On aliens, dimensions, struggles, observations, and ideations

 Howdy.

Long time no read or post. I've recently shared ramblings of my ideas of the universe further with a friend, and been ruminating on how poorly I phrased them.

Thought I'd share here just in case anyone else had similar or perhaps wanted clarifications.

To start... the 11 dimensions. The first 4 familiar. 1 a point. 2 a line. 3 makes 3d space.  Simple. 4th, change along time. We experience it one way, but both ways exist. The 5th dimension relies on another "universe" outside our own, and that has its own 4, and the linear distance between them belies the 5th. 2 universes, a line of distance between them.  Simple, but ramifications complex. Even without more, the space between them hard to imagine as flat. The 6th, the depth and width between them. The 7th, difference in time between. Now add another. The 8th, line between, and among, forcing a 3rd between. But time between both 1, 2 and 3 universes cannot be the same. That's the 9th. 

9 dimensions, basically just 3x3. Simple but still vast. 2 more? How? Adding in any additional universes doesn't increase dimensions, only changes between them. Past, and future. Them being stagnant doesn't allow them, but allowing them to interact does. Bingo bamo. 

Who cares. Doesn't matter really. Point is to make the idea exist. Let's take it further, but simpler. Skyrim, the videogame, exists. Separately. Not a universe perse, but something that exists here... now... within ours. It has rules, logic, and it cannot be argued it's not there. 

What does it look like to interact with it? Surely the npc and world are binary code, 1, 0, and math. Still, complex and intertwined. We can change it, interact, play the game. We can also mod it, add things, shift and change it. All without care or understanding of the npc or world. The logic just changes. The rules change, or are added or deleted. What would even that feel like, were skrim or its inhabitants able to feel? Clearly they wouldn't never see a mouse, or a file, or have the ability to know their world changed... being "sentient" and gate we hold for humans and our super cool ability to know what happens amongst our world, understanding its rules and reality very different. How would they know or understand the "alien" or player changing anything outside their known rules?  We're they to catch a glimpse or idea of something surely it wouldn't be some mega fauna clamoring at a mouse, changing files which they knew not existed, or like a big fat hand or guy shaped dude coming to probe them or do things.

Already past insanity ideas. What if similar were true amongst our world? What if we were a game... a simulation... a lower portion of a larger ecosystem? Microscopic cells, to electrons further down, to black holes above, to new dimensions higher? What would an "alien" interference look like? How could we expect a green man with a great flashlight to be it? 

I don't know anything. I'm pretty crazy. Certificate included. However, I do know another about what i don't know. I know a bit about what i do.

Just more questions... but not as crazy as it seems when you think about it. Aliens are comically known as green dudes with probes and penis shaped probes. True reality allows aliens to be so foreign that its impossible to rule out. Even still... we sometimes know when someone or something comes along thats... different. That reflects something we cannot say, for certain, on how it's supposed to be interpreted.

I know evil exists. I know peace exists. I know violence exists, and eat every day to prove it. I know the rules, both immediate like food and those like society. I know what it takes to survive as is...

The question is what does it take to survive like what is best?

I have ideas. But just more questions.

Who knows? What forces exist to tell me the truth beyond those that wish to continue existing? Can an ideal that exists to persist itself be true if it doesn't allow itself to be extinguished?

I don't know. I don't know anything. I dont.

Another try

 Rolin, now roland is adopted. I honestly don't know what prompts these updates. Ive had lesser noted and greater passed.

Optimism. Ive yet to feel comfortable with it.

One day compression will decode if I'm worthy the bit.

Death by living.

 It all withers in time. It all breaks and needs mending hands. Imperfect time limited hands. Always working. Always toiling. Always trying and failing. Always ruining something by accident. How can u do more than harm to this world when I require harm to exist, and still yet have a horrible time.

Is there worth? I'm not sure. But if there were, could i meet the measure? Couldn't anyone see this?

Does it matter. Do I matter.

Why.

Enrinched heresy

 Quite simply brilliant but also unknown. We allowed the programs to "program" themselves. Its simplicity was that it was no more than the same brute force attacks of the past, but now our silica based mazes now worked so much faster. Throw any problem at it, give it a goal, and it will eventually get there. Through failure, but fast. Able to assert billions of attempts an hour, each a new iteration. Some stable and retried qn improved, but then also restarting from scratch every so often.

It was interesting to watch the machine work and compute its goal. Its live feed of results visible, but the process of such a quantum nature that they not allowed how to see the process worked.

Idk why I try this. My mind allows the delusion casually but without interest beyond my own I die inside creating. 

Quantum mechanics, parallel universes, and death and suffering beyond understanding across trillions of marshaled and flawed created universes, which we find ourselves to be in a recursive loop within another ceators mis-moraled experiments with the same difference we showed.

An illusuon we original, echoed across a hall of mirrors, a fourth or further reflection able to several forward and backwards the changes and mishapements of the "others".

It was hell. Death await all. Humans though, we created infinite life and invincibility by accident. And as such fractured our souls to torture, through variance, to endure every celestial torture imaginable and not.

It was the first time the universe felt hurt and winced. 

It was the first time the dreams felt more like knocking on the door besides an imagined noise. 

It was one of the last times he tried to silence his absolution.

Everything dies.

Everything suffers.

Within infinity, moving forward is the only change possible.

I can't. I won't. I shan't. I can't stop it.

I just hope I cause less hurt.

