sifted shade

Arras! Duzinculi E'deafar hanesporefear daz annamer i'huetefi naiore ai udonifare a urun ma a nahambe bozenculo

I am an idiot.

mourn for them, for they are the first casualties of a communications war on the WWW. Say what you really mean, methinks. Communication, communication, communication. Know thine culture. And don't for a moment make the mistake of confusing your culture for anything other than it is. Differentiate culture and religion. Be that sharp and aware. For otherwise chaos and disorder will follow, and no one wants to see that. Sigh.

loud lunkwill

I would like to have been the ant

exhaustion, obsession, irritation, location, insanity

I have difficulty, with being not hypervigilant about something. And sometimes this gets me into trouble. To distill: I really need (and there's data to back that statement up) someone who will hold on and not let go. At the same time I need to let go. And I can't arrange an array of coincidences so that everything will work out simultaneously. I am a flag flapping in the wind, a moment of metabiological evolution. A snipper-snarp of elsewhence, and at the same time I'm in the here and now. And I know, I am certain that there are other people, other human beings that live and breathe that kind of experience, but at the moment there's this immense cultural contortion the entire species is undergoing and I don't want to get in the crossfire, I'd rather that it be as peaceful and without violence as possible. Grah! I traded eyes with Odin for a moment. I feel like Kvasir much of the time...

aracalont

or surfing the network. I mean the cosmic network. You know when we go live, right? You know when the Vogons are coming, right? You know how long the plans have been at the demolition office? You were paying attention, right? You've got your shots, right? You take periodic phenomena of all magnitudes? You're Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect and Zaphod Beeblebrox (if you're male), and Trillian and Fenchurch simultaneously (if you're female). We're working on a third here, call it Green, call it a Breen, call it nice, call it mice, call it a thing, whoa man. No matrix morpheum, no WWII insanity, just the actual date. It's time for Kali Yuga to start, really now. Too much checking and not enough balancing. And really, a stable equilibrium would be desireable. Just listening to Jeltz's poetry is pretty wearying now. I mean it's phenomenally and monstrously painful to not comprehend out of context objects all the time. So, if you're bored, try government by Hentarchy! Where those who surf probability waves are charged particles, Lammergeiers? The internet is electrical now. When the internet is powered by strong force machines (not transistor based, but lattices of buckytubes in three dimensions (isn't that the most obvious hyperconductor you can think of), we're going to finally all experience triality simultaneously, and then is when the real aliens are (heh), going to start (heh again), visiting. (laugh, sparks and zithers and realistic contumnations aside, it's really sad seeing yet another onctopoetic species not grasping at the postonctopoetic, to say nothing of transparinoesis)