By the way, for those of you who are curious.
Canada was cold and it sucked. I won't be going back soon. And definitely not in the Winter.
Though I'm glad I went in the first place. I mean, yea, if I could do it over I WOULDN'T, but that's because I have the experiece of doing it myself, which I am proud of. Next stop: BotCon.
For now though, I'm gonna check if they have a new Un-Skippable yet, then go to bed.
Awww, they don't.
18.1.09
One Last One For The Night
I know I've made like 5 of these today, but I had a few closing notes before I went to bed, and I figured, if I committed to writing them all down, I'd have a better shot at sticking to them if I committed them to paper. But I suppose the Internet works too.
Firstly: someone bought Jazz for less than $20K! I'm so jealous. I guess that since they're making a new movie this year, they'll have more cars available for sale soon? I totally want a Transformers: ROTF movie prop for Christmas.
Also, did I mention I signed up for classes today? Well, I didn't. I did it yesterday. But I'm not sure if it'll stick, since they told me I wouldn't be able to until Tuesday. Since I was working Tuesday, I added the classes to like a queue -or something? I dunno?- and was showing my mom how she could sign me up when the time came. Instead, when I clicked the button she was supposed to click, expecting it to tell me "NO", it told me "YES". So I paid and am now enrolled in 4 classes. I may have to drop out of one, though. I managed to not notice that Philosophy 101 was scheduled for MONDAYS as well as Wednesdays at 9AM. I work Mondays at 9AM. So yea, if I can't work something out, I'll probably drop that class.
BUT I TRIED.
I feel weird sometimes... I feel like I should have accomplishments recognized that are merely what is expected of me. Like taking four college classes a semester. No big thing for most people, but I feel like for me it's an achievement. Even if I'm probably going to drop one. Cuz hey, I'm still working nearly 40 hrs a week. Speaking of, the other day, my boss pulled me aside and told me to stop coming in late because I had been, like 10+ minutes (I actually was like TWO HOURS LATE last Tuesday morning, through various faults of my own). So Friday, I made a special effort to show up on time. 3:45. (I have no idea why this was the time, but okay). And when I saw my boss that day, I ALMOST went "Hey, I made it in on time today!" like it was something to be proud of. I thought that conversation through, though, and realized his reaction would have probably been along the lines of "yeah, that's what we PAY you for. And that's what everyone else does. You're not special."
I am special. I know I am. In my own little ways, I'm awesome all over. And I'm really proud that I am who I am. I'm failing at the traditional life story-arc, or whatever, but I'm failing SPECTACULARLY, and I'm having a blast doing it, too. And I'm really glad that I have the support of all my friends and family to do so. But I'm trying. I promise.
When I say "I'm special" (which isn't something I do out loud much, but here it felt appropriate), I'm kinda reminded of the same mantra held by those people who had to ride the short bus to school. Not to knock disabled people, or differently abled, or whatever they would like to be called. They're nice enough in general, and I mean no offense. But that's not what I mean when I say it. Though just saying it DOES remind me of my one weird little paranoia. One I've never told anyone until now. Here goes.
I worry that I'm socially inept or otherwise mentally handicapped in some way that I can't notice, and everyone has been told to ignore it and treat me nice. I'm fairly confident this isn't the case, but every once in a while I'll say something that'll come out garbled, and I KNOW I got tongue tied saying it, and it'll just get ignored or something.
Of course, I don't let it get to me. My other big worry is that my OTHER bizarre paranoia IS getting to me. I'm afraid of being attacked by inanimate objects. It started out as just seeing faces in objects, usually when I was alone in the bathroom, and imagining them with evil intentions, or just suddenly snapping and biting at me. Over time it's gotten worse. Chairs I'd pass would seem ready to run over towards me snarling. Now, it seems like every time I find something lying on the ground in the wrong area at Target, it's got some malicious intentions. I once very carefully did not allow several pieces of wrapping I found on the floor touch each other, fearing that if they did, the spirit within them would be reborn, and its first act would be to bite my hand off.
Again, in my head I know this is all nonsense. I can tell the difference between fantasy and reality. My ultimate goal is to write some form of fiction in which inanimate objects are coming to life for no real reason, and conquer the fear that way. What's truly strange is that I'm not afraid of Transformers. Self-aware, self-motivated cars, trucks, planes and tape-decks don't freak me out. I guess because they're clearly robots. Or, in the case of the Beast Wars/Machines saga, they're animals, and animals are supposed to be self-aware and self-motivated. I've got no explanation for it, really.
