{"id":1586,"date":"2005-12-08T08:21:00","date_gmt":"2005-12-08T15:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/wordpress\/?p=1586"},"modified":"2005-12-08T08:21:00","modified_gmt":"2005-12-08T15:21:00","slug":"mushrooms-and-whatnot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/uncategorized\/mushrooms-and-whatnot","title":{"rendered":"Mushrooms and whatnot"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So, I&#8217;m not feeling particularly too cheerful this christmas. My back hurts, I can&#8217;t seem to wrap my head around religion and I&#8217;ve this nagging fear that there&#8217;s this guy with a pitchfork and horns gonna do a lot of ass kicking when I die..<\/p>\n<p>On the other hand, I made the Mushrooms of Goodness today &#8482;. Unfortunately, I ran out of salid oil and had to use olive oil, and it&#8217;s olive oil that&#8217;s gone a tad stale so they taste a bit of stale olive oil, but they&#8217;re still tasty and they still make me feel somewhat better about life.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve also been enjoying Buffy &#8211; we&#8217;re almost done with it, and I&#8217;ll miss it, but the good thing is I got to see Once More With Feeling again. Ah, such a good episode &#8211; take note, all television producers &#8211; make at least one episode that is a musical. Does the Simpsons have a musical episode? If so I must make a mental note to download it..<\/p>\n<p>In other news: Prayer, apparently, is thinking words in the general direction of God. This either means that God is monitoring our thoughts all the time &#8211; a act of somewhat questionable morality &#8211; or can sense when something we&#8217;re thinking is directed heavenwords &#8211; I guess when you&#8217;re omnipotent, doing things like that isn&#8217;t a particularly big deal, but it seems quite the impressive stunt to me.<\/p>\n<p>My dreams have been getting stranger lately.. one recently had quite a good, all original soundtrack, including trance and house music &#8211; and here&#8217;s the amazing bit &#8211; none of which I&#8217;d ever heard anywhere else before. So apparently I have a midi sequencer in my head just like Mozart. Or else some higher (or lower) entities are injecting messages there. Or some combination of the two. <\/p>\n<p>I have enough hair for a ponytail. I guess this is good news.<\/p>\n<p>Me and Kayti went to visit her family in Colorado, which went mostly without incident, and my family in South Carolina, which also went mostly without incident. (I don&#8217;t include my family pointing out that I&#8217;m fat, which is obviously true, that I&#8217;m unique, which sadly probably isn&#8217;t [they somehow manage to make unique into a insult, something I wouldn&#8217;t think was possible], or the &#8216;peace&#8217; which my uncle gave me as I left which I&#8217;m just going to assume he meant literally, since trying to figure out if I should be offended for a satorical version is more effort than I care to put in.<\/p>\n<p>My family on my dad&#8217;s side I think is thoroughly tired of having kids who wish it was still the 70s, and occasionally insist on acting as if it was. But, hey, from a free-love and peace-love-hope-lets-stop-the-war standpoint, the 70s were my kind of decade. Of course, from a fast networks and really nifty information bits and freedom to say whatever you want in a public, searchable forum, the year 2004 does me quite nicely. <\/p>\n<p>Anyway, so let&#8217;s just say that the visit with my family went well, for a visit with my family. (I can rest fairly safely assured that they don&#8217;t read this, aside from my mom occasionally, because I suspect they&#8217;d really rather forget what I&#8217;m up to. I have this nagging feeling the opposite might be true as well. Might be the &#8216;support our troops&#8217; bumper sticker and the american flags and whatnot.)<\/p>\n<p>I read some of Al Franken&#8217;s latest book. Apparently it&#8217;s just as well that I&#8217;ve been completely ignoring the news and mailing lists and whatnot, because if I hadn&#8217;t been, I&#8217;d be having heart attacks about the horrible things Bush is doing. But I&#8217;m looking the other way and figuring it doesn&#8217;t concern me, which probably is another offense that will have the guy with the pitchfork and horns standing over me shortly after I die, but that&#8217;s neither here nor there.<\/p>\n<p>Argh. There must be some literal biological difference between liberals and conservatives, just as there&#8217;s some literal biological difference between gays and straights that we haven&#8217;t found yet. (I&#8217;m so annoying, thinking gays are gays because the software made &#8217;em that way, and that maybe it&#8217;s our world&#8217;s automatic reaction to overpopulation)<\/p>\n<p>If anyone wants the recipie for the yummiest pickled mushrooms in the world, just ask.<\/p>\n<p>Anyone for a game of kitten poker?<\/p>\n<p>I really want to think I&#8217;m not evil. But I&#8217;ve broken people&#8217;s hearts through gross incompetence, I&#8217;ve no idea what I want, and my back hurts and I&#8217;m really inclined to drug it into submission and beyond. ANd I don&#8217;t particularly feel guilty about that. Why couldn&#8217;t the human software designer have included a &#8216;okay, acknowledged&#8217; signal for pain?<\/p>\n<p>I want to be happy.<\/p>\n<p>I hear they make drugs for that too. Maybe I should try some happyzac..<\/p>\n<p>Oh, and I&#8217;m writing a novel. I&#8217;ve got about ten pages so far, but it&#8217;s a start. And I will finish it, and I will publish it on my web site, and no one will read it, and I&#8217;ll get bloody depressed about that. And it will have always existed lurking somewhere in the digital equivilant of infinity anyway.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So, I&#8217;m not feeling particularly too cheerful this christmas. My back hurts, I can&#8217;t seem to wrap my head around religion and I&#8217;ve this nagging fear that there&#8217;s this guy with a pitchfork and horns gonna do a lot of ass kicking when I die.. On the other hand, I made the Mushrooms of Goodness [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1586"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1586"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1586\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1586"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1586"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1586"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}