If there’s a general, he must be your relative.
This theory, of course, depends on the relativity of relativity, that is on how relative one considers relationship to be. It also depends on words, unfortunately, but we won’t get into that, pretending, as usual, that we’re not using any, so things go smoother.
Your scientific observer,
LWIII

Maybe I should be a poet. Being sick is perfect for poetry, getting all swoony and rolling your eyes back, sighing a lot and wishing things were different somehow, placing the reverse of your trembling fingers on your wide, high, yet sweaty forehead and sticking your butt out in a tragic manner.
Oh okay, poet’s ain’t really [...]

I don’t care much for reality. It’s all right as far as it goes, I suppose, but it doesn’t really interest me. My friends hear me say that frequently. I’m not sure they know what I mean.
What I mean is that my experience of reality is that it’s always defined by the other guy. “Here’s [...]

I love stupid people. They are so great. They hardly ever make fun of smart people. Smart people are stupid because they hate stupid people. Guess that means we’re all stupid, huh?
Yay!
Duh,
LWIII

Have to say I’m no admirer of virtue. Virtue is just doing what other people tell you to do. If you do what they want, then you’re virtuous.
Same with respect. Respect is mainly just fancy ass kissing, having nothing inherent to do with truth or love or anything good. More social baloney, though I do [...]

hatred is a funny thing
it hates the thing it
hates to hate
and hating hate
is not so great
since hate is hate
in every state
LWIII

Just discovered the secret to eternal life. Ponce de Leon was looking in the wrong place.
If you want to live forever just spend your whole life in the dentist’s chair. Ta da! Eternal life.
Oh okay, maybe not eternal, but it sure would feel that way. According to the calculations undertaken by yours truly at my [...]

I don’t like what you like. I like what I like. Is that bad?
One thing that bugs me (insert Andy Rooney here) is when people think that because I don’t like something that means it must be bad, or rather that I think it is bad. There are many things I don’t like that are [...]

That bastard! How could he do this to me?
For the past week I’ve been on a sacred quest, a quest for French onion soup. I wanted it to be the best I ever had, and that’s saying something, as superb French onion soup is more like an orgasm than anything foodlike.
So I went online and [...]

What is it about a stone? Carl Jung liked them, for one thing. The philosophers yearned for a really good one, the perfect stone, “The most ancient, secret or unknown, natural, incomprehensible, heavenly, blessed, sacred, universal triune Stone of the Sages.” A stone is of the earth, a portion of the Grand Mom of All.

Stones [...]

God is the vague feeling that everything will turn out all right.
At least that is my experience of He/She/It/Whatever. May not seem like much, but it’s all I got. Actually it’s huge. Even though the feeling is vague (though pretty certain for some reason) and not based on anything but the feeling itself, it is [...]

Well, went back and read my last post. Oops. Musta been a little grimmish when I excreted that. Think I was one truth over the line too many and all that truth kind of swelled, popped, and oozed. Had a truth rash. Too much disagreement under one skin.
Actually, I do think it is possible to [...]

 
Well, well, so this is blogging. Didn’t think to realize it would include writing while I was schlumpy too. Duh. So guess that means it needs become cryptic and artistic, a land of indeterminate meaning, storyish and wavering, no longer a tale of me, but a gathering of we, for complaining is something I try [...]

Howdy. No perky dashing out of bed at the crack o’ dawn this morning. Felt more like getting up to go to work. Still feeling creeped out by the border patrol and squeezed tight and weary by the brutal drive.
Perfect, a chance to follow my own advice. Let go. Yesterday the wind howled all the [...]