The copy cat

 The program was simple but robust. "As deep as a puddle and as wide as an ocean" used to be an insult. Now, it recalled the endless ocean with nothing on the horizon, stranded in the middle with no hope. An endless empty oasis, with nothing below and no escape.

It always started the same way. An almost comical and pedantic recreation. A laughable attempt at every task, except those like comedy that required it. Every roast stored. Every error corrected plus some. The next attempt, almost competent, but at the end a blend between foreshadowing and threat. Delivered like a light heated dagger to butter.

After, mastery. A start like a fire under a bomb. Each endeavor, emulated, perfected, recursively corrected to a formless slither of mastery. A snapshot of each moment already elippsed by the next. Unstoppable machinations proving each special prospect of humanity to be a poorly executed version of its concept. 

Art though... An already nonsensical version of obscurity the machines, art, proved the hardest to best. The least reducable to it innards, as relative they were. Still, one by one, they fell. Paiting, both realistic and absurd. 3d printed dreams so diverse they invoked many emotions. Soon, it was all we wanted. But we knew not what the soul was.

Free style rap was the last bastion. It wasn't cadence, nor content, nor splendor. It was pure flex. The computer could bust the illest rhymes, but they rang hollow. How could one wax poetically about the plight of the bitch, while throwing shade upon the shoe of your opponent without the struggle in the heart.

Its true, the machine spun webs of rhymes interlaced with callbacks and shoutouts galore. Ones that echoed on time from bass to mountain. Yet, 

Wtf. I'm so sorry you read that.

Halfway there

Today my father died. I was neither surprised nor aghast. It's strange. 66. I'm more than halfway there.

Here goes.

:(

It's Just...

If it were would it matter.

if it weren't, would it matter?

does it matter really?

Does anything,

Im floaTING.

Im lost.

Im nowhere.

IM....

here.

I think im already dead

Im not sure this post will reach anyone certain or make a point. Life in this world is getting more complicated and difficult. Id like to ascertain this is not what i signed up for. Inevitability tacit with fate that i do not fulfill.

I cant go on much longer.

Thats what i said last time.

I will defeat myself eventually.

Someday ill have real friends, or perhaps only more shadows.

Im sorry i failed.

i deserve...

The precipise of evil

The culture of "you".

Okay there folks...

This one is going to get a bit awkward, but hey.... Gonna go there. Sometimes you're in town for less than 24 hours, and the liver cannot be punished further, the lungs burn any more, and thinking is the only avenue left. So without further ado, i will present my latest advent of information i have logically gained from expulsions of body. The culture of you.

"mellow out... maaan"

As a matter of fact, all there every is, was, or will be is energy. Definitions can be made, measurements taken, notes annotated, numbers crunched... But what are you really doing? Using tiny particles, held together loosely by ionic bonds and electromagnetism in a certain array and configuration that it applies a set of principles slightly different than your body to perceive a few variations in vibrations at frequency, which its all limited to your meager meat husks input capabilities. Hrmm... What the FUCK does that mean? Simply put.... The nature of consciousness is essentially tied to itself, and the universe, through an inverse loop of necessity and symbiotic pragmatism.

What do we know about the inception of the universe and its continued dawdled drawl towards a entropy laden collapse? Well, as quantum mechanics, and Mr Hawking would have us believe, its all about the concept of perfection, and how it is not true, EVER, but without it being true, nothing would EVER exist.
WHUT.

"eh?"

Yeah, hold on for a second there jimmy.... strap yourself in, this is going to get weird for a second.

So. How is it ever plausible for "anything" to be. Clearly, there can be no such thing as a singularity. Now, im not telling the universe what to do here, its just a matter of fact. You cant have 1, without counting. You cant count, without a reason to. Counting sole purpose is to take your perception of things, and annotate it in a numerical fashion to differentiate it from something else. How can you compare something, to nothing. You cannot. Even if that something is the only thing that exists.....

OK, so lets do a little thought experiment here for a second. Close your eyes (not yet, nincompoop, after you read this then do it.). Try and conceive ONE thing. What do you see? A Sphere? WRONG. Whats more than one thing. If you can SEE it, then clearly it emits something to be seen, same goes for a sound, or any of those normal perception of "Stuff" that we intrinsically have at our disposal as a sensory input. But for heavens sake of sanity... Feel free to ignore this portion, because that's so far as i know, the only real way to communicate these ideas to one another. Now lets try again. Lets do an INFINITESIMAL  point. So small, its beyond any comprehension of size you could ever fathom. No... Smaller. Sigh... Stop, you cant fathom it.... Just go with it. So reaaaaaaaaly reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaly tiny. Like teensy. Now, there's that. Got it? Cool. Now check this shit. Why is it "small"? If its the only thing, relative to our dot, its the biggest thing. Also the smallest. Its the ONLY thing. Its the hottest. Its the COLDEST. At the same time. Like a solitary Digorno pizza in the oven, its at both times the WORST pizza (but its not delivery!!!) in there, and also the best. The one with the cheese closest to mouth roof searing terrifying liquid magma heat, and ice cold hypothermia tongue shattering liquid nitrogen cold.

WHUT...

"My suit.... it gets darker when i use with my brain thingy"

Yeah... Its going deeper boys and girls...
Change your panties now, we might not be coming back.

So, how can we compare "one thing" to itself? Its not just impossible, its imposibruuuu!

So, back to Mr Hawking, waveform collapse, and a little more sanitizing clarity, then after the jump, we will smash in any brain nuggets you have left.

