maybe later

NewAtlantis

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 19:30:38 GMT

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[02:47] daraknor1: The major motivation at this point is creating a society that is sustainable and can endure a 'crash scenario'
[02:48] daraknor1: One of my flaws is not writing enough, and so I've been attempting to correct that but my time is extremely limited :/ The main resources at this point are sustainametric.blogspot.com and scrifoundation.org

[02:52] daraknor1: NewAtlantis was an attempt at NationBuilding, but after reading the UN regulations, Law of the Sea, and several agreements regarding Exclusive Economic Zones and Declared Territory, there was simply too much momentum against starting new nations
[02:53] daraknor1: I have a few tricks that might be possible to pull, but they either require A) an island nation really liking us. B) a prototype built, tested, and found extremely durable or C) several hundred thousand dollars
[02:54] daraknor1: Of these options, all three were furthered by establishing communities and potentially cities first
[02:54] daraknor1: so, i moved the target down a notch ;)

[02:55] daraknor1: I'm a libertarian and thought the FSP was a very good token but falls short on a few concepts... and falls flat on implementation (the FBI and IRS have big guns)
[02:56] daraknor1: i mean... they gave the IRS assault shotguns. Accountant or Merc?
[02:57] daraknor1: before 9/11 I had written up a list of 12 things. I called it the "Untied State of America" and it was a list of things I wanted to change/ call attention to in order to create impetus for change.
[02:57] daraknor1: after 9/11 I tore it up
[02:58] daraknor1: I became convinced of two things: No matter how hard I push for freedom in the US the powers that be are well stacked and well entrenched against me
[02:58] daraknor1: 2) The average person isn't ready and doesn't want freedom.
[02:58] daraknor1: The exceptional people are crushed without it
[02:59] daraknor1: Everything that is really great and inspiring is created by the individual who can labor in freedom.
Albert Einstein
[03:00] daraknor1: So... I attempt to make a place that the Exceptional people are fostered and not crushed into wage slaves or medicated
[03:00] daraknor1: I keep finding geniuses on antidepressants :(
[03:01] daraknor1: I want to give them the freedom, give them the tools, give them the time to create as they like
[03:01] daraknor1: a few restrictions of course, similar to Heinlein's writings of enlightened/mature societies

[03:02] daraknor1: a sample detail: a separation between social rules and legal rules. Society enforces social/moral rules and law/force protect the legal status and rights
[03:03] daraknor1: one way to limit the perversion and pervasiveness of lawyers/contracts and to combat corporate feudalism is to create a set of standardized contracts that are essentially templates with fill in the blanks.
[03:04] daraknor1: The courts would only rule and enforce civic contracts that came from the approved standardized templates.
[03:04] kizmahas: may I share this dialog with a like-minded friend?
[03:04] daraknor1: you can sign anything, but it is up to arbitration or social rules to enforce it
[03:04] daraknor1: by all means, please do
[03:06] daraknor1: In regard to privacy in financial matters, I designed a cryptographic currency that protects identity and privacy completely - and you can safely engage in transactions with an untrusted party. If you engage in transactions with someone you do trust, you can skip verification and the transaction fee (a fixed rate based on processing power required)
[03:08] daraknor1: i sat down and looked at the tools I had. A meeting of minds formulated goals and the best way to achieve them. We collectively decided that a defensible city would be effective in accomplishing goals within budget - and freeing us from the wage slavery conditions, time sinks and money sinks.
[03:09] daraknor1: so, in the next 2-4 months I'm going to solicit several different governments for the right to create a city. Costa Rica, Brazil and Chile are the top 3, in that order at this point.
[03:10] daraknor1: there are a few selling points, and a few requests. One of the mandatory requirements depends on the exact legal proceedings in the area, but our own police in the form of militia (per heinlein's Citizen militia) would be one of them.
[03:11] daraknor1: another request would be no income/property/sales tax. Our taxes would be limited to import duties only.
[03:12] daraknor1: third would be a no build zone in a 10:1 ratio in each direction around the city. We would declare permanent city borders, and enforce a no build zone beyond those borders. A city of 1km x 1km would have borders of 10km x 10km. This would be pristine natural areas with trails.
[03:13] daraknor1: The selling points to the government: jobs, currency stabilization, refugee locations, valuable exports and a low cost sustainability model
[03:15] daraknor1: then we hang out together writing code, building prototypes, licensing schematics and selling web based services ... along with the licensing of the materials/design for building similar cities