Wow, I wrote a lot more than I thought I was gonna. Good night.
Firstly: someone bought Jazz for less than $20K! I'm so jealous. I guess that since they're making a new movie this year, they'll have more cars available for sale soon? I totally want a Transformers: ROTF movie prop for Christmas.
Also, did I mention I signed up for classes today? Well, I didn't. I did it yesterday. But I'm not sure if it'll stick, since they told me I wouldn't be able to until Tuesday. Since I was working Tuesday, I added the classes to like a queue -or something? I dunno?- and was showing my mom how she could sign me up when the time came. Instead, when I clicked the button she was supposed to click, expecting it to tell me "NO", it told me "YES". So I paid and am now enrolled in 4 classes. I may have to drop out of one, though. I managed to not notice that Philosophy 101 was scheduled for MONDAYS as well as Wednesdays at 9AM. I work Mondays at 9AM. So yea, if I can't work something out, I'll probably drop that class.
BUT I TRIED.
I feel weird sometimes... I feel like I should have accomplishments recognized that are merely what is expected of me. Like taking four college classes a semester. No big thing for most people, but I feel like for me it's an achievement. Even if I'm probably going to drop one. Cuz hey, I'm still working nearly 40 hrs a week. Speaking of, the other day, my boss pulled me aside and told me to stop coming in late because I had been, like 10+ minutes (I actually was like TWO HOURS LATE last Tuesday morning, through various faults of my own). So Friday, I made a special effort to show up on time. 3:45. (I have no idea why this was the time, but okay). And when I saw my boss that day, I ALMOST went "Hey, I made it in on time today!" like it was something to be proud of. I thought that conversation through, though, and realized his reaction would have probably been along the lines of "yeah, that's what we PAY you for. And that's what everyone else does. You're not special."
I am special. I know I am. In my own little ways, I'm awesome all over. And I'm really proud that I am who I am. I'm failing at the traditional life story-arc, or whatever, but I'm failing SPECTACULARLY, and I'm having a blast doing it, too. And I'm really glad that I have the support of all my friends and family to do so. But I'm trying. I promise.
When I say "I'm special" (which isn't something I do out loud much, but here it felt appropriate), I'm kinda reminded of the same mantra held by those people who had to ride the short bus to school. Not to knock disabled people, or differently abled, or whatever they would like to be called. They're nice enough in general, and I mean no offense. But that's not what I mean when I say it. Though just saying it DOES remind me of my one weird little paranoia. One I've never told anyone until now. Here goes.
I worry that I'm socially inept or otherwise mentally handicapped in some way that I can't notice, and everyone has been told to ignore it and treat me nice. I'm fairly confident this isn't the case, but every once in a while I'll say something that'll come out garbled, and I KNOW I got tongue tied saying it, and it'll just get ignored or something.
Of course, I don't let it get to me. My other big worry is that my OTHER bizarre paranoia IS getting to me. I'm afraid of being attacked by inanimate objects. It started out as just seeing faces in objects, usually when I was alone in the bathroom, and imagining them with evil intentions, or just suddenly snapping and biting at me. Over time it's gotten worse. Chairs I'd pass would seem ready to run over towards me snarling. Now, it seems like every time I find something lying on the ground in the wrong area at Target, it's got some malicious intentions. I once very carefully did not allow several pieces of wrapping I found on the floor touch each other, fearing that if they did, the spirit within them would be reborn, and its first act would be to bite my hand off.
Again, in my head I know this is all nonsense. I can tell the difference between fantasy and reality. My ultimate goal is to write some form of fiction in which inanimate objects are coming to life for no real reason, and conquer the fear that way. What's truly strange is that I'm not afraid of Transformers. Self-aware, self-motivated cars, trucks, planes and tape-decks don't freak me out. I guess because they're clearly robots. Or, in the case of the Beast Wars/Machines saga, they're animals, and animals are supposed to be self-aware and self-motivated. I've got no explanation for it, really.
Wow, I wrote a lot more than I thought I was gonna. Good night.
About Me
"Hey, my name is Greg. I'm six feet tall, I've got no sense of smell, and I've been sober for nearly 24 years."
Accurate, no?
