it's not nice, when i don't have the slightest idea what's going on in the most important parts of my life. when i can't tell whether i'm stepping over a sidewalk crack or on the edge of a vast crevasse with my death spelled out in the bottomlessness.
chocolate cake... i love chocolate cake
embracing the ignorance, i close my eyes and bury my head in the sand. and fucking Hate it.
2010-11-16
2010-11-11
driving cars
i occasionally get to drive a car.
what is it in people's minds that makes them... far less polite... when driving cars?
i watched today, stopped in my mom's car, at an intersection with a stoplight, while a couple of dozen cars drove through, all in nice line, ignoring the person stopped in a car, several cars in front of mine, with his left turn signal on. eventually, of course, the stoplight turned red again, traffic briefly stopped, and the car in the front of the line i was in moved off to the left. it didn't Startle me, but i thought it was interesting.
the car behind that one (the one that got to turn, after the light had changed back to red), also had a left-turn signal on, and i got to watch while several dozen more cars flowed through the intersection, preventing his left turn.
i wasn't anxious, and i'm perfectly happy, while seated in the relative comfort of a car, listening to music, smoking a cigarette, and drinking a coffee, to sit there with my foot on the clutch for hours, i guess. fuck, anything beats standing at an open bus stop in the rain when it's 20* F. so, whatever.
but:
FIRST! what possesses people to NOT let that guy, who clearly wants to turn his car and cross through the intersection to the left, do so? can they not spare the 1 1/2 seconds?
SECOND! why doesn't that guy, sitting in that car, intent on turning his car left, just fucking GO once that light turns green? is is his reaction time really so much slower that he can't risk the incident? people, stopped at lights, can't possibly be THAT self-obsessed that they'd really deliberately accelerate quickly to prevent him. i suppose. unless they're typical fat, self-obsessed, anti-human, thoughtless americans, i mean. and how many of those could there possibly be?
THIRD! when _i_ drive a car, that turn signal has a purpose. it means i intend to move the car in that direction. it doesn't mean, "may i please move this car in this direction". it means i am going to move the car in that direction. if yours is there, it is going to feel the bump.
what is it in people's minds that makes them... far less polite... when driving cars?
i watched today, stopped in my mom's car, at an intersection with a stoplight, while a couple of dozen cars drove through, all in nice line, ignoring the person stopped in a car, several cars in front of mine, with his left turn signal on. eventually, of course, the stoplight turned red again, traffic briefly stopped, and the car in the front of the line i was in moved off to the left. it didn't Startle me, but i thought it was interesting.
the car behind that one (the one that got to turn, after the light had changed back to red), also had a left-turn signal on, and i got to watch while several dozen more cars flowed through the intersection, preventing his left turn.
i wasn't anxious, and i'm perfectly happy, while seated in the relative comfort of a car, listening to music, smoking a cigarette, and drinking a coffee, to sit there with my foot on the clutch for hours, i guess. fuck, anything beats standing at an open bus stop in the rain when it's 20* F. so, whatever.
but:
FIRST! what possesses people to NOT let that guy, who clearly wants to turn his car and cross through the intersection to the left, do so? can they not spare the 1 1/2 seconds?
SECOND! why doesn't that guy, sitting in that car, intent on turning his car left, just fucking GO once that light turns green? is is his reaction time really so much slower that he can't risk the incident? people, stopped at lights, can't possibly be THAT self-obsessed that they'd really deliberately accelerate quickly to prevent him. i suppose. unless they're typical fat, self-obsessed, anti-human, thoughtless americans, i mean. and how many of those could there possibly be?
THIRD! when _i_ drive a car, that turn signal has a purpose. it means i intend to move the car in that direction. it doesn't mean, "may i please move this car in this direction". it means i am going to move the car in that direction. if yours is there, it is going to feel the bump.