[03:17] daraknor1: Costa Rica is first choice because they are much more literate than the US, have lowest threat of violence nationally, low cost.. .and we don't need to buy the land. [Offline Message (Tue Oct 31 03:17:49 2006)]
[03:19] kizmahas: are you mainly looking for people who can contribute to the programming/ engineering aspects? At least initially?
[03:20] daraknor1: high level concepts: freedom oriented, no cost minimalist living, open access to resources, modular construction, minimalist government, reward based on contribution (permanent share of income from business)
[03:20] daraknor1: yes! that is what I need most :(
[03:22] daraknor1: The big 'stuck spots' that need leverage applied are CAD designs of specific construction materials, someone to take those CAD designs and find off the shelf parts, someone who knows a bit about manufacturing parts we can't buy (alternatives or techniques for injection molding, standard sheet metal construction etc)
[03:22] daraknor1: we need both high voltage and low voltage electrical engineers for different projects
[03:23] daraknor1: there isn't a show stopper on programming at this point, but I have a list of about 20-40 software projects to write/start. I think 1-3 would be best done before community and the rest can wait until after it is started
[03:24] daraknor1: some PHP, some C/C++, some nasty big number math optimizations for crypto currency
[03:25] daraknor1: umm... CAD :-D
[03:26] daraknor1: after we get at least * a house * in the country of our choice: welding, soldering, EE, architect, civil engineers
[03:27] daraknor1: Civil Engineering/Architect would be nice now, but fuzzy numbers are viable for now (not a show stopper but it would remove some duplication of work done)
[03:28] daraknor1: i have about 5 prototypes I'd like to build before we break ground on the city.
[03:28] daraknor1: i might have missed something since my head is swimming in details

[03:57] daraknor1: i found that people seemed to be willing to join at different times. The first 100 early adopters generally didn't have any student loans, mortgage or children. The second group of 100-1000 was more general "wanting to have a better future for their kids" or ideals that meshed well, and then comes the people who want a stable environment now firmly rooted in the ground. They like the idea, but don't want to risk a lot.

(Sorry for any lack of continuity. I removed parts of the conversation that were not necessary for relaying his plan.)

I know what I want for Christmas.

Sun, 22 Oct 2006 20:06:15 GMT

Rappin Granny Rides Sybian

Sex for Money poll

Mon, 22 May 2006 22:34:56 GMT

I'm curious.
Care to weigh in?

I needed a little vacation anyway.

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 12:51:18 GMT

I started working nights at the hospital about a month ago, the 7pm to 7:30am shift, and had been making the 5-mile-each-way commute to work by bicycle for a while now.

Last Tuesday morning I was riding home from work when I was hit by a truck at the intersection of Fillmore and Nevada. The driver ran a red light and came at me from the left too quickly for me to move out of his way.

I don’t remember much after that, just brief pain, and a slow-motion sense of spinning through air before everything muffled into darkness; but the police officer who spoke to me later gave me details from witness accounts. The driver was speeding, and didn’t slow down before he hit me. I bounced onto the hood of his truck and busted through his windshield with... my head, apparently. He carried me on his hood a short ways east down Fillmore, was finally able to stop, and I rolled off the truck into the street.

I came to face up and tried to turn onto my side so I could crawl out of the street, but I couldn’t feel my left leg, and the rest of my body wasn’t cooperating much, either. The thought that I could be badly hurt crossed my mind, followed by "that fucker. He’s not getting away with this." I saw him briefly, a middle-aged Hispanic man with a horrified look on his face (so horrified, I actually felt sorry for him), and I *knew* he was going to flee the scene. I had just enough time to read his license plate number, which I repeated over and over in my head as he steered around me and drove away. Seconds later, the faces of concerned folk began crowding over me, and I kept saying the number until someone repeated it back and assured me that it was written down. Things went a bit a fuzzy.