Retroactivity
If you've been checking my blog religiously, you should go back and check again; I just added a post dated for Dec 30th. Yay flexible time-space continuum.
While I'm here, I'd like to express my displeasure at the quality of my Netflix instant feed on my X-Box. It usually works fine, but now that I've got Windows 7 up, its all gone to shoot.
Eh, while Ive got this box here, I might as well...
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"Random Encounters"
Red Three checked the clock. Thirty seconds until the cruiser Discovery came out of the slipstream tunnel over Io. Then Red squadron's fighters would be ejected out into vacuum and possibly the biggest dogfight in Three's long career flying with the group. A quick final check showed everything to be in order, both with his own craft and all his squad-mates. Three closed his eyes and waited for the eventual hum that would signal sub-light speeds.
The hum never came. Instead a loud explosion awoke Red Three from his meditation. His instincts took over at that point. As soon as the slipstream outside shifted to solid matter, he jammed the accelerator and blasted out of the hangar bay. A quick glance showed that only a few of his companions did the same. Reds Seven, Eight and Eleven had made it out in one piece. The rest of the squadron never emerged from the growing fireball that was the Discovery.
Red Three flicked on the comm. “Red squad, form up on me. I'm taking point.” As the four fighters assumed a diamond formation, Three struggled to collect his thoughts. He knew random things like this were bound to happen, and he simply had to adapt. Hoping his voice sounded more confident than he felt, he continued: “There's no time to worry about what happened to Discovery. I'm sure the field techs will have plenty of answers once we've secured Io Station. We've got a mission to do, and you know we can do it. Three out.”
Under normal circumstances, the view through Three's cockpit would have seemed pretty, or even beautiful. Beneath them, the moon of Io was lit up with the cities of the colony buzzing about in the night, while in front, Jupiter had begun to rise over the horizon. Above lay only the endless stars twinkling gently.
But the real gem, in Three's eyes, hung dead center in his sights. Io Station, the moon's primary defense and communication nerve center. If they could disable that, the entire moon would be put effectively out of the war, or better yet, open for reclaiming by the Solar Federation.
The trick, as his commander had put it, was in disabling the station without destroying it. Simply destroying it would be a piece of cake. Line up a squadron, launch a volley of torpedoes, watch the station fall victim to gravity. But destroying the station would only let all of Io's already restless defenders off their metaphorical leashes. As it was, all the ground installations around the moon were remote-controlled by the orbiting station. If the stations communications relays could be frozen without going offline, they whole moon's defences would be locked in “sleep mode.”
That was the theory, anyway. Three never was much for the technical side of these operations. He just needed to know when and where to shoot. Going into this mess, he'd been confident that was going to simply be flying cover, while the wing leaders did all the technical stuff. Instead now he was left in charge of the only wing, trying to remember where exactly the service hatch was and which button would launch the drone needed to sabotage the array.
Before he could get too lost in thought, Three's radar began to ping as enemy combatants entered range. The once pristine vista had erupted with silver and green specks of Colonial Resistance fighters. It wasn't enough to blow up two thirds of Red Squad before the battle began, these Collies were out for the whole she-bang. Three decided he wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
“Red group: break left and pick up targets of opportunity!” As the fighters swerved left Three barely glanced a volley of laser fire they had narrowly sidestepped and breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. “Stay close and try to work your way towards the station.”
For the next few minutes Three saw the space above Io as a swirling, swarming mess of confusion. He had only split seconds to react each time a fighter zipped through his targeting scanner. He counted five kills confirmed before his screen began beeping for his attention. His targeting computer had located the entrance to the service passage.
“Red Group, form up on me. We're only gonna get one chance at this. Eleven, you and I will head straight into the tunnel. Seven and Eight are to wait outside the entrance and make sure no baddies come in after us. Got it?” A trio of affirmatives rang out through Three's headset. “Okay good, let's gun it!”
The formation turned directly for the station, and accelerated as fast as they could towards their goal. Three focused his shield strength toward his aft in preparation for any unwanted tailgaters, and set his orbital mine to its most narrow sensitivity. With any luck he could drop it in behind him and halt any unwanted company in the shaft.
As Three's fighter pulled away from the melee, he felt a sense of calm about him. Again his view was unobstructed by the chaos of battle, and he saw only the calm certainty of heavenly bodies hovering in place. Jupiter had now moved to take up almost the entire sky in front of him. Then, suddenly, it exploded.
