So, I'm a little bummed, what with the upcoming holiday I'm gonna have to miss. I was hoping to get this big group of friends together, do inane things and eat food that we'd regret later (and probably drink things we'd regret later, too). And now, after months of buildup, I can't do it. OF course, I found out about this a while ago, but now that I see the originally proposed date drawing near, it's just depressing.
What's a guy gotta do for an End of the World party around here?
If you haven't guessed already, we're nine days away from the proposed firing date for the Large Hadron Collider, which would have been nerve-wrackingly awesome had they not had a SINGLE FAULTY CONNECTION out of 10,000 soldered wires. I mean damn, man. 1 bad connection and the cooling unit blows, and now we have to wait til the summer for electricity prices to drop enough for the damn thing to be supercooled to the proper temperature (or lack thereof) for the thing to fire.
What the hell. Maybe I'll have a Hey, The World Didn't End Yet party. And we'll all sit around, thinking about how we definately should go to work tomorrow, because we're gonna need cash to prepare for the enivitable total economic collapse we're about to ride through.
Ooh. And then we can have a Hey, That Sucked How The US Suddenly Became A Third World Country party. Or an underground Viva La Revolution party. Or a Socialist party.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Pass It On Or The Orphan Gets It
I found this gem among my facebook notes a while back and wanted to share it with the rest of you who aren't my [close] friends:
Dearest friends and allies, loved ones and the aloof, acquaintances and crew members, this is for you:
I'm tired of chain letters. I'm sure I'm not the only one. Of course, they're not a problem here on facebook, but you see them all the time via email and *shudder* MySpace bulletins. Frankly, they're just plain obnoxious.
Some tell about a girl who was murdered, so I should pass it on to ten friends so her misfortune doesn't pass to me. Others tell me how much a person cares about me, and if I don't pass it on to enough people, I obviously live the life of a destitute hermit who will never be happy. Others still will simply cause my true love to call me at four in the morning and profess their love to me if I pass the letter on, while failure results in lifelong unhappiness.
Anyone notice a trend? No, for once, I'm not pointing at the obvious reference to the Christian mindset of eternal damnation upon my failure to act for repentance.
No, I need to comment on the lack of humanity and common decency inherent in these letters, which I doubt lack any sort of mystical quality once translated into an electronic format (though I'm not one to take chances with the occult). Figure it out yet?
Well, here's a little something about me you might not all realize. I have a very open mind when it comes to the occult and mystic. I am also very cautious regarding such things. I don't disturb grave markers/ruins, I'm very careful around abandoned buildings and such places where spirits might be bound, and I greatly respect the spirits of others and those of Nature. But I don't pass on chain letters, at risk of life and limb and soul.
Why?
Because who the fuck would send something that might bring about eternal damnation to their friends? It's just cruel and thoughtless. And if there is no risk, and it's just a bunch of bullshit, then WHY THE HELL IS IT CLOGGING MY INBOX STILL?
I just don't understand. Superstition should not supersede common sense. DON'T SEND CHAIN LETTERS WITH BAD RESULTS. DON'T SEND THEM AT ALL, UNLESS YOU TRULY MEAN WHAT THEY SAY. I know, I'm acting like it's a matter of life and death. "Kyle, it's just an email. Chill the fuck out." Well, what can I say? It's messed up however you look at it.
Dearest friends and allies, loved ones and the aloof, acquaintances and crew members, this is for you:
I'm tired of chain letters. I'm sure I'm not the only one. Of course, they're not a problem here on facebook, but you see them all the time via email and *shudder* MySpace bulletins. Frankly, they're just plain obnoxious.
Some tell about a girl who was murdered, so I should pass it on to ten friends so her misfortune doesn't pass to me. Others tell me how much a person cares about me, and if I don't pass it on to enough people, I obviously live the life of a destitute hermit who will never be happy. Others still will simply cause my true love to call me at four in the morning and profess their love to me if I pass the letter on, while failure results in lifelong unhappiness.