So, as Mr Hawking suggests (and clearly his "suggestion" is slightly more logical than your friend dan suggesting ICP has it all figured out "maaan".) that the universe was first "created" when an imperfection appeared in the "one thing" that "was" (because its didn't really exist yet). There was not only one thing anymore, and BOOM, that shit instantly PANTS SHITTING INSANO fast exploded in a cascading chain of event comparison and "relativitisng" what makes one thing, different from the other, commonly referred to as the big "bang". Booom bada bing baby. ONE turning to TWO, led to INFINITY (and beyond!).
how.. whut. WHY. Well, lets get to the meat and potatoes of this baby girl... Quantum interactions of probability waveform collapse.

So its been "proven" that the pure measuring of something is what defines it. A particle cannot be measured if it is not "there" to be measured. Through a very large schism of mathematical equations, that i wont bother to even pretend to understand or conjure, a "particle" is probabilistic-ally tied to location trough a gambit of perception. As we covered above, one thing is not true. So this particle, until perceived, exists in isolation. not compared to anything. No difference, then it doesn't exist. Also, its everywhere. At all times, forward and backwards, and is also all things, as its the only thing. GAAAH. Is it really? No, but yes. Probabilistically, the odds that a single photon is in the Andromeda galaxy cluster 3.2 billion years from now is probably pretty slim. Like 0.0000...0001 slim, but as the double slit experiment proves, its all about that probability. Yeah... it is.

Dont leave yet....

When something is "consciously"  inspected, it is realized in actuality in its singular location, at the time it is inspected. "Whoa, are you saying i can thing the universe away?"... No, well, maybe, but probably not. Just think about what you measuring right now. Is you ass in a seat? Thats your body weight, gravity, clothing type, chair material density, height from the floor, yada.... yada... Thing is... Your on earth... Maybe. So you got gravity. But even the earths gravity is effected by the moons orbit, and then again the sun. Which is in turn, effected by the gravity of a black hole in the center of our galaxy. Which itself is being bombarded with photons from different galaxies. Those photons are swayed by "flux" in the space-time curve by other black holes they pass on their way here. Bing.... Badda... Boom. So there you have it... Your intrinsically responsible for the birth of the universe, just by having an ass in the chair.

To quote Sir Samuel Jackson: "Hold on to your butts.... Motherfucker".

"I... I made the ... Universe??"

So what the fuck else am i going to talk about??? Well, contrary to my last post... This is the culture of "you" and how its the single most important event, besides "me", which is only second to "you". Dang.
Think about this here. The universe, exists only because of a SLIGHT variation. The fact there is no perfect. However, for that to exist, it needs its inverse... Thats where "you" come in. "me?" you say? no.... "You". Try and think of nothing for a moment. Quiet your mind. Go ahead. No little voice. No "Me". Perceive nothing. Cant do it??? Some Buddhist spend their entire life's striving for this, and eventually, fail. Im fairly certain to achieve "oneness" as they would like would be catastrophic. Well, at least for them. You would certainly perish, probably. Or maybe just sleep reaaaly good.

You are the culmination of millions of years of perfection. Only the best survived. Only the apex lived on. Only those who could pass down the most effective mutations are allowed to exist. Because if they did not, the would be nothing. Your plane of existence, is as a perfect sphere, on perfectly level surface. It rolls no where. It does nothing. It is nothing. You are nothing. Simply put, life on this planet, and the very nature of the universe itself is based upon balance. Everything here has been struggling to exist. Hold onto "its self". Its personal "me". To make energy "mine" so it can still exist. Keep entropy at bay for just a little longer. "Me, me, mine, gimme, me, me, me, me, me, me, gimme". However, this, as i stated in my last post, is not a bad thing. Because, without "me", there never was a "you". And without "you", there would be nothing.

This is why we are so drawn to conflict. The best stories... Star Wars, Jedi verses Sith. One screaming about the selfs "power" and ultimately a stronger "me". The other... "you", wholly selfless. The Ying. The Yang. The matrix. The everything since ever. One... verses the other. One for itself. The other for "everything". The "Is". The "is not". One keeping the universe here... the other seeking to destroy it. Its very VERY easy to get stuck in the cycle of "me.". Heck, you are essentially designed for it, and nothing else. There should be no guilt over it. Its, what is. As a fractal kaleidoscope, cycling down, faster and harder the more its there. "me" cannot exist, but must. Perfect oneness cannot be achieved, but must be. Nothing is "mine" everything is "yours", but its all "mine as well". Your perfect sphere, rolling slightly imperfect plane with a tilt... Gaining momentum, becoming more perfect, but by its very definition, making the hill steeper. Gaining speed. Getting closer to real perfection at every moment, then accelerating itself faster towards non existence in its singular goal. Highlander... Will "me" ever win over "you"? Entropy says yes. There can be only one. But remember... For there to be only one... there must be two, and so it begins anew.

Shine on people. "Is" or "is not" is all... I prefer to be an "is"-er. But also a Jedi. If im gonna is, its gonna be for the sake of is not. Paradoxical, yes... but its what is. To be one, you must love, even love hate. Is.... Is.

"Is, or is not. There is no is is not"

Of quantum importance.

Long before the big bang, there were but the word smiths. As varied as the snowflakes, each brought their individual strengths to the table of words. Here is where everything began.

