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Agent Lancewolfe's Thoughts... |
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Windows XP...!...?...!...?....
Every now and again I show one of two things, this time it happens to be both.
1. A moment of weakness. This happens every now and again. 2. I let my inner
geek run the place. Again very rare. My moment of weakness took the form of
Best Buy. My Geek coming out is the fact that I got Windows XP. Now I sit here
giddy with the new OS to learn. It's scary if I had a pair of glasses that weren't
destroyed I'd be wearing them now. But as is my inner self is enough. Wow everything
is so different and yet so much the same I'm lost a bit. I can't see how fast
my internet connection speed is, and so far my playlist set to random hasn't
picked the greatest songs, but I'm sure that's just pot luck and not Microsoft
being the bitches that they normally are. Well I'm going to putz around a bit
more on this thang. Maybe I'll even review it in an upcoming entry.
hmmm What a day for a day dream?
Finally a decent song.
(Goes off whistling)
Your moment of
Zen.
Empty time, it sounds good to call bounty hunting freelance work. But all that
really means is that we're self employed. So when there's no one to hunt, we
have nothing. Nothing to do, nothing to live on. Well that's all part of the
life we've chosen. Our destiny if you like. Nut when you're out of money you
start thinking about quick cash.
Humans were meant to work and sweat
for a living. Those that try to get rich quick or live at the expense of others
all get divine retribution somewhere along the line. That's the lesson. Unfortunately
we quickly forget the lessons we've learned. And then we have to learn them
all over again.
-Jet Black
Cowboy Bebop
See you space cowboy.
Stoking the fire of philosophy
Sam and Max two of our greatest Philosophers cut down long before their time.
Once a six-foot dog dressed in a business suit with a fedora and a hyper-kinetic rabbity thing said: “My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas.” “Whose isn’t?”
Vocab time real quick.
mind (mnd)
n.
1. The human consciousness that originates in the brain and is manifested especially
in thought, perception, emotion, will, memory, and imagination.
mi·as·ma (m-zm, m-)
n. pl. mi·as·mas or mi·as·ma·ta (-m-t)
1. A noxious atmosphere or influence: “The family affection, the family expectations,
seemed to permeate the atmosphere... like a coiling miasma” (Louis Auchincloss).
scin·til·late (sntl-t)
v. scin·til·lat·ed, scin·til·lat·ing, scin·til·lates
v. intr.
1. To throw off sparks; flash.
2. To sparkle or shine. See Synonyms at flash.
3. To be animated and brilliant: dinner conversation that scintillated
Turgid \Tur"gid\, a. [L. turgidus, from turgere to swell.] 1. Distended beyond the natural state by some internal agent or expansive force; swelled; swollen; bloated; inflated; tumid; -- especially applied to an enlarged part of the body; as, a turgid limb; turgid fruit.
Brilliant words by brilliant minds that unfortunately were placed in the discount software bin long before their time was due. But I digress.
But this above statement is a perfect synopsis of my brain right now. I had an interesting day. And the majority of it is about a party I went to at ramapo. Parties for the most part I’m not a huge fan of. For me I enjoy a stimulating conversation, and while parties can provide a good atmosphere for talk I find that too often there are too many conversations going on at once for the mind to keep track of one for too long. For example last night I was having a discussion with a girl on the nature of Taoism and psychology, the topic was heated and both parties had excellent arguments, although I was a step ahead of her mainly because I was sober while she was completely bombed, which also lead to her telling me that Darwin created Taoism, after some convincing she finally believed me that in fact Taoism predated Darwin by a couple of years at least. This however was broken off by me checking to make sure my friend Dave was all right since he was at the moment puking his guts up. When I tried getting back into the conversation it picked up a bit, but then another conversation broke in, brought on by a man named Fred who looked a little like Jesus, he proceeded to tell me that there was a dark evil on campus and he’s trying to find it and... well I’m not really sure what he wanted to do with it once he found it but I get the feeling it was taking it out to Friendly’s for a fribble. He warned me to stay away from it and not be tempted by its evilness. The conversation then broke into something more tangible about the breaking down of the physical self in order to try and achieve a step forward into true knowledge. Obviously he was someone with a good background on philosophy and other things, which lead to when he wasn’t giving me Revelation like prophets, to interesting discussions. Another conversation I had was with a young man questioning if one could love without the knowledge of love from a mother. I tried to help him out explaining that even though the wolf grows up in the cold and hostile environment they still continue on, that love can and will come but only if you learn to trust. It was an odd experience to say the least and I truly hope that I was able to help in some small way. Next I wandered into a conversation with a friend’s roommate and she proceeded to tell me all about the medication she was taking and her history with her athsma problems, it’s weird I wasn’t sure if this was something she normally does or if it was the alcohol. But we talked for a good hour about the evils of doctors and medicine in general, she smacked some thought and common sense into my cynical mind. Reminding me that doctors can do some good. And that medication has helped people live normal lives. The night ended around about 4 AM and I headed back to my home, bloated on information and drained from debate, I think I might have found a group of people to chill with on campus. They were a good if eccentric group but I’ve found that those are the best types of people.
I am Jack's Christmas Rage. Merry Fucking Christmas Tyler.
::They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold but the wind blows right through you it's no place for the old when you first took my hand on a cold christmas eve you told me that broadway was waiting for me.::
Before I begin Merry Christmas, happy Chanuka, Have a wonderful Kwanza, Merry Festivus, and other festive seasonable type activities.
