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?

"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?

Here we go again.

So another week done, another begins. Back on the ole boat, in the ole ocean, doing some ole floating around. Had enough time this weekend to get the rest of the bloatware of the comp im usuing for the cade. 43 fucking gig's of it. Christ almighty! That fucking vongo bitch reared its ugly face too. Got all that under control, them managed to suck mame's dick, got that bitch situated. Got my stick's set up, then somehow productivity screetched to a halt. Many hadoukens were thrown, but no casing built. It was neccesary to test before i build a cabinet for it right? haha sure does cut down on my productivity though, thats for sure. Also been trying to do science in between watching that nifty show Game of thrones. Game of thrones is pretty sick, but seems to be moving really fast through the story. Science goes well, as i have goten my long time girlfriend to help build some theorums with me. This references portal 2, in case your confused. SCIENCE! Also, after being on land for almost 4 days last week, i found out beer still taste's good, so thats good. Easter came and went, pretty sure i saw a jesus bunny, and he left candy crosses on my patio. This is also the patio my dog (proxy) shits on... so wont be eating those. Shant be eating the shit that was shunt on the shat... i think. Till next time!