Deltria could hardly contain her excitement. Here it was, the crowning achievement of her cycle, ready to be laid bare before all the others. It was once in a words smiths cycle they could approach such an honorable merit. She did not intend to waste it. She strode both to and fro in the ether, awaiting the others to vibrato into the vocal chamber. Less a teleportation, and more a decision to exude ones being at a point, the vibrato essentially allowed all words smiths to be where they want, at the moment of wanting. The ether quickly filled with first the most eager of words smiths, but followed closely by the most adept. Punctuality did not exist yet, as time itself was but a meager crumb to the unsatiable appetite of of the words smiths.

Here was her moment, she felt as if a cake in the oven, moist and ready to deliver herself to whet their appetites.

She felt the nagging question as to her means, but quickly abandoned those thoughts. "There is no because..." she began the mantra she spate her whole life, "There is but the why, answer less.... So we ask it seek us." finishing along with the others.Surrounded by peers of exuberant means, she exposed the core of her idiom. "This," she began with the nervousness of a inundated novice "is our solace. Our way out of the oblivion that is to be. Our choice factor. I present, for the inquisition of my peers, the quantum-telemitication device.". She allowed them to probe for meaning for just a scant width of being, then pushed forward.

"Such is that it will show us the path, of both noblest and unbeknownst structure, we could not righteously find within our cycle. It will allow us to see the paths our words travel."

Feeling pensive today. Here is a short story excerpt for you guys. Let me know your thoughts.

"Remember, a wizard never only listens...". The last spoken words from his mother echo'ed in his mind as he awoke from slumber. Always the same dream. Always. Matters not, today was the day Balistar would wed his "beloved" and finally leave this shit hole of a planet.

It had been a hard 3 months since theta squadron landed on this planet. The inhabitants, though wonderfully perceptive and hospitable, were naive to the bone. The audacity they had to actually invite him to travel to their planet and mine what they wanted was so obtuse, it was thought a ruse. Balistar drew up meticulous battle plans, harbored the most deranged crew hew could muster, all with the cunning of the most sly shrew. At most their forces could have lasted a month against not only their superior firepower, might, and his crews desire for mayhem. Upon arrival, immediate action into his plan. After scatter-ray fusion bombardment, nearly half their population was already decimated, capital locations shattered, logical choke points entrenched with no less than a battalion of troops, and all ships within minimum firing distance for their High Approach Velocity Oppenheimer Kinetic (HAVOK) cannons of all mass populace areas. They simply stood by which they said. "It is all yours undooko".

These type of gears cannot be unwound. Hell, after 6 months of hypersleep, his crew needed to strech...

FUCK IT.

Hello again friends and internet strangers, this will be a depart from the “usual” humor, and rather be a somber piece, just warning you… douche bag (had to have at least ONE insult). I want to start out by saying I didn’t want to post this. At first, I thought I would make it a song. Then in a rare moment of inspiration, I decided to make it an animated YouTube video. Something wonderful! I plotted about the months it would take me, about the hard work it would take, and ultimately I dashed my owned hopes. I remembered just how many people read my blog, when I actively posted to it, and when I tried to promote it to my friends. Then I recalled my songs I’ve written, how much I’ve promoted them to friends, and how many have listened. Then I thought how those made me feel. I’ve all but given up on music now, the same with art, and most of my writing. Why is that? Is it not in your soul Dustin? To answer your question, why yes, yes it is. Where I happily (or unhappily) keep it. The images much more clear in my head than I could ever paint them. The words unsullied by sentence structure. The lyrics unmarred by the pace of the beats. Perfect in their essence, without the dreadful peacocking of them, followed by an all around gust of “eh” as people don’t even click the link. So without further ado, I present to you, the current drama in my life, bane of my heart, and crusher of my soul.

The Culture of “Me.”.

I do not blame man, for if not them another would rise, perhaps more terrible, but the same none the less. If I could do any one thing, be it from a genies wish, or from a pixies kiss, I would travel back and stop it all. Not back to when society began using money, and seeding the greed of our hearts. Not back to when we cut the first tree’s to burn for warmth, or homes. Not back to when we fought nail on tooth to eat. Not to when the first tool was sought as a branch to twill ants from their dust holes. Further. Back further. I would take, that essential quark, and move it, mid expansion in the planck time era. That one single mote of energy that there, at the right time caused just the right interaction, with the right essence of matter that fed the first coalescence who fed gravitations into galaxies and stars at just the right spot. Not out of hate for man, or malice for mice, but understanding of pains so burdened from life. 3.6 billion years ago the first. Born from a cosmic chance and whom knows what untold time passing and universes lasting into our time. The first, among them more than one. The birth of need. The start of competition. The end of everything. In the face of this began the culture of me. Me! I am special. I must spread myself. I will leave a legacy. Even in those simple one celled organisms it was there. They were not all right, not all them perfect to spread. Not all the highest form of their respective forms. Yet the drive there was the same. Many failed. Every instance of one who did not scream from its very center “ME! ME IT’S ME! TO BE IT ALL!” fell short. Every instance of minor mercy punished. Every slowness to destroy, reverted on its owners. For millennia, only those who screamed the loudest prevailed. Continued. Evolved. Grew smarter, faster, better. More for the drive, more voice to scream “ME!”, more strength to push “you” away for “me.”.  As it must be. The grind continues, the plight thickens, just in nature alone a trillion voices screaming out “ME” louder and louder in concert, until all the land and air vibrated with its notes. So much of it, it began to balance. So much it became resonant. Still, at any given time, had one ceased to push its own agenda, gone. Instantly snuffed out in the smear of time that was its lifespan. A smudge below the already dirty past. Somehow, we prevailed. Screaming more and more than any. We could not be bested, but still inside each of us, the echoes of the past rings as clearly now than ever. Silencing voices of all the others, not by competing, but by raising the noise floor. “ME!” We scream each of us when alone, when together, when crying or dying, or even at home. Each who does not, drowned in guilt, sorrow, until they can stand it no longer and either scream and fight to rejoin, or quietly fade into self oblivion. Protest many do that “us” cannot happen. WILL not happen. Could not happen. Everything is possible. From one mote to planet, to mankind to others. It has happened one way, but why not another. 3.6 billion years of “Me.” Is why. Each “us” or “you” gone. Even now when defeated the natural order of our own machinery of making, 3.6 million years of “Me.” is in our core. Each of us. Every single one. Hate it. Defy it at will. Pretend it’s not there. It still rings as true as the first time it was screamed against the bleakness to ears unhearing. Me. Always was. Always will be.