One of the men in the crowd told me he was an off-duty emt, and instructed that I not move. That sounded like a grand idea. Several people were asking me questions, trying to keep me awake and make sure my brain wasn’t too scrambled. It was difficult to answer, as I was not completely in my body at that time, and the voice answering for me was frustratingly weak.

Helpful Bystander: What’s your name, dear?
me: Marji. Marji _____.
Helpful Bystander:Marcy Freeman?
me:(repeating name and spelling it out emphatically)
Helpful Bystander: Marty Seemouth. Got it.
me: (rolling eyes before fading out again)

Both firemen and paramedics arrived. They braced my neck, and started cutting off clothing to see how badly I was injured. All those cute young guys gathering around and removing my clothes made my vanity kick in; I told them I was embarrassed that I hadn’t shaved my legs recently. "That’s ok," one of the guys said. "Neither have I."

At some point the right side of my body started shaking, and I worried for a moment that it might be caused by the injury to the left side of my head. I didn’t feel the chill of lying in a cold, damp street with much of my clothing removed, but it must have been a combination of that and adrenaline. I guess the left side of my body had decided it was stunned and hurting enough to pass on tremor duty.

After determining that my body was reasonably intact, the Cutie Crew pulled me onto a stretcher, strapped me down, and loaded me into the ambulance; and about an hour after leaving work, I was headed back to the hospital. A paramedic spent the entire trip poking holes in both of my arms in a futile attempt to start an IV. The bumpy ride and my rolling veins mocked him, and he seemed so intent and serious I couldn’t help but laugh. It hurt to laugh.

By the time they parked me in my own little curtained corner of the emergency department, some of my dreamlike detachment had faded, and I could FEEL my leg. It kinda felt like it had been hit by a truck. I was swelling up a lot and turning lovely shades of blue and purple in various places, but nothing felt broken. I told the doctor this when he came in. After examining me he decided to go ahead and order a gazillion x-rays of most of my body anyway, along with a CT scan of my head to check for brain hemorrhage. (But Doc. Really. I’m a little off even on a good day.)

Before they wheeled me out on the gurney, I grabbed a nurse and told her that someone needed to call my husband and let him know where I was, and that I was ok. I asked her to call our home number first, and then try his cell. Instead, she just called his cell number and left a message.

After I had been irradiated enough to give my bones a nice, healthy tan, I was returned to the Emergency Department. The police officer who came to see me was surprised to find me there, he said. After interviewing witnesses, he was sure I’d be in the critical care unit. The accident must’ve looked pretty impressive. Oh, how I wish I had video. He told me that they found the truck abandoned in an alley, and the plates did not match the vehicle. He also said they’d keep me updated, but I’m not optimistic about them finding the driver.

Meanwhile, Steve had woken up to get ready for work, saw that I wasn’t home and hadn’t called, and became alarmed. His sweetly irrational response was to go walking down the street looking for me, and during his search he heard his phone beep, notifying him of the ED nurse’s voicemail. I think I called him as he was rushing to the hospital.

It was weird playing the role of patient at my hospital. So many people recognized me, and gave me extra care and attention simply because I was one of their own. Staff from my unit had heard about what happened, and they kept coming down to check on me; it made me feel loved. An elderly hospital volunteer even visited with us for a while, and entertained me with the kind of simple magic tricks that are designed for small children, and people who are suffering from head injuries. Steve was able to take me home later that afternoon, where he did an exceptional job of babying me. Aside from the whole getting-hit-by-a-truck thing, it really wasn’t a bad day.

If you’ve spoken or chatted with Steve in the past week, and you’re wondering why he didn’t mention any of this, it’s probably because I requested that he not go out of his way to tell people about it. Because- A) It’s not a big deal. The x-rays and CT scan showed no serious damage. And B) I figured I’d get around to typing up what happened, eventually… partly for my mom, since I told her I would… but to post here, also. And C) I wanted to brag *myself* about how indestructible I am. I actually damaged that truck more than the truck damaged me.

A friend compared me to the Bruce Willis character in Unbreakable, and I suspect that I may in fact be superhuman; but I’m not in a hurry to test this theory, again. I am eager to get back on my bike when repairs are done and my leg and hindside have healed enough, but I’ll be sure and wear a helmet in the future. And maybe ride a bit more defensively, i.e. with the assumption that all motorists are reckless morons who do not see me.