Well now that that's all out of the way, ugh I fucking hate christmas sometimes. Well not the season mainly all the crap that goes with it. I actually have been known to enjoy this season, I can get quite misty eyed when thinking of Christmas, I love it, it's can be a good season, but then again Nixon could be a good president at times. It's always the little stuff that gets you, well I got some of that today, more like a hundred of them, little blinking, multicolored ones to be exact. Yes today was the day that Drew put up the christmas lights on the outside of the house. Let me tell you I did my best to pull a chevy chase and I would've made him proud. Let me start off by saying that this was a job that used to be handled by my father, and then fell onto my shoulders mainly because I and my father are both males and this is something technical. Not that I'm saying women can't be technically inclined. I know mainy who are, it's just in my family they aren't. As a matter of fact those that marry into our family get some sort of weird brain hemomorage that affects them technically, my mom still calls the toaster the magic bread machine. And I won't even start what my Estranged Aunt Dorriene calls the coffee machine. Anyway It was left to me, not that I mind it is something technical and I love doing shit like that, but after one hour I was ready to kill someone. Or more like something, like my dog. A trascript of what happened this evening would've went something like this.
Drew sits putting in bulbs and testing them.
(loud whining in the background broken by a high pitched bark here and there.)
Drew: Fuck!
Lance (the dog) Whhhiiiiiiiiiiiinnneeee Weee wee wee whiiiinee arf arf whiine.
Drew: Lance shut the fuck up!
bulb shatters in Drew's hand causing him to have bits of plastic embed into his thumb.
Drew: Damn it!
Fixes all the bulbs and readies them to be plugged in.
Lance: WHHHHIIIIIIINNNNNEEEEE WHIIIIINNNEE WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE BEBOP SHOOBA DO WOP WHIINNNEE WHINE WHINE I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT WHHHIIIINEE WHIIIINNE WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE.
Drew: Shut up Lance. (looks back at the bulbs) Now let there be light!
Plugs them in, nothing happens.
Drew: FUCKKKEERR!!
Lance: Whine whine winge.
This went on for about three hours. Then Lance finally shut up, he might be dead I don't know I haven't went to check on him. But the whole story of what happened goes a little like this.
Around about 12 this afternoon my mom calls me on my phone, wakng me from slumber.
Ring Ring Ring! A hand reaches from under a blanket and picks up the reciever.
Me: mmmmmwheaellommmm. (it should be noted that when I first wake up I have no real verbal skills.
Mom: Andrew. (she refuses to say hello when she calls my room line) could you put up the lights this afternoon please?
Me: mmmmsnortnammamjaheuwookay.
click.
It went down hill from there, three hours later when I got out of bed. I take down the lights and look at them, they're brand spanking new ones, not at all like the ones we used to use that came from the fifties, where each bulb was the size of a small fist were made out of glass, and shot asbestos at you when you went near them. Not like that at all, these were small made of plastic, didn't shoot any noxious stuff at you, and best of all, prewrapped garland. So off to work I go, three sheets of them, only need two, cake walk. I go outside and put the one side up, then the next side. All done in ten minutes, and they look pretty. Whiiinnneee. I go inside to look for the bulb to outlet converters that we keep in the junk drawer. Open the drawer. Whine whine whine. "Oh hello Lance! I didn't see you there,I never see or hear from you at all how are you?" Dumb looks all around by the pup. Lesson 1: dogs don't get sarcasm. Open drawer. Now normally this drawer looks like Berlin after world war 2, stuff everywhere one time I sweat to god sasquastch got out, made a sandwhich and ran off. But this time it was empty. Shit! Right we're movin out, mom's cleaned everything. Damn. Off I go on the great quest to find two of these fuckers, the first one came easily, it was in a junk pile that my mom had hidden in a boarded up section of the house. A crow bar some elbow grease and fifteen planks of wood later I had my peice. Wahoo! The next one was not so easy to find and I let it be until I did find it some four hours later hidden in old christmas boxes. Whine Winge Whine Whine whine. Yes Lance I know you're there. At 7 I go to plug them in. Whine. Pop on the lights, Bam! Nothing, Nadda, Zip Zilch the big numero Zero. Fuck fuck fuck. A quick aside, my father rarely cursed, only two things made him swear like a sailer, the first being driving, anywhere. The second was reserved to christmas lights. So I check the fuckers and realize that they're built on a single loop circuit. meaning if one's gone, they're all gone. To whoever invented this circuit type and thought it was a good idea, fuck you! You fucking fucker. I hope you're subjected to the hell that is rutgers food for the rest of your damnation. Well now that that unpleasentry is over with. I popped out the bulbs and replaced the ones that were missing on the one strand. Whinne Whiine Whinne, set up an extenstion cord so I knew definitely if they were working, and dragged it outside. Whine Whine. Plugged the one side in and bingo, light. Groovy. Tried doing the same with the other side. Nothing. Damn it. Well I have the other set let me put those up. So pulled down the one set and started putting up the other, only it was 5 feet shorter then the other side, so it came about half way down and ended. Shit. Went inside and sat down with the two. Tested and plugged all of them in, finally after about twenty minutes it worked. Went outside in the cold and put up the other set, plugged it in the extension it worked. They both worked finally. Then plugged them into the light socket. Stepped back took a deep breath, flicked the switch and... a dog barked somewhere, it might've been Lance but I think his vocal chords were shot. But that's about the extent of it. Reached up to the light area and jiggled it around a bit, almost frying my index finger. Finally the lights flickered. OOOHH. Impressive, more jiggling and they finally stayed on. So now they're set up. Of course breathing on them or anywhere in the same county will put them out, but they're actually up and on for the most part. No wonder people drink more during the holidays.
And on that note, have a festive season this year folks.