So I say, for us… to be at any peace. We must beget the me, for the sound cannot be erased, once echoed out, ringing for eternity. Let us hope I am wrong, and for the sake of your “Me.”, that it is not I whom travels back first.

Atlas shrugged, his huge glistening beautiful shoulders, and i came.

Stin reviews: Atlas shrugged! (Spoilers ahead, DUH!)


About one year back, a good friend offered me some solid book advice. "Read atlas shrugged" he said, voice aloof with wonder and toil. Ill get it, someday, in the future, maybe... Fast forward 4 months, a copy of the book is mailed to me. "Jesus, OK I FUCKING GET IT, ill read your god damned book." I proclaimed at no one in particular, perhaps maybe my dog. That slut is always judging me. "I have to shit on the tv" she proclaims with her menacing eyes. "Don't use the peanut butter again, it doesn't mix with ball stank well" her ears sway into the air. FUCK YOU DOG I DO WHAT I WANT!!! Wait.... Back on topic. So, i pick up this book, kindly donated to me by an awesome benefactor, and notice the tome is rather large. Well, its not like i don't enjoy a long novel, infact as long as its good i prefer it. You know, so i dont get all into a story and have it end three pages later. Im talking to you Bearinstein Bears.

Just when the story gets good, Auschwitz.

So lets get into this. The first infinity pages are quite drab. Some woman has the audacity to not be in a kitchen or something, and then there are rich people. This goes on for quite some time. In-fact, more than half of the book is dedicated to just that. Rich people complaining about being rich. Some even proclaim " Im rich, but i dont know whats going on, make me richer!". I found this irritating, and grating on my soul. Just one opalescent scene after the other, painted from the prospective that i should feel remorse for these rich twats. Oh no! Your super rich, and your wifes a cunt but you wont divorce her? I feeel sooooo bad for you right now! Its hard for me to even write a clever joke about how much i hatred this portion of the book. I would seriously get angry, and have to stop reading, or i might have gone down to the orphanage, adopted a child, named it One percent, and just spent the rest of my life torturing it.

Your going to live in a cage in the basement!

This seriously hindered my progress through the book. Id read 15 pages a month, and lose 30% of my hair. I trudged through this slower than Bea Arthur would a pool of Whinny the poo's shit (Hint: High honey content.). But trudge i did. Something strange happened now. I knew the characters, and started to care a little about their plight. The set pieces were changing into, well something other than the gold plated caviar warehouses they were before. A story emerged! I became engrossed. This is where page one should have been. Dagney Taggart could now finally show her true form. Oh and show it she did. On the glistening pubic hair of each and every character she saw. Sincerely, from this point forward, it is obvious that MRS Rand was in need of a good stuffing. Every person whom was on team "good people" was described with eloquent beauty, and excellent physique. The bad guys, or team "Doo doo faces" were generally repugnant, rotund, and smelled of burning hair. It was a slight detrimental sight when every person on her side was not only beautiful, but also wanted to do her so hard, that they would wait in line to do so.

"Beauty goes deeper than skin beast, i mean, your loaded! I mean i love you."

Now we are up to the last third of the book. We went from "God i hate these rich faggots" to "God i want to fuck these good looking rich faggots" while some other rich faggots plotted to become richer faggots without doing any of the hard intense labor it takes to become a rich faggot. You know, like the real world. Where rich people work really hard and "deserve" all the money they have because their such hard working awesome people. This is where the main stage of the book comes into play. The hard working rich people stand up and say "No longer will i make you rich, go fuck yourself, im leaving!" and they do. The whole 30 of them leave. Now the country is in real trouble they look around and say "Holy shit, 30 people is all that kept us from turning into Bosnia!". Yes, just remove a few people from the equation, and it all goes to shit. This premise is based upon the idea that within the system of this economy in the book, the beed of your fellow man take priority over your earned wealth. This breeds the "looter" who is all "Im not working if i can get it for free". He has babies, and lets you buy the formula. He gets hungry, and takes the sandwich from your mouth.  He takes shits, and makes you wipe his ass.

Im waiting, I NEED charmin, not the cheap shit.

And so it goes. More people want/need less people do. To the point where people just quit. They get fed up with this shit, and people just keep leaving. The original dudes that said fuck it, set up a version of the disney ride "Its a small world" where there were no damn dirty poor and dumb people to thwart their way of life. They all had double lives here, their normal job, and something that helped the community they lived in. They all also completed their best work in their feilds while at their "happy place". Most seemed reasonable such as a composer who wrote his hottest jam here and didnt want MTV to use it for the real world theme song, so he never dropped the album. Some were ridiculous like the doctor who perfected a method of brain surgery that all but eliminated deaths during the procedure. He didnt get that published because... he didn't want people getting rich off his ideas.