“What the hell just happened!?” Three spat.
Eleven decided it wasn't a rhetorical question and answered with a helpful “I dunno, sir.”
Red Three watched in horror as, in the space where Jupiter once was, a cloud of vapor began congealing into a singularity: a black hole. Even now the pull of its super-dense gravity was tugging Io out of its orbit. Io station dramatically tumbled away from Three and disappeared into the black hole's maw. And Red squadron, or what was left of it, now found themselves locked in a dive they could not pull out of, headed straight for oblivion.
At times like this, when times looked their worst, great men have often uttered their most poignant, elequent, final words. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” Three groaned, as he stared at the black abyss growing before him. The speedometer on his screen began scrolling out of control as he was sucked into a single particle. There was a moment impressive physics to gawk at as, for a mere instant, the nose of his craft seemed to stretch from the view-screen on into infinity, and then.... blackness.
The black cockpit opened to reveal a pair of pink pigtails attached to a head smiling back in at the pilot. “Hi Gary! Have fun?”
“No”, grumbled Gary as he pulled himself out of the simulator. “I was, but then I got sucked into black hole. Did you have something to do with that, Zirc?”
Zirconia smiled at her friend. “A pilot's gotta learn think on their feet. You never know what could happen in the middle of a battle, right?”
“I know that the planet Jupiter is never gonna go supernova and turn into a quantum singularity. That's just retarded.”
“Well how do you know? It could. Maybe.”
“No, it couldn't.”
“See Gary, this is why you're stuck on as a bell boy on this stupid cruise. You've got such a narrow mind.”
“No, Zirconia.”Gary couldn't believe he had to say this. “Planets do not explode.”
“Krypton did.”
“Krypton was made of Kryptonite. That stuff's bad news no matter what's involved.”
“Well, maybe Jupiter has some Kryptonite too?”
“No, it doesn't. We've checked.”
“We who.”
“I dunno. Scientists. Besides, Kryptonite is fictional, as in, not real.”
“Sure, Gary, and you're whole 'Solar Federation' is as real as it gets.”
'How did this conversation get this far in the first place?' Gary wondered to himself. To Zirconia, he simply said “Just shut up.”
The two walked in silence together for about ten feet before Zirconia had a brilliant insight.
“Does the Hamburglar work for McDonalds?”
“What?”
“Cuz if he does then he'd get free food, so he shouldn't have to be stealing it all, right?”
“What in the Sky are you talking about?”
“C'mon Gary, I'm hungry. Let's grab a bite.”
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Yay bizarre fiction. I hope to continue this work in the future.
While I'm here, I'd like to express my displeasure at the quality of my Netflix instant feed on my X-Box. It usually works fine, but now that I've got Windows 7 up, its all gone to shoot.
Eh, while Ive got this box here, I might as well...
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"Random Encounters"
Red Three checked the clock. Thirty seconds until the cruiser Discovery came out of the slipstream tunnel over Io. Then Red squadron's fighters would be ejected out into vacuum and possibly the biggest dogfight in Three's long career flying with the group. A quick final check showed everything to be in order, both with his own craft and all his squad-mates. Three closed his eyes and waited for the eventual hum that would signal sub-light speeds.
The hum never came. Instead a loud explosion awoke Red Three from his meditation. His instincts took over at that point. As soon as the slipstream outside shifted to solid matter, he jammed the accelerator and blasted out of the hangar bay. A quick glance showed that only a few of his companions did the same. Reds Seven, Eight and Eleven had made it out in one piece. The rest of the squadron never emerged from the growing fireball that was the Discovery.
Red Three flicked on the comm. “Red squad, form up on me. I'm taking point.” As the four fighters assumed a diamond formation, Three struggled to collect his thoughts. He knew random things like this were bound to happen, and he simply had to adapt. Hoping his voice sounded more confident than he felt, he continued: “There's no time to worry about what happened to Discovery. I'm sure the field techs will have plenty of answers once we've secured Io Station. We've got a mission to do, and you know we can do it. Three out.”
Under normal circumstances, the view through Three's cockpit would have seemed pretty, or even beautiful. Beneath them, the moon of Io was lit up with the cities of the colony buzzing about in the night, while in front, Jupiter had begun to rise over the horizon. Above lay only the endless stars twinkling gently.
