Licking your wounds: the best way to end up with wet wounds and a bloody tongue. Time for a reasserted effort at organizing my thoughts and allowing myself to live instead of succumbing to fatigue and thus permitting work to dictate what I do with my free time. There is a battle going on for my mind and at nearly every juncture the lazy, the depressing, and the mundane are prevailing. I shall resist before the darkness takes me. I will seek adventure and art. When I can't drift physically I will do it mentally. Passing thoughts of interest will no longer be ignored and lost due to time constraints.

Mental chip overload

Today's endless mental soundtrack loop: Beck's Ghettochip Malfunction(Hell Yes)

Observations of late:
Working full time leaves much less time for cute girlfriends and blogs. Stupid girlfriends, at least blogs are easily accessible from any PC.

Jennifer Connelly is on the cover of some magazine, and she continues to get hotter, it's like how her character in A Beautiful Mind gets hotter as the film progresses and she gets older; only she's actually doing that in real life. I wonder if anyone I know can do that; I guess I'll have to wait a few years and see.

Who the hell is Taylor Swift, and why is she the current owner of all media? And why are all her facial features so pointy? Pointy and squinty.

Why do racists think that it's ok to say something racist so long as they add "That wasn't a racist comment" afterwards? And who came up with the phrase "I'm not racist, I hate everyone equally."? That's not an excuse, that just means you're a pathetic, bitter, lonely person. And why is it that everyone I've met who says things like that are white, male, conservative and have no friends that aren't white?

I love Jesus, if only because Cadbury Creme Eggs are the greatest candies in the history of candy.

Reprimands:
"Scientists and historians" who dumb down the content of the History Channel with your logically fallacious, poorly researched claims about 1) aliens visiting ancient cultures and teaching them astronomy, math and engineering 2) the "Bible code" that tells of past disasters and possibly future ones? 3) the writings of Nostradamus that similarly "predict the future":
All of these "predictions" aren't realized until much later after the fact, and blatantly ignore any findings that aren't compelling. And changing around letters is blatant proof that you don't know what you're talking about, i.e. the Nostradamus quatrain talking about a war and a river and something called Hister. Just because it's one letter off from Hitler doesn't mean anything. If you play word search with with a long enough document, you're bound to find something that seems significant, particularly if you set out on such an endeavor expecting to find something. Stop trying to find answers to questions that can't be answered, the true purpose of life is to realize it by yourself. Stop insulting the intelligence of our ancestors, anyone with basic math skills and enough time to star watch can figure out much about astronomy, and be able to predict events like eclipses. On a related note, the end of the Mayan calendar in 2012 does NOT mean the end of the world, the Mayans decided to use their astronomy skills and base their calendar on eclipses of the sun with the center of the galaxy instead of Earth's rotation around the sun. What happens at the end of a calendar? You start a NEW one, dumbasses. OMFG! The Gregorian calendar ends December 31st of THIS YEAR! WE'RE DOOOOOOOOMED! Oh, wait, no, nothing happens and we just have a new January.

People who are incapable of getting over their persecution complex: There is no such thing as a faceless mass of all-powerful malcontents that are conspiring against you out of spite. The Jews are not controlling world geopolitics in order to prevent the second coming of Jesus, or to bring about the elimination of the Aryan race. All politicians, businessmen, and media moguls are not purposefully keeping you from succeeding because of the color of your skin. And your rival political party is not out to destroy all that is good and just in this country. Stop blaming others for your own failures try doing something positive for society instead of scapegoating, you're only making our problems worse.

Guys who vent all of their worldly frustrations in the form of a blog: We get it already, you're unhappy with the world, boo hoo, there's no sense in putting it on the internet because no one cares and no one will read it anyway. Wait a minute......

World's worst fighting technique: throwing knives. If you miss, you don't have a knife anymore. If you hit your opponent in a non-vital place, then they have a knife now.

Write you bastard, write!

Ah, I enjoy feelings of accomplishment, I should achieve more often. Please enjoy today's triumph of productivity:


An endlessly wide vista restricted by a tinted visor, a tiny window constricting a million points of light into a singular, suffocating portal. A body hopelessly quarantined from unfathomably vast areas inhabited by nothing, through which anything could pass effortlessly. Unstable hands drenched in unshakable perspiration attempt in vain to attain the precise movements in which they have been vigorously trained. Nervous lungs selfishly pull in more oxygen than could possibly be of use. Tense ventricles under pressure to propel volumes of lifeblood. A being, in a position that elicits feelings of freedom and insignificance to all others instead perceives imprisonment and despair. The robotic limb clumsily ensnares the most significant of the myriad cables and wires. Frantic, perpetually moving eyes fail to differentiate random from dire. An open radio channel converts panicked blubbering from audible noise to ghostly waves and back again. Jagged steel joints act as impromptu scissors and shear the cable. Tom? ... Tom? ... Thus ends the spacewalk of the first, and last, claustrophobic astronaut.