I’m not really angry with the guy who hit me, though I hope he’ll be found and taken off the streets for a while. I am somewhat annoyed by the fact that I’m unlikely to get any compensation for uncovered medical costs, bike repairs, or lost wages. Even if they do find the guy, my two-second, concussed assessment of him told me he probably wasn’t insured.

But mostly, I just feel fortunate... that I am, for the most part, ok... and for many, many other reasons. I am truly, incredibly, chronically lucky.

If it fits

Sun, 15 May 2005 21:56:25 GMT

I have no gift for storytelling, but I understand that Truth may be more easily conveyed through fiction. Intentionally or not, it’s so easy to mythologize our personal narratives, and present ourselves through the limited voice of some self-consciously wrought persona. Even when the audience is only in our minds.

If I portray myself as something other than a complex and common and often conflicted goofy-ass, I hope you see through it; because we are alike, and I see through you. Take yourself seriously at your own peril, because if I’m not laughing with you...

;)

Help?

Fri, 27 Aug 2004 00:28:53 GMT

I'm falling behind in required hours for massage school.

Local folk... friends, acquaintances... lj lurkers... anyone. Let me know that you'd like a student massage. A *therapeutic* massage, so no happy ending. :p

If you have my cell number, use it. Or leave me a comment.
Or email me: kizmahas@gmail.com

Also... join http://www.okcupid.com if you haven't already.
I've met some very interesting people through it. It's addictive.

Update

Fri, 20 Feb 2004 06:12:41 GMT

Getting up at 5:30 am to work 12 hr shifts at the hospital has been kicking my ass lately. I haven't had the energy for much else. I've skimmed back through many of the friend entries on lj, but haven't taken the time to comment. Too benumbed by excessive work and minimal sleep.

Steve and will be leaving town in a couple of hours, driving through the night to the Grand Canyon. Neither of us have seen it, and I'm hoping the forecast snow won't obscure our view. After spending Friday night at a lodge on the South Rim, we're off to Vegas for a Clown Convention... where we'll learn proper pie-in-the-face technique, and how to better terrorize small children. I'll return with pictures.

Warm thoughts to all of you.

Must you suck so?

Thu, 22 Jan 2004 10:46:49 GMT

I’m usually in love with the world. Really. I believe in the innate goodness of mankind; I believe that most people do what they think is right, most of the time. I tend to be openminded, centrist in outlook... able to respect, and find truth and value in differing views.

But I’ve reached my bullshit saturation point for the day; and that, along with wicked PMS and withdrawal from cheese (my favorite opiate!) means that I currently have no patience for:
- Republicans who support fascist social policies; corporate and "good ole boy" favoritism.
- Democrats who are propelled by white bourgeois guilt, and appeal to the whiny-little-bitch constituency.
- Otherwise intelligent folk, who too frequently adopt knee-jerk or pre-packaged responses to things that deserve careful deliberation.
- The dangerously stupid.
- Obstinate assholes who don’t know how to say "I was wrong" and "I’m sorry."
- Pointless malcontents... who complain constantly, but don’t change what they can.
- Fucktards who seem oblivious to the fact that a little common courtesy benefits all involved, and makes the world run more smoothly.
- Pity-seeking wretches who look for reasons to be miserable.
- People who are frustrated by the ignorance and intolerance of others, so they, in turn, act ignorant and intolerant (blanket Christian-bashing? way to be a hypocrite, dumbass).
- Continuing this list.

The phrase "weapons of mass destruction-related program activities" keeps running through my mind. It sounds like something you'd find in a summer camp for little terrorist masterminds-in-training.

And I’ve run out of steam. Damnit.

For the record:

Thu, 15 Jan 2004 21:46:32 GMT

I looked it up.
It was four years ago today that we started dating. I'm grateful for every shared moment since, and it just keeps getting better. Thank you, for being my hero, my haven... my lover and best friend.