But the real gem, in Three's eyes, hung dead center in his sights. Io Station, the moon's primary defense and communication nerve center. If they could disable that, the entire moon would be put effectively out of the war, or better yet, open for reclaiming by the Solar Federation.
The trick, as his commander had put it, was in disabling the station without destroying it. Simply destroying it would be a piece of cake. Line up a squadron, launch a volley of torpedoes, watch the station fall victim to gravity. But destroying the station would only let all of Io's already restless defenders off their metaphorical leashes. As it was, all the ground installations around the moon were remote-controlled by the orbiting station. If the stations communications relays could be frozen without going offline, they whole moon's defences would be locked in “sleep mode.”
That was the theory, anyway. Three never was much for the technical side of these operations. He just needed to know when and where to shoot. Going into this mess, he'd been confident that was going to simply be flying cover, while the wing leaders did all the technical stuff. Instead now he was left in charge of the only wing, trying to remember where exactly the service hatch was and which button would launch the drone needed to sabotage the array.
Before he could get too lost in thought, Three's radar began to ping as enemy combatants entered range. The once pristine vista had erupted with silver and green specks of Colonial Resistance fighters. It wasn't enough to blow up two thirds of Red Squad before the battle began, these Collies were out for the whole she-bang. Three decided he wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
“Red group: break left and pick up targets of opportunity!” As the fighters swerved left Three barely glanced a volley of laser fire they had narrowly sidestepped and breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. “Stay close and try to work your way towards the station.”
For the next few minutes Three saw the space above Io as a swirling, swarming mess of confusion. He had only split seconds to react each time a fighter zipped through his targeting scanner. He counted five kills confirmed before his screen began beeping for his attention. His targeting computer had located the entrance to the service passage.
“Red Group, form up on me. We're only gonna get one chance at this. Eleven, you and I will head straight into the tunnel. Seven and Eight are to wait outside the entrance and make sure no baddies come in after us. Got it?” A trio of affirmatives rang out through Three's headset. “Okay good, let's gun it!”
The formation turned directly for the station, and accelerated as fast as they could towards their goal. Three focused his shield strength toward his aft in preparation for any unwanted tailgaters, and set his orbital mine to its most narrow sensitivity. With any luck he could drop it in behind him and halt any unwanted company in the shaft.
As Three's fighter pulled away from the melee, he felt a sense of calm about him. Again his view was unobstructed by the chaos of battle, and he saw only the calm certainty of heavenly bodies hovering in place. Jupiter had now moved to take up almost the entire sky in front of him. Then, suddenly, it exploded.
“What the hell just happened!?” Three spat.
Eleven decided it wasn't a rhetorical question and answered with a helpful “I dunno, sir.”
Red Three watched in horror as, in the space where Jupiter once was, a cloud of vapor began congealing into a singularity: a black hole. Even now the pull of its super-dense gravity was tugging Io out of its orbit. Io station dramatically tumbled away from Three and disappeared into the black hole's maw. And Red squadron, or what was left of it, now found themselves locked in a dive they could not pull out of, headed straight for oblivion.
At times like this, when times looked their worst, great men have often uttered their most poignant, elequent, final words. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” Three groaned, as he stared at the black abyss growing before him. The speedometer on his screen began scrolling out of control as he was sucked into a single particle. There was a moment impressive physics to gawk at as, for a mere instant, the nose of his craft seemed to stretch from the view-screen on into infinity, and then.... blackness.
The black cockpit opened to reveal a pair of pink pigtails attached to a head smiling back in at the pilot. “Hi Gary! Have fun?”
“No”, grumbled Gary as he pulled himself out of the simulator. “I was, but then I got sucked into black hole. Did you have something to do with that, Zirc?”
Zirconia smiled at her friend. “A pilot's gotta learn think on their feet. You never know what could happen in the middle of a battle, right?”
“I know that the planet Jupiter is never gonna go supernova and turn into a quantum singularity. That's just retarded.”
“Well how do you know? It could. Maybe.”
“No, it couldn't.”
“See Gary, this is why you're stuck on as a bell boy on this stupid cruise. You've got such a narrow mind.”
“No, Zirconia.”Gary couldn't believe he had to say this. “Planets do not explode.”
“Krypton did.”
“Krypton was made of Kryptonite. That stuff's bad news no matter what's involved.”