Anyone notice a trend? No, for once, I'm not pointing at the obvious reference to the Christian mindset of eternal damnation upon my failure to act for repentance.
No, I need to comment on the lack of humanity and common decency inherent in these letters, which I doubt lack any sort of mystical quality once translated into an electronic format (though I'm not one to take chances with the occult). Figure it out yet?
Well, here's a little something about me you might not all realize. I have a very open mind when it comes to the occult and mystic. I am also very cautious regarding such things. I don't disturb grave markers/ruins, I'm very careful around abandoned buildings and such places where spirits might be bound, and I greatly respect the spirits of others and those of Nature. But I don't pass on chain letters, at risk of life and limb and soul.
Why?
Because who the fuck would send something that might bring about eternal damnation to their friends? It's just cruel and thoughtless. And if there is no risk, and it's just a bunch of bullshit, then WHY THE HELL IS IT CLOGGING MY INBOX STILL?
I just don't understand. Superstition should not supersede common sense. DON'T SEND CHAIN LETTERS WITH BAD RESULTS. DON'T SEND THEM AT ALL, UNLESS YOU TRULY MEAN WHAT THEY SAY. I know, I'm acting like it's a matter of life and death. "Kyle, it's just an email. Chill the fuck out." Well, what can I say? It's messed up however you look at it.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I Hope It Doesn't Mean I'm Crazy
I think I finally discovered the physical, natural, spiritual boundary between Central and South Jersey today. Long has the argument ran, some claiming South Jersey starts more north, others more south, others that there is a central jersey and the jerks arguing about this without them are assholes. But never has anyone found quotable evidence of a split. I do not have photographs of my evidence as yet, but I think I might have to find a way to get some video when I pass next. Hopefully it will be visible again.
You are wondering what it is I'm talking about, I suppose. I would be too. But then, you've had plenty of time to come to the realization that it's folly to expect me to always make sense.
I digress. I was driving south to work today, into an ever thickening fog bank. It's a 45 minute drive, but I can tell you, there is a precise spot where I gasped and suddenly knew the truth. Right as I was coming to the Bass River Toll Plaza (southbound, so you're actually paying attention, not digging for change), I noticed a sudden change all around me. It was as if the world had suddenly shifted down the spectrum. To this point, the world had been bathed in gray, but the kind of grey you get in the Wizard of Oz opening scenes - that almost Sepia-tone that you know in your heart is really black and white, though you see it as black and brown. But as the tolls came into view, the color seemed to catch up with me, and the world shifted towards blue. Sepia became grey, the light went dark, and the dark went darker. It was strange and unsettling, and not the first time I've perceived this to occur, and the effect lasted the next twenty minutes as I drove to work. (This was around 8 in the morning)
Having noticed this more than once, I can rule out being crazy. So now I think I need to set up a digital camera on a video setting for this point. I'll just toss it on my dashboard and hit record, I guess. We'll see what I can get.
You are wondering what it is I'm talking about, I suppose. I would be too. But then, you've had plenty of time to come to the realization that it's folly to expect me to always make sense.
I digress. I was driving south to work today, into an ever thickening fog bank. It's a 45 minute drive, but I can tell you, there is a precise spot where I gasped and suddenly knew the truth. Right as I was coming to the Bass River Toll Plaza (southbound, so you're actually paying attention, not digging for change), I noticed a sudden change all around me. It was as if the world had suddenly shifted down the spectrum. To this point, the world had been bathed in gray, but the kind of grey you get in the Wizard of Oz opening scenes - that almost Sepia-tone that you know in your heart is really black and white, though you see it as black and brown. But as the tolls came into view, the color seemed to catch up with me, and the world shifted towards blue. Sepia became grey, the light went dark, and the dark went darker. It was strange and unsettling, and not the first time I've perceived this to occur, and the effect lasted the next twenty minutes as I drove to work. (This was around 8 in the morning)
Having noticed this more than once, I can rule out being crazy. So now I think I need to set up a digital camera on a video setting for this point. I'll just toss it on my dashboard and hit record, I guess. We'll see what I can get.
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