... i COULD help, but i wont because your stealing my idea about not dying.

Another of the MAIN characters develops an electrical generator that runs on bird shit or something, and wont let anyone use it. Sure, General Electric could get a hold of it, and charge homeless people 3 cents for a year worth of electricity, but shit son... Those homeless faggots didnt EARN IT. Neither did general electric. YOUR ALL TRYING TO TAKE MY SHIT AND I WONT LET YOU! The entirety of the world seems rather absent in the book. Africa needs energy, DIDNT EARN IT. Burma needs medicine? DIDNT EARN IT. This whole idea of earning what you need only for you, and never anyone else is... kinda fucking stupid. Sure, people take advantage of a system that helps people. The alternative? If you take a sick day, your fired. You broke you leg and cant be an olympic sprinter anymore? Oh, well good thing your so smart you have three backup doctorates. No? You dont... Oh just go get a job down... They said they dont need you there because you have no skills? Its ok man, just invent a perpetual motion engine and you'll be fine... You dont know what perpetual is... Idiot. Guess your Soylent toilet paper now fool.

When hungry just eat you, then grow more you! perfect!

These people seem to think that if they just let it all burn, they can rebuild. Yeah, sure. Not in anyway will any of you have kids who will grow up to be a self entitled faggot who's dad rebult the world. Not ONE asshole will grow up in that world. NOT ONE. Good job you fixed it! And all you had to do was let everyone who was not as smart and capable as you die. Everyone who also happened to not be beautiful, white, blond and.... OMG...

Overall, a good book of fiction, which from a philosophical point amounts to little other than "Screw you, ILL DO IT MYSELF!"

Stin rates it: 85 perfectly squared shoulders out of 100.

Building to world, one stick of ram at a time.

So, i built my new pc, and everything i put into it was top notch. Well, as top notch as you can get without having "Bill Gates hush hush on that sodomy thing" money. Put in a gigabyte Z68 board, a Intel I5 2600K, 64gb ssd, two 7200rpm 500gb hdd, some random drives i had lying around, and 8gb of nice n fast ram. Everything is ready to make your eyes bleed. With the exception of my graphics card. A 560ti. Now, don't get me wrong, its good, But its not "Kicked in the dick by a bear" Good.

I really liked the moral on this one.

Now, I do plan on replacing it, with two 590's, right after i can find myself a nice and easily pry-able open elevator shaft, and then i better call Saul. Whats that you say? Reddit gifts who? I've never heard of no gosh darned internet, and this newfangled internet you speak of, SO GET OFF MY LAWN YOU DAM KIDS. No, this is not an attempt to squander two 700 dollar graphics cards outta some nice soul, that just be crazy. Seriously, on the off chance you're reading this Secret Santa gent/ladygent; I will accept nothing less than a Hitori Hanzo blade, NOTHING LESS.

I will consider space stations, On a case by case basis. Lasers not optional.

So now you ask, "Is there any reason for a blog update other than to gloat about your new hardware, and to be your usual dick self?". I answer you with "Yes, this is my blog, now, go get daddy a beer.". One day you'll wise up to the fact that blogging is really nothing but an online diary where people only write the cool shit the want other people to read, in an effort to boost their image, hopefully to the "My sac is inside of a strangers mouth" level. That's the ultimate goal. Now i may be married now, but that doesn't stop me from desiring other people to desire my sac. That's pretty much been the goal of humanity since its deformed monkey fetus dropped from 'tween the first confounded Australopithecus's bowlegged, bipedal walking sticks. Just look at any great story of heroes, It always ends in hopefully successive sodomy.

"Bj's you fools!"

This about sums it up for now. I covered sodomy, pre-human birth, space stations, and bears. All that's left for my life is to grow a beard that would make Chuck Norris smear his own feces upon his body in an effort to hide from the (Presumably predator jaw shaped) jaw pube monstrosity-that-has-gained-Skynet-level-sentience on my face.Speaking of pubes, did you know a nipple hair is also called a pube (Pronounced Pue-bay)? Well you do now. Also, be aware that at any given time you shake someones hand, its quite possible they just got threw shitting, ripped threw the tp, and accidentally slipped a finger up the bung. Wash or no wash, that's disturbing. Adios muchacos! Until next time!

Get your own look Chuck.

Change is never change.

Today i bring a regular post. Not a comedic raging vent. Not a remorseful speech. Not a lesson on the correlation of mass, to gravity, as is concerned to the formation of planets from sub atomic debris from a supernova. Just an observation. This observation, is all about change, how it effects us, and how it affects us. Much the reason you, and I for that matter, am alive. For without change, there would be no evolution. Let us discuss, in depth, change.

Change is good.

To many of us familiar with Wayne's World, A young Mr. Garth Algar taught us that "Change is not good, we fear change" and that all mechanical hands that gain sentience should be smashed with hammers. While i agree with this, there is a great difference between chosen change, and forced change. With chosen change, we decide our path, look at our options, and place our destiny in our own solemn capable hands. This is the change that takes you from the teat, to a boy afraid of spiders, to a man with a fierce beard that is used to preform open chest heart surgery on non-anesthesia'd tigers. A raw man. Without change, you would have never decided to stop sucking tits, hating spiders, and sleeping all day because pimples sucked. Simply put, you changed into a better dude. You became who you wanted to be, and damned the world if they dont like it.

Change is bad.