“Well, maybe Jupiter has some Kryptonite too?”
“No, it doesn't. We've checked.”
“We who.”
“I dunno. Scientists. Besides, Kryptonite is fictional, as in, not real.”
“Sure, Gary, and you're whole 'Solar Federation' is as real as it gets.”
'How did this conversation get this far in the first place?' Gary wondered to himself. To Zirconia, he simply said “Just shut up.”
The two walked in silence together for about ten feet before Zirconia had a brilliant insight.
“Does the Hamburglar work for McDonalds?”
“What?”
“Cuz if he does then he'd get free food, so he shouldn't have to be stealing it all, right?”
“What in the Sky are you talking about?”
“C'mon Gary, I'm hungry. Let's grab a bite.”
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Yay bizarre fiction. I hope to continue this work in the future.
Christianity Makes No Sense
I love playing Devil's Advocate. Even when my 'Devil' turns out to be God Himself.
Warning, a lot of this makes no sense, but I found it amusing none-the-less.
Warning, a lot of this makes no sense, but I found it amusing none-the-less.
(07:00:50 PM) Mider: were to find a muslim
(07:00:53 PM) Mider: i wihs i could find a muslim wife
(07:01:32 PM) effervescence: why?
(07:01:38 PM) effervescence: would you convert to islam?
(07:01:47 PM) Mider: nope
(07:01:54 PM) Mider: cause they arent disrespectful like american women
(07:02:22 PM) effervescence: but a good muslim woman would only want to marry a good muslim man
(07:02:35 PM) Mider: why
(07:02:37 PM) Mider: supposidly
(07:02:42 PM) Mider: muslims are suppose to love jews and christians
(07:02:46 PM) effervescence: because you're an infidel
(07:03:09 PM) Mider: nope
(07:03:14 PM) Mider: they have to love christians and jews
(07:03:34 PM) effervescence: yeah, but not in a husband/wife sort of love
(07:03:44 PM) Mider: dude
(07:03:46 PM) Mider: im not interested
(07:03:47 PM) effervescence: its in the same way that all christians are told to love their neighbors
(07:03:48 PM) Mider: in some bossy bitch
(07:03:50 PM) Mider: im sorry
(07:03:54 PM) Mider: this is the land of the free and all that
(07:03:56 PM) effervescence: i understand
(07:03:57 PM) Mider: but im not interseted
(07:04:05 PM) Mider: yes you understand but not really
(07:04:11 PM) Mider: cause understanding aint gonna get me a women like that
(07:04:25 PM) effervescence: well i dunno
(07:05:19 PM) effervescence: i think theres a difference between showing respect out of love and showing total obedience out of blind faith
(07:05:28 PM) Mider: what are you talking about?
(07:05:33 PM) Mider: you believe in a God who killed davids son for no reason
(07:05:41 PM) effervescence: no i dont
(07:05:45 PM) Mider: and who killed alot of male infants just for the fact that they were infnants
(07:06:21 PM) effervescence: i prefer to think of that as a grey area of my faith
(07:06:28 PM) Mider: right
(07:06:31 PM) Mider: well
(07:06:35 PM) Mider: i prefer to believe in the entire bible
(07:06:36 PM) Mider: or none of it
(07:07:29 PM) effervescence: but you're okay marrying a woman who not only believes Jesus wasn't the son of God, but in fact believes you are doomed to eternal punishment because you do? i find it hard to believe that woman could respect you
(07:07:45 PM) Mider: she's a muslim
(07:07:47 PM) Mider: she has to respect her husband
(07:07:55 PM) Mider: eternal damnation?
(07:07:56 PM) Mider: dude
(07:07:57 PM) effervescence: she has to respect all muslim men
(07:08:00 PM) Mider: i dont know if God is real ok?
(07:08:26 PM) effervescence: so then you don't know if you believe all of the bible?
(07:08:39 PM) effervescence: the point is that SHE DOES
(07:08:49 PM) Mider: i dont care what she does or doesnt
(07:08:50 PM) effervescence: Quran, not bible, but the point stands
(07:09:09 PM) Mider: i dont care dude
(07:09:15 PM) effervescence: but because she believes what she believes, whether you like it or not, SHE WILL NOT RESPECT YOU
(07:09:21 PM) Mider: she better respect me
(07:09:21 PM) effervescence: this is what I'm trying to get across
(07:09:46 PM) effervescence: now, asian women, theres a group of women who treat men out of a cultural obligation rather than a religious one
(07:09:50 PM) effervescence: find one of them
(07:10:00 PM) Mider: ive met asian women
(07:10:02 PM) Mider: they arent that nice
(07:10:13 PM) effervescence: the nice ones are
(07:10:41 PM) Mider: you really dont believe that God?
