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Internet speed. Hm. That’s funny. That’s a value that can vary from unbelievably fast to slower than the USPS to altogeather nonexistant.
http://groups.google.com/group/comp.os.minix/browse_frm/thread/c25870d7a41696d2/f447530d082cd95d#f447530d082cd95d
Yep. The 80×86 line died, RISC won out.. mmmhmmm…
Yep, Linux is dead, and anyway only ran on x86 machines.. mmmhmmm…
I bet at this late date Linux has been ported to more arches than Minux by a fair shake..
Recently, I went to see ‘Children of Men’. I will say first that this is the first time that I can remember that a movie literally put me in shock. While I wasn’t blown away with the cinematography (others disagree and think it was wonderful), the violence was so.. accurate. I suppose if I’d been playing Half Life every day like a good little boy it wouldn’t have affected me so much, but.. I didn’t even react sexually to the lovely shot of the leading lady’s breasts because I was still in fight-or-flight terror mode from the love interest of the leading male charicter getting graphicly mutilated.
It was very disturbing, although the basic premise was pretty unbeleivable. (uh, huh, this magic whatever is completely undetectable by modern science, only affects humans but no other mammals – you know, that DOES kind of sound like the Hand of God. For some value of God that includes EVIL_BASTARD as a attribute.)
Anyway, I was thinking, as I watched the movie.. someone should make a movie in which $ENEMY thoroughly blows up the U.S., ending with footage from the recent $STUPIDITY in Iraq followed by, white on black, a feild of text.. ‘Let us hope and pray that our enemies don’t hold us to the Golden Rule.’
I can only think, watching the various factions blow each other up in a struggle for dominance, that this movie did, whatever else it did or didn’t do, do a remarkably accurate job – I imagine, I’ve never been there – of capturing what war must be like.
I Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate that any of my energy might ever be expanded on this enterprise – and yet, I will probably send the IRS a check in April.
In case it wasn’t clear, I think the individual who wrote that fine collection of laws was about as sick as a human being can be and still be capable of rational thought.
Of course, it may be that in terms of human sickness of the mental variety, I’ve seen nothing yet..
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_laws
One peice of good news – no matter how sick I might happen to be, there’s always someone sicker.
s.
(and Randy Neumann too!)
One of the twighlight zone things about having submitted myself to the machinations of the modern psychological machine is that I can now think about my emotional states in one level of removal – kind of like I now have meta-emotions. Like, today I was depressed and wanted to sleep all the time, although of course I didn’t because I have to work or else I’ll only plunge further into debt, which can not possibly be good.
But, I do love it here. I’m already looking forward to the weekend, and it’s only weds.
And I love my love lobster. (I got a giant stuffed lobster – bright red – with a heart that says ‘Love Lobster’ – for Christmas. I think it’s my favorite Christmas gift this year)
(I really like stuffed animals. I wonder if this means I’m a meta-furry?)
Hm. My day of the word is meta.
S.
So, yesterday I took a day off work and went out with Deadman and Kayti to L.A. – we went to a Japanese Italian resteraunt (somehow they managed to blend authentic italian food with a japanese steakhouse atmosphere – it was very different, but pretty tasty – and, at $20 a head including desert, very reasonably priced). Then we went bowling..
I shouldn’t like bowling. I mean, it’s a sport, and I hate sports. Also, I’m fantasticly bad at it (I’ve scored a strike once in my life). However, I really enjoy it, even on the Wii and especially at the bowling alley. However, I hate bowling alone for many of the same reasons that I hate eating alone. So I was really happy that Kayti and Deadman went with me.
Then, we went to Kayti’s current favorite club, which was playing all the 80’s new wave you cared to eat – the DJ got progressively worse as the night wore on, and by the end of the night was trainwrecking about every other crossfade, but it was still fun. My legs are still sore from movin’ on the dance floor, and I didn’t feel threatened or unwelcome by any of the people there, which I sometimes do at a club setting.
When I went to sleep, I realized the emotion I was feeling was contentment, possibly even happiness.
Kayti went to Denver to be with her family, and is coming home tomorrow. I’ve missed her, and look forward to having her back.
Post Christmas and depths of January I think we all need a bit of cheering up.
So… Reply to this post, and I’ll tell you one reason why I like you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love. (Stolen from
I’ve discovered it’s very hard to come up with a set of search terms to feed Google to find a support group for helping people recover from religion. Among other things, I suppose there’s some inherent irony (possibly quite a lot) in searching for a 12-step program to help you get over your view of your higher power.
But I do think I’d be better off with like-minded people. I’ve tried visiting Christian chat rooms, and this leads to me understanding why churches get firebombed. [Obviously, as one who is against war and for respect, even thinking about such actions make me inherently unhappy. I did have this rather humerous – to me – vision of me writing down my entire manifesto and going around nailing it to the doors of churches.]
I’m not going to make it out of this universe in one piece, am I?
[I have this interesting view that maybe the reason religions make me so angry is that they’re not right for me, and I resent that other people can just, you know, believe them and be happy. Once I’ve written one that I can just believe and be happy, perhaps I will feel better. The problem with this is that writing a religion is a fscking lot of work, and involves rather a large number of decisions, all of which are difficult]