P.S. Plagiarism is for 8th graders who can't write English papers

Have you people no decency ?!?

So I was watching Dirty Jobs until 3 this morning, and I noticed that the Discovery Channel made a point to show several disclaimers before they showed the processing of dead cows, and then later ducks. How can it come to be that a society which is obsessed with tragedy and fixated on violence suddenly be offended by the innards of an animal that nearly everyone eats? Rachel Ray can display all the raw meat she feels like, but society has developed a disconnect so they may feel secure in the food they have been raised to enjoy without any concern as to where it actually comes from. It leads one to wonder why an individual who can't handle the sight of a dead animal can eat pounds of meat a week without any preponderance of this blatant hypocrisy upon which their life is based. I'm no veggie, but that doesn't mean I'm not concerned about the source of my nourishment. It's just irresponsible to go around supporting unsustainable factory farms that slaughter unhealthy animals and grind those that don't quite make it to slaughtering age up as feed for the next batch. I often wonder if I'm simply the only sane person in the country that actually understands the full impact that I have on the world, if people in other countries are equally naive, or if the rest of the world has just found sanity in the absurd and I'm the maladjusted. I often find myself in a rigid set of habits, but always manage to question those habits to achieve a full perspective on what I'm doing to this world I was thrown into. I imagine that society as a whole would benefit from this point of view, but ruts are comfortable and the notion that you're very existence is damaging the world is probably too much for most to handle. Well that kinda turned into a self-righteous rant, I really just wanted to comment on the fact that Discovery Channel viewers must be rather easily offended.

Also, in his adventures at a chicken farm, Mike Roe posed the old "chicken or egg" question to all the workers, and I was disappointed that none of them got it right. The answer of course is the dinosaur.

1/3 life crisis?

Hello, um, anyone. Anyone who somehow found their way to this tiny new blog and has a desire to read it, sufficed to say I have no idea what kind of person you might be. I waste my fair share of time on the internet to be sure, however I have never found myself suffering from enough mental anguish to indulge myself with the most shallow thoughts of an annonymous electronic wanderer. In all fairness this blog now exists because a.) it practically created itself along with my gmail account that I've established as the heir to my Purdue webmail account, being that I no longer attend Purdue and thusly that account is doomed; b.) I am in need of an outlet for the peculiar thoughts that run through my head in a given day that are neither spoken or recorded, which I find a waste, since many of them are entertaining or insightful and of which I am proud in my own private way which few of my friends are aware of in the least. By recording these ideas I hope to possibly use them in stories, which I also intend to present here. I've long been of the mind that freelance writer/novelist is the best job I could attain, but I, for one reason or another have not written often or consistently enough to call myself a writer. Through this medium I hope to change that and hopefully get some meaningful feedback, as well as let go of things that are bothering me. I hope you'll ("you" in this case being my theoretical audience that has yet to, or may not ever exist) enjoy what I put down here.
This brings me to the first idea that needs to remove itself from my head, the fact that I am without a damn thing to do with myself and literally no prospects. I recently estimated that, since late December, I've applied to 200 jobs, from which I have received one phone call concerning employment. A call that was promptly (promptly in the business sense: three business days later) followed by a "just kidding" email informing me that they didn't want to waste their time interviewing me. I myself have never been a fan of capitalism, it rewards greed, punishes the poor and disabled, and creates undo focus on material assets, but with job search results like that I can't help but feel useless. I'm a reasonably intelligent, caring individual whom others enjoy being around and confiding in. I've been informed by several that I'm missed terribly in West Lafayette now that I no longer spend all my time there. I feel I have plenty to contribute to society, but have been marked as dead weight and of no utility to my community or the nation at large. So here I am in my early twenties, doing nothing, and lacking the experience, confidence or the opportunity to do anything that I might want to. This is the crisis that imprisons my mind for days at a time, allowing me little sleep at night and no reason to leave bed during the day. But just typing this out over the last ten minutes or so is giving me some purpose. And I promise that I also find plenty of wacky humor in life and most posts won't develop into yet another depressing recession story. I don't know to whom I'm making this promise, since no one will read this, I guess myself. I don't promise myself much, we'll see if that might aid in this catharsis.