(07:10:47 PM) Mider: killed 200 million people in the flood of noah?
(07:10:53 PM) Mider: or that He had all the male children killed by moses?
(07:10:58 PM) Mider: or that he killed davids baby boy?
(07:11:19 PM) effervescence: i managed to miss a lot of the david story
(07:11:38 PM) Mider: david killed a man for his wife
(07:11:45 PM) effervescence: but i know that when he did what he did, it was for the greater good
(07:11:45 PM) Mider: because he slept with her and got her pregnant
(07:11:50 PM) Mider: to cover it up
(07:11:54 PM) Mider: he had the man killed in war
(07:11:59 PM) Mider: so then God said ima punish you
(07:12:02 PM) Mider: and God killed the baby boy they had
(07:12:09 PM) Mider: and then God also turned davids OTHER son absolon
(07:12:10 PM) Mider: against david
(07:12:13 PM) Mider: right the greater good?
(07:12:17 PM) Mider: a dead baby is for the greater good?
(07:12:23 PM) effervescence: yes
(07:12:30 PM) Mider: wow
(07:12:34 PM) Mider: what a great God you got there man
(07:12:35 PM) Mider: and here it hought
(07:12:38 PM) Mider: the bible said
(07:12:43 PM) Mider: no punishing hte kids for the sins of hte parents
(07:12:54 PM) effervescence: they aren't being punished
(07:13:02 PM) effervescence: they're being killed as sacrifice
(07:13:02 PM) Mider: um what is killing them then?
(07:13:09 PM) Mider: oh a sacrifice
(07:13:09 PM) Mider: so now God sacrifices people?
(07:13:19 PM) Mider: wow
(07:13:26 PM) effervescence: he used to
(07:13:30 PM) Mider: wow
(07:13:33 PM) Mider: what a great religion
(07:13:36 PM) effervescence: im pretty sure he stopped doing it involuntarily
(07:13:42 PM) Mider: God doesnt change
(07:13:45 PM) Mider: thats what the bible says
(07:14:01 PM) effervescence: god changes
(07:14:04 PM) Mider: nope
(07:14:05 PM) effervescence: god is infinite
(07:14:06 PM) Mider: it says he never changes
(07:14:08 PM) Mider: it says
(07:14:15 PM) effervescence: god can do whatever he wanst
(07:14:15 PM) Mider: and i qoute "god is the same today tommorow and yesturday"
(07:14:19 PM) Mider: nope God cant lie
(07:14:37 PM) effervescence: he can make a boulder so large that he cannot lift it
(07:14:42 PM) effervescence: then he can lift it anyway
(07:14:50 PM) Mider: dude
(07:14:52 PM) Mider: God cant lie
(07:14:55 PM) Mider: or Sin
(07:14:56 PM) effervescence: yeah he can
(07:15:00 PM) Mider: NO DUDE
(07:15:00 PM) Mider: OK?
(07:15:02 PM) effervescence: he's infinite
(07:15:03 PM) Mider: THE BIBLE SAYS HE CANT LIE
(07:15:04 PM) Mider: OK?
(07:15:04 PM) effervescence: omnipotent
(07:15:08 PM) Mider: WELL YOUR NOT GOD OR THE BIBLE
(07:15:13 PM) effervescence: so...
(07:15:14 PM) Mider: YOU DONT PROCLAIM WHAT IS TRUTH OR WHAT ISNT
(07:15:20 PM) effervescence: the book god wrote says that god can't lie
(07:15:21 PM) effervescence: is that possibly
(07:15:22 PM) Mider: IF YOU DID YOUD BE THE BIBLE OR THE POPE
(07:15:23 PM) Mider: BUT YOUR NOT
(07:15:23 PM) effervescence: a LIE?
(07:15:37 PM) Mider: do you know what God says about removing and adding to His bible?