My husband. *smile*

I LOVE YOU
♥BABY♥

(effusive sentiment may induce nausea in innocent bystanders... channeling to a more private entry)

How 'bout we Bangkok later?
Reserve some appetite for me. I'll make sure of an earlier bedtime tonight. ;)

sugar and spice and everything nice

Sun, 14 Dec 2003 02:11:44 GMT

Steve passed out drunkenly on the couch last night after putting a pizza in the oven... so he’d have something in his stomach to absorb the alcohol. I woke up several hours later to the mouthwatering smell of burning superdeepdish. It was heavenly. I scraped a bit of unburnt innards out, and feasted as he snored. It was so superdeep that even minus the thick layers of burnt stuff top and bottom, it still provided breakfast for both of us later this morning/afternoon(?).

I’ve been indulging my cheese addiction with unusual abandon lately. Laced generously with onions and garlic. I exude sulfurous, cheesy goodness.

So I was about to engage in mostly-nude wrestling when I noticed that I was beginning to smell like the dirty hippie I am. Thinking my BO might give me an unfair advantage in taking him down, I decided to call a timeout for a shower. We discussed the possibility of utilizing body funk as a martial art. Funkdo: The Way of the Funk? Picture the grace of raised-arm, open stance postures... and wafting hand movements. I may develop this further. Or I may just buy more underarm deodorant.

I’m dripping dry in the house alone now. Steve is sound guy tonight, as a last-minute favor for friends who are playing a bar. The regular, perpetually baked sound guy wandered off and hasn't been found, apparently.

I'm debating whether or not I care to surround myself with loud drunkenness and a thick haze of cigarette smoke. Maybe I'll stay in and watch movies while I fold laundry. That actually sounds more fun.

Sigh. When did I get so OLD?

Oh yeah. December 7th. I had a birthday.

Snow!

Sat, 22 Nov 2003 23:22:54 GMT

The first real snow of the season!

I've been staying inside and warm all day, but everything outside is so gorgeously white and fluffy now, I'm going to slip on sweats and boots over my pj's so I can go out and play. :D

More reasons to appreciate LJ

Sun, 16 Nov 2003 23:26:14 GMT

I should share some of the creative goodness on my friends pages-

Tales of the Marquis de Sade Soup and Salad Bar:
Part 1... and Part 2
By the delightful souljerky that is spacemummy. He has more stories on his website, and nestled in his journal.

Also, check out the grotesque comics of harold_penis. Exquisitely strange Sundays. Comic relief Wednesdays.

2 balloon sculptures

Thu, 06 Nov 2003 10:46:30 GMT

I wanted to show off a motorcycle, because it's one of my favorite things to twist right now.

It may be hard to tell in the picture, but the handlebars are separate. This is made with one balloon, of the same size as the three used below.

This was the most popular hat at the Halloween show. I think half the people there were wearing 'em.

We called it the dickhead hat. And added a fake-tan-orange porn chick. She's got a cute little bubble butt that you can't see in the picture, and her hands are clasped behind her back.

That's all for now. I'll work on the balloon porn when I return from Houston.

As if I could just let it go. :p

Sat, 11 Oct 2003 17:55:31 GMT

We've been having both computer and intranet problems at home, so please forgive my lack of response to lj entries.

This post is mostly for my favorite meat-eating asshole, who has made it his goal to match the obnoxiousness of militant vegans. I actually bothered to look stuff up and put together a fairly thought out response; so... hey, YOU... please, pay attention. And sorry about the delay.

You posted this cartoon:

which is based on this study.

You later wrote- "The fact it that range fed beef kills fewer animals than the vegan diet."