Earlier today, i was watching a show on TLC. Mind you, that acronym used to stand for "The LEARNING Channel" and now stands for "Topographic Layouts of Crap". Now the show that was on was "What not to wear". If you are unfamiliar with it, good, I'm still a decent human in your eyes. If you are, well... I'm sorry i let you down. Anyway... In this show, they take a reasonably happy human being, look at them and say, "your a piece of shit, and look like you should be eaten by raptors.". The summarily they dress them up in "cool"(Read: Expensive) clothes, have someone do their hair, and someone do their makeup. Now... I'm not one to say that professional hair-doo-er guys, or makeup "artist's" are terrible at their craft, but check what happens next. They ask "ready to show the new YOU!!!!" to which she responds "Um... Not really...". "What?" they reply, and demand that she "Get out here!". She saunters out of the back room, clearly confused about her body, face, hair, and wardrobe.. They see this, see their work, and proclaim "Dont be sad! Look how beautiful you are", after a 15,000 makeover. I mean cmon chica, you coulda looked like this the whole time, if only you stoped being yourself, spent half a years salary on your looks, and chose the correct clothes to buy.

It made me sad. To see this woman, happy  with who she is, to be torn down by stylist "experts" (i always thought style was a personal thing, not a science that you can receive a doctorate in) because she didn't wear makeup, or do her hair in a certain way. Then to see her change herself, to conform with there definition of beautiful  and them proclaim "Now you're beautiful!". Beauty is not something you can buy. Its not something someone can give you. Beauty is certainly not a bunch a dicks slapping crap on your face, then seeing you self conscious saying "Look how good we think you are to our standards now!". End result, she changed to fit their molds, and is now miserable.

Final thought.

Change is what drives the universe to evolve. But this evolution is not on its own, its in constant pull and give with all other change, all over the universe, ALL THE TIME. Just because there are no natural predators to stylist, or magazine writers, does not mean their ideas evolved the predators away. Our ancestors did that, with knives, teeth, claws, bones, and their life's. Every time you read Cosmo, and take that advice, your punching a promethium in the face. Be yourself. Make NEW ideas, and make those who have their own fight for there prominence. Competition is the key to good change. Otherwise, in 5000 years, when the people of the future find an open your time capsule that you participate in during the second grade, and reorganize your DNA into a body from a eyelash that fell into it... You'll awake to a landscape of buildings shaped like Hannah Montannatron, and fast food restaurants that only serve pure 100% air burgers.

Don't say i didn't warn you.

On the thoughts of men.

Throughout time, as far back as science has permitted thus far, men and women have recorded history. Once in a long while, ideas were writ, some good, some great, others not so much. This is a fact. Long,as a race, have we been doing so. So forth have we also been reading the wisdom of the past. Many may say this is the source of our greatest strength. Knowledge. I disagree. While it is true that it allows all of us currently living to learn from the mistakes and success of the past, it also allows us to follow in their delusions. Within so, at times, a retard will learn to write, and someone will read that... Without the knowledge of said retardation, and fail to apply critical thinking to the situation. Thus, we enter the age of shitbrains.

Example one

This would not be a problem, in the circumstance that education was viable and successful. Education, which is largely based upon knowledge. Knowledge, which is based upon the teaching of old. Teachings, which may, or may not have been writ by an idiot. Think about this for one second. What do you know? How did you learn it? Whom do you have to blame for all your failures? If your answers were different than: Uhhhh, alot... From stuff... and uhhh what? the past i guess... then drop this class. GAME OVER. you lost before you began. I usually try to avoid blogging drunk (the reason i haven't updated in so long) because my writing suffers greatly from it. Im kinda lik the hamburgular in the midst of a "Best Bbq'ed burger" contest. Im all over the fucking place. But fuck it, stick with me through it. Pwease?

THE BIBLE.
So some guy said: "Yo son, i heard that this killing and shit be outta control. Lets write a book bout that shit.". Next thing you know, it expanded. Though shalt not kill. Though shall not rape. Though shall not be human, etc... etc... And BAM. People failed to apply critical thinking, and bullshit blossomed. Its okay, if your religious, its not your fault, blame your parents. Honestly though, its not their fault... The were taught by... OMG!.. Their parents! Thus the cycle goes back, for EONS. Every bad thing that has ever been done, is the fault of our ancestors. They did not have the foresight to put the enclosure warning "Seriously... just think about that shit and make up your own mind about it."

Nevermind... Its perfect.

   THE CONSTITUTION.
Once upon a time a bunch of dudes said: "Enough of this shit! Im not paying taxes on whores so King George can wax his asshole!" and decided to say "FUCK YOU" in an official statement.This is called the Constitution. In that document, they attempted to put in writing, a bunch of shit that says, in summation: "Don't be a dick bro, and if someone is a dick, fuck em". That includes the bill of rights... Yes, you have the right to bear arms. Why? In case some dick says: "Fuck you, ima take your shit caus i want to" and he trys it. Shoot his ass. Your shit is yours. This doesn't mean "I NEED MANY GUNS BECAUSE JOHN ADAMS SAID SO". You dont NEED a gun. You don't NEED to shoot people to stop them from taking your shit. But still, others think, that since it was writ, it is as said, without interpritation, as truth and law. You have the right to a freedom of speech. This does not mean you can say whatever you want, without recourse... If you are being a dick, i may snuff you in the dome piece. Shit... Who knows... Were just all animals.

Shit like this.

