dunno, uses said item, and puts it back in a convenient place, you go on a 30 minute rant about how nobody in the house cares for anyone else, and how we're all so selfish and "pieces of shit". Dad, no one in the house cares about how the mustard shelf is organized, and we would find the baloney if you just left it alone. You demanding that everyone who isn't perfect like you spend their time just to please you isn't us being selfish, it's you.
I can't count how many times that I've heard you say that it's not your job to pass judgement on people, and that judging people is wrong. But hey, coming downstairs everyday to hear you yelling about how much mom is a "selfish bitch" really helps me value your opinion, and complaining about how everyone else you have to deal with so obscenely ignorant that they shouldn't be able to tie their shoes makes you seem the bigger man. Yep, going and criticizing everyone around you, including me, sure helps build my respect for you, no question there.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
My Bike Lock Just Growled at Me
I got a new bike lock, 20 mm Thick, 3 and a half feet long, nearly five pounds. It is terrifying. I unlocked it, and it just sprang out of my hands, and tried to break my nose, twice. It just looks angry to be coiled up, like a rattlesnake ready to strike. If you don't believe me, here's some pictures:
I just hope thieves are as scared as I am.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
This and That, but Mostly This
Red hair is (to my knowledge) the most vibrant mammal hair can get, color-wise, there's no blue deer or pink cattle, so I am confident in that statement. But, I also think that it's really weird how humans have basically the entire range of mammal hair color, in our one species. We have every shade from flaming orange to jet black, and it all fades to grey and white given enough time. But no other animals have that variation, except I suppose cats and dogs. You don't see grizzly bears with black hair, and you don't see brown orangutans. Yet humans go and take up the entire spectrum, that is pretty neat.
Here is why I don't like Marijuana. First off, I have never smoked it, and don't plan to, partially because West Point is pretty high up on my college list, and partially because I have my life fairly well mapped out, and drugs don't have a place in there. That said, I don't have anything against anyone who smokes, at least based off of them smoking. It isn't my place to pass judgement on whether or not a person does or not. That said, mos of the people I know who do copious quantities are assholes, and I have a thing against that. I suppose that it boils down to what they do when high. Carl Sagan himself acknowledged that it opened your mind (He's said a lot to that effect), and in turn made you more creative, so why would you waste that extra mental energy sitting, eating, and watching TV? It's like carbo-loading for a marathon, but then sleeping all day, it's just counter-intuitive. You could make fantastic things, but you just ignore the possibility. I suppose that's what angers me most, although I have noticed that the people that do pot do it mostly to look cool, and aren't the most creative folks to begin with, at least with respect to art and creating things. There are many ways to make yourself look cool, and most involve more creativity than buying drugs. I guess it all roots down to my belief that the only way to show that the system hasn't squeezed the life out of you and made you into sheeple is by going and doing something, and making, creating, writing. Even further, I guess that I believe that sentience really lies in an ability to create, not just fill a mold with learnt words. And that's why I don't like Marijuana.
Woo! Pictures!
Here is why I don't like Marijuana. First off, I have never smoked it, and don't plan to, partially because West Point is pretty high up on my college list, and partially because I have my life fairly well mapped out, and drugs don't have a place in there. That said, I don't have anything against anyone who smokes, at least based off of them smoking. It isn't my place to pass judgement on whether or not a person does or not. That said, mos of the people I know who do copious quantities are assholes, and I have a thing against that. I suppose that it boils down to what they do when high. Carl Sagan himself acknowledged that it opened your mind (He's said a lot to that effect), and in turn made you more creative, so why would you waste that extra mental energy sitting, eating, and watching TV? It's like carbo-loading for a marathon, but then sleeping all day, it's just counter-intuitive. You could make fantastic things, but you just ignore the possibility. I suppose that's what angers me most, although I have noticed that the people that do pot do it mostly to look cool, and aren't the most creative folks to begin with, at least with respect to art and creating things. There are many ways to make yourself look cool, and most involve more creativity than buying drugs. I guess it all roots down to my belief that the only way to show that the system hasn't squeezed the life out of you and made you into sheeple is by going and doing something, and making, creating, writing. Even further, I guess that I believe that sentience really lies in an ability to create, not just fill a mold with learnt words. And that's why I don't like Marijuana.
Woo! Pictures!
It's Difficult to see, but there's a contact lens placed over the lens of my camera. I thought I could get some really neat pictures, Alas, not so much. |
Damn! It's sideways, but this was taking with a contact lens. Not super cool as expected. |
He's less blue in this picture than the other one. |
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Here's To You Ms. Robinson
At lack of anything better to post, here's a recap of my past week, in BULLET FORM!
- I got the Forrest Gump soundtrack on cassette.
- I crawled through a half mile of pitch-black tunnels with no light at all.
- I found a super duper awesome park!
- Climbed a tree
- Had a pretty good time, while feeling fairly mediocre.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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