Never been one to let the carrier drop

It occurs to me that perhapos the most effective way to get marajuana decriminalized would be to convince every single smoker to turn themselves in.

I know, all y’all out there in Sheer’s-journal land are saying ‘what, are you nuts’? But consider the statistics – 83 million americans admit to having smoked weed – one in twenty smokes it on a regular basis.

Is there jail capacity for one out of every twenty americans? It seems pretty tanj unlikely. Is there booking capacity to cope with the inrush if every weed smoker in the U.S. went to their local police station at the same time? Seems pretty unlikely. Could the court system cope with such a inrush? Seems very unlikely bordering on impossible.

So, basically what one does is to take advantage of the fact that our legal system doesn’t scale very well.

I don’t know wheter it would work or not – and I’d be interested to see comments on the matte r- but it does eem like it would cerrtainly make _something_ interesting happen. I mean, picture the lines at the police station..

Remember how you felt on Sept. 11th? Remember how it felt to be in New York, to be looking at New York and knowing you have friends there.

A attack. No Reason given. Why?

Now think about being in Iraq. Belonging there. Living there. A person, just like you, doing your job over there.

The government announces a fictional [at least, it certainly looks that way] reason for attacking you. Then they blow up half your city block, and knock out your power and water.

A attack. No True Reasons. Why?

It’s not any different. Now think about you feel about being complicit in another country’s 9/11 experience.

We liberated them iraqis. Sure ’nuff.

And the Saudis liberated us.

Yep, they did. Liberated 3,500 of us right into the next universe.

Are you getting even the faintest _twinge_ that maybe this was a bad idea?

My life is exciting enough to me – it just wouldn’t make interesting reading for others. Programming microcontrollers, writing music, programming windows CE devices, going to raves (well, if they ever HAVE any.. whatever happened to the good ol’ fashoned underground party anyway? I suggested to Ron, the guy I’ve been jamming with, that we could ‘always just go somewhere with the PA and the generator and, you know, do something’ and he seemed scandalized by the idea – like, you know, who would come to a unofficial, no-cover kind of event. We’re not in southern california any more, toto.. but I digress)

Anyway, as I was saying. The problem may not be as much that my life is duller than the lives of my friends – as that I can’t plump it up with tasty prose to make it more interesting. Whereas at least two of my friends (you can guess who you are) are such good writers that they shoudl give up blogging in favor of something that actually pays.

Well, I guess we can’t all be good at everything.

And I guess I don’t want a life that would be interesting to read about that badly. It’s better to have one that’s interesting to live.

S.

All of my friends write better journal entries than me. Oh, the horror of it, not only can I no longer write reasonably, but my life is.. gasp.. dare we say it.. dull.

Must do something about this. Just not exactly sure what.

S.

Dawning realization.. person who is getting married is the first of my lovers to do so. My other one just changed gender.

Which also made me feel old.

[shrugs]

Oddly enough, not everything that’s happened recently has made me feel old.

Gah. Another one of my ex-lovers is getting married. Somehow this always makes me feel really, really old. I wish her the best – and hope that her boyfriend isn’t hopeless just because he’s republican. [Not that I suspect those who think war is generally the answer are hopeless, just that, well…]

But I’m trying to be respectful and accepting and all that. Anyway, I really do hope it works out well for them. There’s enough divorce and unhappiness in the world already. More than enough. Several times more than enough.

And I can safely write here again, secure in the knowlege that everyone thinks I’ve stopped posting.

Oh, wait, I have stopped posting. 😉

But I’ll make a exception for tonight, because I’m waiting on a linux install (spiffy new version of Gateway – with lots, and lots, and lots of disk to keep all my sick porno, leeched music, video, warez, hacking tools, software I’ve written, corrispondence I’ve written, back up P.’s new laptops (both of them.. heh heh heh..) and enough left over to make samples of every good clip of audio in every movie I own and a few I don’t.

I need more time. I need life to slow down. I have this bad feeling I missed something, I need to rewind and see what it was. Make.. the.. bad.. man.. stop.

On the radio today I actually heard some new music that I dug.. Jazon Mraz, The Remedy.

Been jamming with another live trance musician in Seattle – I’m seriously hoping he’s coming back, because we were sounding rather seriously good. Or at least, I thought so. (P. even said we sounded ‘not half bad’ in her journal)

MP3s as they become available.

Spent about 2 hours at Isomedia because some people who will remain nameless tried to give me a IP range that was already allocated to a DSL customer. Um, no, that doesn’t work. Sorry.

Still haven’t heard from the friend I bailed out of gaol the other day – you’d think he’d at least call and explain how he got there in the beginning.

Way too much work to do and not enough time to do it in..

Signing off,

S.

Perhaps that should be expanded to: There are as many ways of being alive as there are forms of life.

Just seeing the wide variety around me more and more.

Still fighting with the parking meters.

As many of you know, I have a long standing animosity towards telephone companies in general. I’ve never found much to reverse my opinion – most telcos are downright slimy, and will pull any number of fast ones on you.

SBC (Southwestern Bell), however, has hit a new high – er low – er something.

In Hindsville, AR (479-789), customers who want to access the internet via dialup have exactly zero local access numbers. Even though SBC has their own ISP, there is no number that is a local call. This is because the only place you can call from 479-789 that is local is – 479-789.

That’s right, every other number is EAC (extended area calling) – not inter-LATA, but intra-LATA – which means the phone company is justified in screwing you in any way they want. And, as it happens, how they want is with something called local+ – a extra $31.95 a month to be able to call Fayetteville – just 30 miles away.

So, if you want to have a ISP be a local call in Hindsville, you have to pay $31.95 a month. On top of whatever your ISP charges.

Isn’t capitolism grand?

S.

Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Low |
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: Low
Avoidant: High
Dependent: Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate

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Great. 😉

I should be working, but thinking about this problem keeps making smoke come out of my ears..

S.

The world is not something to be afraid of. For the most part, strangers aren’t handing out razor blades – and they have the nicest candy, and some of the most interesting things to say. Some drugs can be good and positive things. Almost no drugs belong in a child’s bloodstream – legal or illegal. Love is to be cherished. There’s nothing wrong with being gay – or transgendered – or different. The government is to be distrusted at all times. Politicians lie, cheat, steal, and are generally evil. At times, abortion is the only reasonable action. Life is what happens while you’re making other plans. God does not want you to fear him/her/it. The old testiment is just plain wrong. If you want to show love to God, show love to your fellow man. Believe impossible dreams – and then make them happen. We don’t need more children. We don’t need more wars. We don’t need more nuclear weapons, missle defense systems, troops, aircraft carriers, or cold wars. Above all, WE DONT NEED MORE FEAR OR HATE! Encourage children to turn off the television. Imagine everything you know is wrong. Imagine everything you know is right. Sin is hurting other people.

And, thoughts that didn’t quite make the poster, but still seem worthwhile:

Rather than telling kids not to have sex before marrage, tell them that having sex with someone will create a bond with that person, a obligation to that person, and a memory of that person that will last their entire lives – so choose wisely and don’t rush in. Capitolism is mostly evil – ‘Better Dead than Red’ is a sign of how thoroughly bankrupt the mental capacities of America apparently were in the ’50s.