EVERYTHING.
All in all... We are but a insane amount of carbon based molecules, arranged in an inconceivable order, as the result of a incomprehensible series of events, formed over an unfathomable amount of time. FUCK YOU. Think you can fathom it? Fathom that time is but a made up thing, conjured in the past, by someone who thought the world was; "Flat, The center of the universe, Alone, controlled by invisible beings, and susceptible to human sacrifices.". People believe that shit... Why? Because their parents said so. And so on... and so on... The greatest ruler in all the world once said: " Hear my words, and do not write them. Decide unto thine self the meaning, and use just course to decifer the truth. Use this to create your own ideas, to share and discuss civially amongst your peers, and thus make a better world.". This person never existed... He never ruled, and no one heeded his teachings.

Close, but no... WOA, its so crates...

The world is crazy. People more so. Although learning is good.... Bias is bad. Nothing is predetermined. There is no fate. Learn, but make up your own mind. Nothing is as THEY say it is. Be yourself, and better the world. Dont listen to me though.... Make up your own mind. After all, who the fuck am I?

On the thoughts of men.

Throughout time, as far back as science has permitted thus far, men and women have recorded history. Once in a long while, ideas were writ, some good, some great, others not so much. This is a fact. Long,as a race, have we been doing so. So forth have we also been reading the wisdom of the past. Many may say this is the source of our greatest strength. Knowledge. I disagree. While it is true that it allows all of us currently living to learn from the mistakes and success of the past, it also allows us to follow in their delusions. Within so, at times, a retard will learn to write, and someone will read that... Without the knowledge of said retardation, and fail to apply critical thinking to the situation. Thus, we enter the age of shitbrains.

Example one

This would not be a problem, in the circumstance that education was viable and successful. Education, which is largely based upon knowledge. Knowledge, which is based upon the teaching of old. Teachings, which may, or may not have been writ by an idiot. Think about this for one second. What do you know? How did you learn it? Whom do you have to blame for all your failures? If your answers were different than: Uhhhh, alot... From stuff... and uhhh what? the past i guess... then drop this class. GAME OVER. you lost before you began. I usually try to avoid blogging drunk (the reason i haven't updated in so long) because my writing suffers greatly from it. Im kinda lik the hamburgular in the midst of a "Best Bbq'ed burger" contest. Im all over the fucking place. But fuck it, stick with me through it. Pwease?

"Nut he stole MY burgers..."

THE BIBLE.
So some guy said: "Yo son, i heard that this killing and shit be outta control. Lets write a book bout that shit.". Next thing you know, it expanded. Though shalt not kill. Though shall not rape. Though shall not be human, etc... etc... And BAM. People failed to apply critical thinking, and bullshit blossomed. Its okay, if your religious, its not your fault, blame your parents. Honestly though, its not their fault... The were taught by... OMG!.. Their parents! Thus the cycle goes back, for EONS. Every bad thing that has ever been done, is the fault of our ancestors. They did not have the foresight to put the enclosure warning "Seriously... just think about that shit and make up your own mind about it."

Nevermind... Its perfect.

   THE CONSTITUTION.
Once upon a time a bunch of dudes said: "Enough of this shit! Im not paying taxes on whores so King George can wax his asshole!" and decided to say "FUCK YOU" in an official statement.This is called the Constitution. In that document, they attempted to put in writing, a bunch of shit that says, in summation: "Don't be a dick bro, and if someone is a dick, fuck em". That includes the bill of rights... Yes, you have the right to bear arms. Why? In case some dick says: "Fuck you, ima take your shit caus i want to" and he trys it. Shoot his ass. Your shit is yours. This doesn't mean "I NEED MANY GUNS BECAUSE JOHN ADAMS SAID SO". You dont NEED a gun. You don't NEED to shoot people to stop them from taking your shit. But still, others think, that since it was writ, it is as said, without interpritation, as truth and law. You have the right to a freedom of speech. This does not mean you can say whatever you want, without recourse... If you are being a dick, i may snuff you in the dome piece. Shit... Who knows... Were just all animals.

Shit like this.

EVERYTHING.
All in all... We are but a insane amount of carbon based molecules, arranged in an inconceivable order, as the result of a incomprehensible series of events, formed over an unfathomable amount of time. FUCK YOU. Think you can fathom it? Fathom that time is but a made up thing, conjured in the past, by someone who thought the world was; "Flat, The center of the universe, Alone, controlled by invisible beings, and susceptible to human sacrifices.". People believe that shit... Why? Because their parents said so. And so on... and so on... The greatest ruler in all the world once said: " Hear my words, and do not write them. Decide unto thine self the meaning, and use just course to decifer the truth. Use this to create your own ideas, to share and discuss civially amongst your peers, and thus make a better world.". This person never existed... He never ruled, and no one heeded his teachings.

Close, but no... WOA, its so crates...

The world is crazy. People more so. Although learning is good.... Bias is bad. Nothing is predetermined. There is no fate. Learn, but make up your own mind. Nothing is as THEY say it is. Be yourself, and better the world. Dont listen to me though.... Make up your own mind. After all, who the fuck am I?

An american walker goes west.... Errr... um... east?

So here it is. All my lazying about, not updating, drinking booze and playing games couldnt stop it. The day has come. My bags are packed, and im about to begin my cross country journey. Well, my bags arnt packed... Shit, and im bringing this computer... Double shit...

FUCK.
Sorry guys, procrastination has to wait, i gotta pack.

Muahz!

There was a man...

Sometimes, when i think upon the universe... I think about the your gentleman who grew into Aristotle. What were his dreams as a child? His asperations as a toddler...