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Friday, February 24, 2006

4:06 PM - Why in god's name do i do this to myself?

Oh my aching head. And back. Thighs. Neck. Islets of langerhans...basically every part of my body is in excruciating pain right now. But that wonderful, dissasociative tension is back in my brain, and thus is my ability to type coherently and manically!

Why, you ask? Because I have found the wonderful wonderful world of ::trumpets blare, drums roll, crows caw, suicide bombers explode:: the OPEN BAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR. Yes, that's right, my fellow livers of life on this rapidly spinning, slowly deteriorating chunck of earth and molten core held tenuously together by gravitational forces that--when you REALLY think about them-- DON'T MAKE A WHOLE LOT OF SENSE IN AND OF THEMSELVES (an sich). I hate it when that happens...it makes me think that the more people realize this, who don't share in the accepted reality that allows it to continue, will eventually result in a whole world-explody dealie. This sequence of pictures sorta explains it:


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Obviously, there's a very complex event scheme behind each image and between each transistion and I'm sure that in the future i'll have enough time and reserves of self-control to take the 5 minutes required to explain this whole shebang and save humanity from cracking open the earth like an uncooked egg (the earth and the egg are both oblong spheroids. Fun fact for the day!). Or I might just have another shot!


Now where was I? Oh yes, ranting.

I've slowly come to the realization that there are two types of people in the world: Tools and Users. It's like the Yin and Yang dualistic world mentality, except with more blood and duplicitous scheming than EVERY Shakespeare play put together and multiplied by a REALLY BIG NUMBER (the preceding capital letters imply importance. Second fun fact of the day!).

For a while, I was able to be "Doc the observer". Then, for a long time, I was "Doc the ubiquitous tool for all". It was--and still is-- pretty cool. It's like being a person, except without having the ability to make any choices; which actually eliminates much of the troubling parts of being a person (i.e. free will, decision making). Parts of my Scope Of Work (SOW) include: "repetitive monkey boy, psychological waste lock, transporter of doom, bringer of meats, sideshow, ultra portable guided missle target, and dependable euncuh (figuratively speaking, of course)."

And here I am now. Certainly not a User by any stretch of the imagination (that just isn't my bag), and slowly metamorphisizing like a modern-day Gregor Samsa into yet another tool (hopefully this time I'll have sharper blades though).

--HK_Newbie


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