You too are a hopeless eventualist

The end times are near. The pressure, overbearing at times, is only lessened by the noise of a pin drop or a dangerous ski trip. We're all sweating profusely at the cost of our own sanity. Insanity can be helpful, but never the solution.

The end times are indeed near, at least for the economy and our livelihoods, as we know them. Good riddance I say, times were dark and frightening anyway, only now we have some evidence. $700 billion is a lot of money. Many will dedicate their own lives and their childrens' lives to this cost. Many will perish in the cold. I, for one, have a thick, ultra-insulating jacket with an R-value of 20. Canada is looking warmer everyday. I am imposter scumbag with treason in my heart. I will be taken to Guantanamo probably (60% chance).

I was in Houston last week, and the stench was terrible. More on that later. Currently, the skies there are dark and ominous, and the rats of Enron are still on the prowl with their slicked back hair and smart-ass attitudes. Literally and figuratively, they've brought in a hurricane, the remnants of which it has left will remain for many years. More on that later as well, but you can check this out in the meantime. From my own determination, it is a good sight that explains a lot of different things.

On the horizon

The political pundits are at it now, day in and day out, pushing the same ideals of both political parties at once and making the polarity seem real. Based on the barrage of television and radio ads that I've been attacked with, it appears that the economy is becoming the top issue. Should it be? I guess so. It beats talking about undeveloped fetuses and rules for the homosexuals. The bottom line is that this economic crisis has been contrived, by conservatives, to win the war against abortion and homosexuals. Without cash flow, the plan reads, "fetuses will live and homosexuals will thus no longer wish to get married." The plan goes into more detail than this of course, much of which I can't discuss here, due to respect of the source's anonymity. I should point out though, without fear, that much of this event has to do with Judge Ito, of OJ Simpson fame. Saying any more would put both you and I in a fair bit of danger, so I'll stop now. Getting in the path of an entity with such a bloodlust, in my experience, brings nothing but fear, imposed shame, and occasional hot pipe torture.

you’re a Tony Rutter and a native of 188

The transformation, now 48% complete, was slow and grinding, but surprisingly apparent. His mind, full of newly formed conduits and his mouth filled with medium rare steak, allowed for total absorption of the critical task list. The list had been developed and tested by Sargeant Lanny Pettywhite and incorporated into Master Vergo Leopolto's scheme book. The book read heartily at 418 pages and two appendices, giving it top honors at this years' banquet. Just one last reminder at the end of the year of the program's status. Leopolto brought his fresh and sassy wife, Priscilla, to the mix last year and hot lemon zest was spilled on her toy-sized mini-skirt. Her head stayed just above the waterline.

In theremin dictation, the coherence just isn't available. At least in your mind. In the micro circuits of the computer, complete sense is made at last. The theremin, you see, is a sensitive instrument, especially at level 0, which is the only level I've made available to myself. Going up to even 5 could be disastrous I've been told. Forget about the universe as we know it if 7 is attained.

The experiments have been slow going as of late, and little has been accomplished. Each day I wake up I consider them, but little progress is made. In this world of automation we tend towards becoming automatons, and that's beneficial for certain aspects, but destructive for others.

Oh well, the weather has been fine of late, and the cat seems to find a new box to enter each day. Happy birthday.

New gig, same rock and roll lifestyle

I've done it. I've alterred my residence:



It ain't much, but I call it home.

You know, you cross paths with a lot of different people in your life, usually none of them being Ronnie James Dio. But, much like a rainbow in the dark, that stranger may turn out to be quite consequential in your life. Make sure you make the most of your human contact.

Now, this neighborhood does have less stray chicken bones than the last, but the white folk that inhabit the area are a lot more suspicious of my activities. Rightfully so. Just yesterday, after all, I dismantled an old chiffarobe and disposed of three corpses. Mind your own business. I do.