Labelled
car,
cars,
driving,
fat americans,
left-turn
2010-11-09
ishit
i like to read tech and gadget sites and reviews and news.
i have no interest, at all, in ipod, iphone, or ipad reviews, gadgets, accessories, or news.
so i must disregard about half of all that i see on any of those sites.
i have no interest, at all, in ipod, iphone, or ipad reviews, gadgets, accessories, or news.
so i must disregard about half of all that i see on any of those sites.
2010-10-15
How To Lose Weight Without Changing Your Eating Habits
this will work for you, if you're a Fat American:
When you decide you need the quarter-pounder, fries and a coke, don't sit on your ass in the car and order it through a window. Park the car and walk the 100 feet to a counter inside. yeah, i know it smells bad in there, but that's the smell of the food you're planning to eat.
Better yet, as there's a fast food joint approximately every mile and a half, in the U.S., it's not unrealistic to consider walking that distance rather than driving your car at all.
just an idea.
When you decide you need the quarter-pounder, fries and a coke, don't sit on your ass in the car and order it through a window. Park the car and walk the 100 feet to a counter inside. yeah, i know it smells bad in there, but that's the smell of the food you're planning to eat.
Better yet, as there's a fast food joint approximately every mile and a half, in the U.S., it's not unrealistic to consider walking that distance rather than driving your car at all.
just an idea.
2010-08-30
television
i'm really into how, when i watch the television, i get to see people and things in every conceivable shape (sometimes even including their "actual" shapes). as i switch channels, the population onscreen goes from trippy-looking endomorphs to beanpoles, or vice-versa, and back again. squares transmute randomly into rectangles. circles and ovals are interchangeable.
it's especially cool with program transitions and advertising: as a program transitions to a commercial, the people on screen often go from being basically human-shaped to being those crazy-looking three-foot-wide people; when the next commercial comes on, the people i see may become "normal" human shaped again, only to be replaced by the squat-people again 30 seconds later. i never even had to touch the remote-control!
i've concluded that my perception of "normal" human shape -(what i see when i walk outside is generally a population of significantly-wider-around-the-waist-than-me people. i assume they're "normal" human shape)- must be all screwed up, and my took-lots-and-lots-of-hallucinogenics brain sorta falsely believes in consistent geometry.
i am particularly glad that broad- and cable-casters--and media distributors-- don't make any effort to impose harsh, false, and UNCONSTITUTIONAL euclidean law on the true reality i see on that screen.
the television is clearly Metatron.
it's especially cool with program transitions and advertising: as a program transitions to a commercial, the people on screen often go from being basically human-shaped to being those crazy-looking three-foot-wide people; when the next commercial comes on, the people i see may become "normal" human shaped again, only to be replaced by the squat-people again 30 seconds later. i never even had to touch the remote-control!
i've concluded that my perception of "normal" human shape -(what i see when i walk outside is generally a population of significantly-wider-around-the-waist-than-me people. i assume they're "normal" human shape)- must be all screwed up, and my took-lots-and-lots-of-hallucinogenics brain sorta falsely believes in consistent geometry.
i am particularly glad that broad- and cable-casters--and media distributors-- don't make any effort to impose harsh, false, and UNCONSTITUTIONAL euclidean law on the true reality i see on that screen.
the television is clearly Metatron.
Labelled
aspect ratio,
television,
tv
2010-07-25
Palm Pilot
my Palm died. my (is "old" the right word?) little handheld... :-(
i've had one since Dad gave me the Palm 3 in the mid-nineties, with periodic upgrades and replacements. i've lived with it as my surrogate memory. (my brain damage is even more pronounced than most of my acquaintances might realize.) since the arrival of the mobile web, i've used it a lot less for "office"-type stuff, but it's still perfect for reading books (and yes, i'm accustomed to reading on it, and prefer it. :-P ), browsing the web (via WiFi), and very occasionally listening to mp3s or looking at pictures or videos.