(07:15:46 PM) effervescence: yeah
(07:15:51 PM) effervescence: im not saying someone else did it
(07:15:52 PM) Mider: it says whoever takes from this book i will take from him his place in the book of life
(07:15:56 PM) Mider: and it says
(07:15:57 PM) Mider: if you add
(07:15:57 PM) effervescence: im saying GOD LIED ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO LIE
(07:16:03 PM) Mider: wow
(07:16:05 PM) effervescence: which he can do
(07:16:06 PM) Mider: so you calling God a liar?
(07:16:09 PM) Mider: wow
(07:16:11 PM) Mider: ok
(07:16:13 PM) effervescence: if the shoe fits
(07:16:16 PM) Mider: and you cal yourself a christian?
(07:16:23 PM) effervescence: occasionally
(07:16:27 PM) Mider: oh man
(07:16:27 PM) Mider: bye
(07:16:29 PM) Mider: im done talking to you
(07:16:33 PM) effervescence: i call myself Greg
(07:16:34 PM) effervescence: ^_^
(07:16:45 PM) Mider: i call you hypocrite
(07:16:46 PM) Mider: bye
(07:17:14 PM) effervescence: why?
(07:17:21 PM) Mider: cause thats what you are
(07:17:22 PM) Mider: bye
(07:17:24 PM) Mider: stop talking to me
(07:17:28 PM) effervescence: fine, sorry
Hiatus
It's been a while since I posted to this. Haven't had TOO much to say (though I did write a short story / cold-open-to-a-novel-or-something I should post here soon). Just thought I'd drop in and let any faithful readers know that I'm gonna be offline for I'm gonna be using Lent as an opportunity to wean myself off my Internet addiction, if I truly have one. My reason for writing this so early (Lent doesn't start until February 25th this year, over a month away), aside from giving everyone early notice, is that I'm trying to stock up on ways to keep entertained.
I'm going to use my break to catch up on some reading, and possibly enjoy Netflix (I'd better make sure my queue is good for a while). Also, I plan on exercising, concentrating on schoolwork (I'm taking four classes this semester! AGH!) and maybe learning to cook, via My Personal Trainer: Cooking for DS. Speaking of, I plan on working through some of my (non-online) video game backlog. Item's on the chopping board are Prince of Persia: Sands of Time and Kingdom Hearts: re: Chain of Memories for PS2, Pokemon Ranger and The World Ends With You on DS, Grand Theft Auto 4, Half Life 2 its episodes 1+2 for X-Box 360, and Resident Evil 4 for Wii. I doubt I'll have time to get through all of them, but I should be able to make at least a sizable dent.
I've also got, as I hinted at, a stack of books sitting here, and movies too... I'm fairly certain that I've got plenty to entertain me. That said, if anyone has any suggestions on stuff I should read, watch, or play, I'm open to suggestions. So drop me a line. Also, if anyone wants to keep in touch with me, I will be keeping my cell phone with me at pretty much all times, so seriously. Drop. Me. A. Line.
I'll probably update my Twitter and Facebook from my phone, as I see fit, so you won't miss me, I'm sure. But I expect to see lots of mail when I get back.
I'm going to use my break to catch up on some reading, and possibly enjoy Netflix (I'd better make sure my queue is good for a while). Also, I plan on exercising, concentrating on schoolwork (I'm taking four classes this semester! AGH!) and maybe learning to cook, via My Personal Trainer: Cooking for DS. Speaking of, I plan on working through some of my (non-online) video game backlog. Item's on the chopping board are Prince of Persia: Sands of Time and Kingdom Hearts: re: Chain of Memories for PS2, Pokemon Ranger and The World Ends With You on DS, Grand Theft Auto 4, Half Life 2 its episodes 1+2 for X-Box 360, and Resident Evil 4 for Wii. I doubt I'll have time to get through all of them, but I should be able to make at least a sizable dent.
I've also got, as I hinted at, a stack of books sitting here, and movies too... I'm fairly certain that I've got plenty to entertain me. That said, if anyone has any suggestions on stuff I should read, watch, or play, I'm open to suggestions. So drop me a line. Also, if anyone wants to keep in touch with me, I will be keeping my cell phone with me at pretty much all times, so seriously. Drop. Me. A. Line.
I'll probably update my Twitter and Facebook from my phone, as I see fit, so you won't miss me, I'm sure. But I expect to see lots of mail when I get back.
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