Friday, November 21, 2008

"Nuff Said" redux

Celebrity voiceovers.

I've found my calling.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Motor of the World's stopped again

Done with that existential crisis. I don't know why I let my self get like that sometimes, but I sure as heck do, as irrational as it may be.

However, there are pretty big crises going on elsewhere. You know, the resurgence of Communism, the regular warlording in Africa, gay people who complain too much when they don't get their way, Russia's rape of Eastern Europe, fatherless children, people who play class warfare and want my money, people who just don't get that what is mine is mine, and people who want my guns.

Hey! La plus change, la plus même.

I'm reading again. Right now I'm finishing up Mongoose R.I.P. and The Road Ahead. Next on my list is Atlas Shrugged, and I just finished the amazing Obasan. Ongoing things include Riots, U.S.A., Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, and of course, the Book of Mormon.

But the darned pain in my back and knees better go away. I think the back pain is from sitting with crappy posture and I know the knee pain is from whacking my knees on too many fixed objects.

it may sound strange coming from a dude like me, but I hope Western capitalism fails. I love capitalism, but I hate it for the same reason Marx wasn't actually a big fan of Communism. Prophet, but not lover. See, according to Marxist theory, Communism is an intermediate, temporary step on the way to true socialism. That's what Marx really wanted. I feel that the capitalism we have today is flawed. If we could start over, we could rebuild it without all the stupid mandated sharing that goes on. We'd be a bit more like what Adam Smith (who was a way happier, and more successful, dude than Marx) thought we should be like.


Oh, and Jefferson was sort of a dork about that whole Revolution! thing. Why can't people just ignore the government? If it was more inefficient, we could. It's all Congress's fault.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

President Ronald Reagan's Magic (1984 vintage)

I dunno, guys. 93 posts and I'm already feeling like quitting. I'm considering getting out of the blogging game. I've got bigger fish to fry.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Story time (only the coffee remains)

OK, like, I dunno. This is a good story, I guess. I've been considering whether or not I should tell it for a while now.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a girl named Abigail. She had long, dark hair. She liked to tie it up with a long ribbon that was red, white and blue. There was a boy named RT. He was mischievous. He really liked pranks. He went to skool with Abigail every day. I guess we can say that he was sorta friends with her.

One night, RT went to a church thing that was supposed to be fun but wasn't really. It was supposed to be a mock Olympic Games. The kids who went to the church thing were split into teams and made to run various insipid relays. You know, like carry water around in your hands and fill up a bucket.

RT was amazing, even though his arms hurt like heck cos he had gotten a number of injections earlier that day. Or week. I can't remember which. Néanmoins, RT led his team to victory in some dumb game. Since the activity was supposed to be a mock Olympic Games, the awards were mock Olympic Medals. They were made of a red, white, and blue ribbon with chocolates wrapped in shiny foil attached to them. RT ate his nasty truffle (it was actually pretty nasty) and went home. He dropped the ribbon on the floor and went about his business. He got undressed and brushed his teeth and turned on some Queensrÿche. He sat down at his awesome computer and began to interface with the World Wide Web.

He surfed all the usual sites, like Blogger, Wikipedia, TechRepublic, hack_a_day, and deviantArt. After a few hours of knowledge memorization, he began to tire somewhat.

Being mischievous, and loving pranks very much, he looked at the ribbon on the floor next to his guitar and began to formulate a plan. He thought of Abigail, who was his first "friend" on deviantArt. He thought of her dark hair and the ribbons that she loved to wear in them.

He knew what he would do.

He grabbed his very expensive camera and got to work. He laid the ribbon on the floor and took a picture of it next to the toe of his boot (he was kneeling). He uploaded the picture to deviantArt as a scrap and called it "HOSTAGE."

He sent Abigail a "note:"

"I got one of your hair ribbons and I'm holding it hostage!

Look at my scraps. "

Later, he came back to see if she had left some comments or whatever. In the meantime, he took some other ransom-like pictures with the ribbon and uploaded them. But they're not so important, and they only make this dialogue confusing, so...



what do you want? ill give you (almost) anything!!!!

and where did you find it? ive been looking for it! lol"


"It's not like I'm burglarizing your house and stealing things from your room with the pastel-painted walls or anything. (I vaguely remember green.)

Honestly, I never thought this far ahead. I forgot to come up with a ransom. I'll try to figure something out soon."


" RT. just wow.

hahahhahha im not too sure i know exactly what to say to that. hahahah

okay. please let me know what i have to do to get that cheer ribbon back. lol . lots of memories there. tehe"



btw was I right about the green paint?"


"indeed yu were"


"Awesome! And I'm still working on what I could possibly want that only you could give me. I'm totally open to suggestions."


"lol. ill give you Melora." (remember that was HER idea)


"That would make me very happy, but how would she feel?"


"im not really sure..."


"Yeah, I've got a feeling it wouldn't be a super-good idea."

And that's pretty much where they both forgot about it for a while. But RT still thinks about it sometimes. And Abigail may or may not, but it appears that she never realized that RT didn't actually steal her ribbon.

I dunno. Like I said, it's sort of an interesting story. And seriously, is she ever going to figure out that I don't actually have her ribbon? Considering the way she's talked to me elsewhere, it seems like it's pretty important to her. Sentimental value and all that. I don't really know what to do about it. Tell her? If so, how? And how long should I let this go on? What if somebody really did steal her ribbon at the same time that I claimed to? Cos I really like my ribbon and I'd sort of hate to have to give it to her cos I feel sorry for her or something.

(btw, the title of this post is from a Trout Fishing in America song.)