house...

...is like home, except maybe not.

New place is rather nice. Think late eighties construction, in a very white-man style home. Or rather Enid Blyton, without the vicious hatred of children boiling subcutaneously.

Room that is mine is/was the study. Slightly shorter than last year's room, but a hell lot more comfy, with crimson carpeting and windows opening out into rose bushes again.

Yard is rather nice and everything. Big enough to toss a disc, not too big it's a pain to keep. Small, mostly dehydrated, pond in one corner. Sometimes you can see a goldfish inside. How it's keeping alive is really weird.

Distances are a bit far. Used to be a five minute walk to class. Now it's like a twenty minute walk to the bus stop, another 33 minutes to campus if the bus arrives on time. All very tiring, but should be sleek and smexy by mid year. Unless I get fat-ter.

At any rate, I can't say it's too depressing. Tiresome it may be, but when you're walking with shadows, the sun is always bright.

all gone...

A week till departure. Only did two things out of twelve I set out to do. Again, Morningtide was okay. Food was good, plentiful, excessive. No trips, no randomness. I feel ripped off.

Looking forward to another year is similar to looking forward to a lot of nothing. What do you do when there's no life left in your years?

dawnsea...

Morningtide was great. Wasn't perfect, but definitely great. Have to hone my drafting skills, but it's not cheap. That said, Magic was never meant for the poor of mind and pocket.

Family departs for the south tomorrow morning. Given that today is Wednesday. Have a month to stick around and bum then it's back to the whet wheel to grind out another year.

Stuck in a rut of doing nothing and growing fat. Strange metabolism and weird wiring join to form a rather singular individual bent on proving that nothing's normal and nothing's right. You can sure as hell take your social standards and stuff it because it's all musty like your bloomers.

I'd feel lonely if I was, and definitely bored if I had nothing to do.

orange fortitude...

Lots of talk about religious right, academic standards, rule of law, and figuring out what to do when not otherwise occupied with this shit.

My take on things mostly involve either in-depth analysis of the issues at hand, an application of ideal pragmatism, or something to suit me.

Religious right needs to be able to arrive at the same answer regardless of angle of dissection. Telling me your point of view as a *blahblahblah* does not help your case. It is a given you will agree with yourself. Want to prove a point? Show me you can arrive at a similar conclusion based on my own stated assumptions. Also, stop asserting that you have the absolute answers. It's all very annoying when everybody and his grandmother keeps screeching that you will go to hell. Hell is having to talk to dipshits who can't phrase an argument without screaming.

Academic standards are always suspect. What may be scaling new heights today may be scraping the bottom of the cesspool tomorrow. Formal academia should always be based on first the practicality of such pursuits, and then the benefits of keeping otherwise overly ponderous sycophants occupied and away from the precipice of fourth degree psychosis. A paper scrip stating achievements should be treated with no greater import than a TV guide. More likely to be a good indicator of what's gonna screen, but better to watch the telly to find out.

Rule of law should only place limitations on activities that would directly affect individual ability to function to a general benefit. Laws should seek the most efficient way of doing things with as neutral an outcome as possible. Law should not be based on religious precedent; if they happen to coincide, that is mere coincidence. The only just law is one that does not impinge on the freedom of any party to act in a manner that does not inconvenience another. Private acts are such an example.

Figuring out what to do should ideally be left to people who are mostly whimsical and have significant cash availability. Keeping costs low is ideal; it allows for more iterations of a favourable activity. The company one keeps while entertaining is paramount, especially when enjoyment is a major objective. Above all, figuring out what to do should bring about some practical benefit, in relation to the cost.

ngu year '08...

i resolve to...

... be less annoyed and more amused.

... find more things to be amused about.

... care even less about stupid people.

... make sure there are fewer stupid people around to care about.

... be more understanding of the fact that since a rough 80% of people are idiots there will be some that cannot be cured and hence should just be accepted for the people they are.

... carve out an empire on a periodic basis.

... make sure that at least one of those empires is not on a piece of rigid cardboard marked out by little purple plastic men and elephants.

... get round to completing that self help series.

... more domineering in a way that makes me look like a leader.

... dupe more people into believing I'm funny.

... make MORE money.

... make said money hopefully off the stupid people I let off because they are simply being who they are.

... take pictures of ridiculous things to mock.

... mock things that I forget to take pictures off.

... lose another third of my weight.

... make that weight appear on a number of horribly underweight friends.

... be more arrogant in a self-assured way that is extremely off-putting yet impossible to resist.

... make wide sweeping statements about things I know nothing about because it will seem like I know a lot where I actually know mostly nothing.

... listen to more upbeat and horrendously misplaced music.

... sing along to the upbeat and horrendously misplaced music in a loud and off-key fashion.

... cause more harm to the people who seem to be begging for it.

... make fun of genitalia.

... either develop a chemical addiction to antihistamines or to find a cure for cancer, AIDS, or ugly.

... be even more amused at everything.

... prevent the conception of as many embryos as I can.

... disrupt as many social conventions as I can in a way that I will be free to be amused at the results.

... be comprehensively sound in my own sense of smug self-satisfaction all the while appearing to take "constructive criticism".

... mathematically prove that God does not hate fags, although smoking IS a very disgusting habit.

... finish all my math homework before attempting that mathematical proof.

... show that all religion is eville and people would save a lot of money buying me sandwiches.

... bring all the world to its knees by kicking everyone in the crotch.

... bring peace on Earth and goodwill to all men, and also women, but not children.

... talk about sex in front of children.

... be decisive.

... ignore a large majority of the above list, or not.

swimming through soup...

Air is very thick
Swimming through soupy muck
Gills would be welcome

Haiku for the freshly home.