Wrong.
It’s not a fact; and you aren't the first person to tell me this. Let’s look at this much-touted "proof" of vegan hypocrisy.

~~~~~~~~~~
Steven Davis, the man who proposed this idea, based his research on several studies, all of which noted a decrease in animal population of fields after yearly plow and harvest. There are no studies of this kind that are able to offer actual mortality rates; the researchers simply attribute fifty percent or so of a notable population decrease to death. They don’t know how many animals fled from the loud sounds of machinery and loss of ground cover.

Davis took these questionable estimates and projected them for all of the cropland in the US; he then estimated how many animals would be killed if half of that land was used for pasture-fed cattle. His estimates told him that there could be a twenty-five percent or so decrease in the total number of deaths.

Keep in mind that the model Davis is presenting has nothing to do with reality for the general population of people who eat meat. He proposes the replacement of all poultry, pig, and lamb with beef; and that beef, according to his model, would be purely range fed.

So here’s another problem with his research: even pasture-raised beef are fed grain to fatten them up. In areas where it snows, cattle can be fed almost exclusively on hay for months at a time. I could not find where Davis took into account the cropland that is harvested to feed animals. Most of the corn grown in the US, for example, is not consumable by humans.

Davis does present worthy points, and even though I question his research, I can’t disagree that many field animals are likely to be killed or displaced by agriculture in this country. Anyone who subscribes to the Least Harm Principle should look into those problems caused by agriculture. They should pay attention to the adverse effects of herbicides and pesticides. They should be mindful of habitat destruction that results from government-subsidized overproduction and inefficient practices.

But, to the question posed, which has been pushed by numerous indignant meat-eaters... "should a vegan feel morally obligated to switch to an omnivorous diet?" The answer is no.

~~~~~~~~~~

Again, I’m not big on all the ideas put forth by PETA; but they have suggested for years that those who choose to eat meat, and are concerned about the ethics, should eat the meat of larger animals, to minimize the number killed.

Also, here’s an interesting article I just found, that comments on the uproar Davis unintentionally caused, and the helpful dialog that has ensued.

blink Monday?

Mon, 06 Oct 2003 18:22:05 GMT

My weekend disappeared in a self-indulgent haze of Kahlua, sloth, cake, and buggery.

And here, in lieu of a real entry, I will paste for you my most recent
HOT CYBER CHAT:

~~~~~
quean: feck yoo, paul
papasmurf: ok but you have to get on top
quean: I'm too tired
papasmurf: damnit
quean: bleh
papasmurf: oh alright I'll get on top
but I get to put it in the other hole
quean: nasal? careful, my allergies are acting up
papasmurf: my dick is way too big for that anyway
quean: are you sure? You haven't seen my nostrils lately. I've been picking my nose a lot
quean: achoo?
papasmurf: fine I'll just masturbate