now i've got to replace it, but they don't really sell handhelds anymore, do they? there are phones, of course, but i'm not interested in spending five hundred dollars (about $500 over my budget) for the reward of then paying, like, a hundred dollars a month (about $60 more than i'm paying now, and $100 over my budget) for the ability to look at the web and read books. i won't pay any more than $0.00 a month, to read, listen to, and look at the shit i already have. the way-cool bit about a Palm is: it doesn't cost anything to use. once i bought it, it became mine, fee-less. radical concept. the e-book readers do look cool, but
they can't run zillions of available (freeware) programs to do whatever i want them to.
i guess i'll carry the calculator, calendar, several books and photo albums and CDs, and my "boom box" in my shoulder bag, until i find a solution... probably an Android tablet...
:-(
i've had one since Dad gave me the Palm 3 in the mid-nineties, with periodic upgrades and replacements. i've lived with it as my surrogate memory. (my brain damage is even more pronounced than most of my acquaintances might realize.) since the arrival of the mobile web, i've used it a lot less for "office"-type stuff, but it's still perfect for reading books (and yes, i'm accustomed to reading on it, and prefer it. :-P ), browsing the web (via WiFi), and very occasionally listening to mp3s or looking at pictures or videos.
now i've got to replace it, but they don't really sell handhelds anymore, do they? there are phones, of course, but i'm not interested in spending five hundred dollars (about $500 over my budget) for the reward of then paying, like, a hundred dollars a month (about $60 more than i'm paying now, and $100 over my budget) for the ability to look at the web and read books. i won't pay any more than $0.00 a month, to read, listen to, and look at the shit i already have. the way-cool bit about a Palm is: it doesn't cost anything to use. once i bought it, it became mine, fee-less. radical concept. the e-book readers do look cool, but
they can't run zillions of available (freeware) programs to do whatever i want them to.
i guess i'll carry the calculator, calendar, several books and photo albums and CDs, and my "boom box" in my shoulder bag, until i find a solution... probably an Android tablet...
:-(
2010-05-08
deliberate phone piss-offs
things my phones have been deliberately designed to do, just to piss me off:
- try to coerce me to capitalize Shit That doesn't Need to be Capitalized.
- prevent me from using any ring tone i damned well feel like using
- use proprietary ports to charge the battery
- force a noise to alert when i shoot a picture
2010-04-13
twelve-oh-one and the dork(s)
Some Times, opening yer eyes in the morning is a total Woo-Hoo :-)
then, the next day, there's significantly less Woo-Hoo involved, so ya crawl under the bed and cry, while cutting yerself with a dull and filthy kitchen knife (the one ya keep hidden in the back tank of the toilet), scanning a completely blurred, scrawled, illegible map of tomorrows' Woo-Hoo eye-openings, and considering in yer mind the ingredients required for a nice human-sacrificial blood magic to shift the shape of time and space to yer advantage...
but only sometimes. sometimes ya just blog the thought and fantasize that that's what ya'd be doing if ya had half an imagination and a more romantic outlook (not the butterflies-and-daffodils kind).
hello... Hello?
damned gods and their draconic calm and patience... (seven YEARS? twenty-four? ha-HA!)
veruca salt!
mmm.
then, the next day, there's significantly less Woo-Hoo involved, so ya crawl under the bed and cry, while cutting yerself with a dull and filthy kitchen knife (the one ya keep hidden in the back tank of the toilet), scanning a completely blurred, scrawled, illegible map of tomorrows' Woo-Hoo eye-openings, and considering in yer mind the ingredients required for a nice human-sacrificial blood magic to shift the shape of time and space to yer advantage...
but only sometimes. sometimes ya just blog the thought and fantasize that that's what ya'd be doing if ya had half an imagination and a more romantic outlook (not the butterflies-and-daffodils kind).
hello... Hello?
damned gods and their draconic calm and patience... (seven YEARS? twenty-four? ha-HA!)
veruca salt!
mmm.
Labelled
chocolate cake,
dork,
dragon,
tomorrow,
woo-hoo
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