~~~~~
quean: I've eaten nothing but chocolate cake all day
quean: I need real food.
a_dolt: Enjoy it while you can.
quean: Like jalapeno poppers
a_dolt: Those are about my favorite food in the "swill" group.
a_dolt: They combine all of the good things ... spicy, cheesey, and *deep fried*.
quean: swill? SWELL, I say
a_dolt: Pervert.
quean: the three most important food groups
quean: haha... I tink yer a perv. Pervy pervish pervity perv.
quean: Explain how that was perverted?
a_dolt: Swell? Oooh, give me that hot, juicy chili pepper, baby.
quean: PERV
a_dolt: And this *despite* having a headache.
quean: mmm... chilito mio, que picante!
quean: I love it when you talk spicy to me
a_dolt: hahaha
a_dolt: Relleno, serrano, poblano!
a_dolt: Anaheim! HABANERO! CAPSICUM!
a_dolt: Woooh, I'm spent. Was it good for you?
quean: fork u
quean: you habaneroed first, I was just getting warmed up
a_dolt: Where do you go from Habanero? We'd reached a plateau I simply couldn't maintain.
~~~~~

Hey, 'dolt. My leftover chile rellenos say hi. They're sorry you couldn't be here.

Male bonding.

Thu, 25 Sep 2003 11:27:58 GMT

Going through old pictures.

Here's jayhova and brewmeister, before a New Year's party last year.

Please, caption. Be as rude as you like.
:)

Happy Blog Like a Pirate Day. Aaaarrrrr.

Sat, 20 Sep 2003 03:08:08 GMT

Avast, me hearties.

Friggin in the Riggin

It was on the good ship Venus, By Christ you should've seen us
The figure head was a whore i bed, The mast, a rampant penis.
The captain of this lugger, He was a dirty bugger
He was fit to shovel shit From one place to another.

Friggin' in the Riggin'
Friggin' in the Riggin'
Friggin' in the Riggin'
There was fuck all else to do.

The captain's name was Morgan, by Christ he was a gorgon
Ten times a day sweet tunes he'd play On his fucking organ
The first mate's name was Cooper, By Christ he was a trooper
He jerked and jerked until he worked Himself into a stupor

(Chorus)
The second mate was Andy, by Christ he had a dandy
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock, for coming in the brandy
The Cabin boy was Chipper, He was a fuckin' nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass and circumcised the skipper

The captain's wife Mabel, to fuck she wasn't able
So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits across the barroom table
The captain had a daughter who fell in deep sea water
Delighted squeals revealed that eels had found her sexual quarter

I'm off. Steve and I have date to see Pirates of the Caribbean, finally. :)

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy...

Fri, 19 Sep 2003 07:46:14 GMT

Aoncricdg to my fridens pgae, and my fenirds of firndes pgae, an aufwl lot of poplee get the smae dman eilmas.

I've run out of stupid jokes to make in response.

Btw-
that "study" may seem to make sense, but it's not quite that simple.
The ability of the brain to fill in holes with the aid of context and recognition is a well-established phenomenon in cognitive psychology.

Still, it was a clever assertion... even though the person who came up with it should have added an e and r to rscheearch.

Still trying to justify my vegetarianism.

Thu, 18 Sep 2003 01:45:42 GMT

I’ve been told that my vegetarian diet, which includes eggs and dairy, is inadequate because it lacks “complex protein.” A few people have told me that I should be eating fish regularly, too... since I find that less distasteful than other meat. I’m considering it. Since I’m somewhat hypoglycemic, a more protein-oriented diet would be helpful; it would better sustain my energy level, and hopefully minimize my number of zone-out and inexplicable bitch moments.

I’d also like to cut dairy out of my diet as much as possible, because of uncomfortable digestion; and then there's that whole putrefaction issue. It's difficult to give up my long and passionate love affair with cheese, though.

Proof that cheese truly is addictive?

QotD

Sun, 14 Sep 2003 00:27:00 GMT

"If you're going to dedicate your career to ranting about the excesses of American capitalism, you probably shouldn't weigh 450 pounds."

--GREG GIRALDO on Michael Moore

::EDIT::
This psychological analysis of Michael Moore made me laugh.

September.

Wed, 03 Sep 2003 01:35:26 GMT

I love this time of year.

The seasonal throngs of tourists have finally dispersed, the brash radiance of summer has tempered, and the air whispers cool intimations of changes to come. Everything is still green; but the perfume of clover blossom and lilac has faded, replaced by the smells of mown grass and burning mesquite.

I enjoy hiking that much more now that cooler weather and relative peace have arrived. Before nightfall, I like to make my way up above the city, and watch from a rocky perch as the sun descends behind the mountains. The sun sets quickly here; but for a few dazzling minutes, a postscript of fiery hues reflects off the clouds.

Then, at twilight’s call, the serenade of crickets and cicadas heightens, and replaces the manmade buzz of day. Listening to their soothing drone, under stars revealed by the darkening sky and distance of twinkling city lights, I find it easy to let go of triviality and feel truly content.

Ways to score a handjob.

Mon, 01 Sep 2003 10:50:34 GMT

How's this for a come-on:
"Would you do it for science?"

(It worked on me, once.)

asd;jf;adigjdsogja

Sun, 31 Aug 2003 21:22:58 GMT

Words. Bleh.
They confine and liberate. Illuminate and obfuscate.
They jumble confusingly or elude me when I need them most.
Sometimes I play with them. Too often they play with me.
Every once in a while they betray me, and get me into trouble.
Right now they make my head hurt.
Or I could blame that on the generous offerings of wicked jungle juice I drank last night. It didn’t taste very wicked. Stealthy stuff.

I’m gonna down some water and aspirin and crawl back into bed.

The extra hole makes you that much sexier.

Sat, 30 Aug 2003 02:12:00 GMT

mycroftxxx: I saw this, and thought of you. <3

Also, too_much_info cracks me up.
That's why I like healthcare; bodily functions are FUN.

Blame Canada, blame Canada...

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 09:40:14 GMT

We flipped the switch? Beauty.
So, like... now we invade, eh?
But first, more beer.