Legitimately. No, really. Man, I don’t know. We’ve got all this bullshit going on with, like, nuclear fusion. And maybe we have room temperature superconductors? Man. I really do not know. This species seems absolutely doomed while duly inflecting some genuine charm as well. It’s just stupid, really.

I am not the smartest person in the room. I know this. I absolutely never feel like the smartest person in the room, and in all honesty I feel like I would be a good bar for the low end of acceptable stupidity. Seriously. I’m one dumb high motherfucker more often than not. But I do love to solve a good problem. That shit is endlessly amusing to me. Same with understanding things. Knowing things. I love math, not because I’m even remotely good at it, but because I have an incredible amount of respect for it as the universal language of understanding the universe. The places that it shows up are just mind-blowing. The ways in which it manifests from what you think might be totally unrelated concepts end up taking pure maths and turning them into applied maths. It’s incredible when that happens. I love to see it. I wish we understood more. I wish I understood more. It’s awesome.

Read this moronic bullshit first.

Archive, just in case.

Okay. Lets start taking this fucking moron apart, shall we?

If done right, the trick would help ensure that Rotten Tomatoes logged positive reviews but not negative ones.

First of all, why are you so fucking hell-bent on imparting your own personal bias on a content aggregation site? Are you mentally handicapped, Lane Brown? Do you have an issue with the “tyranny of the masses”? If so you should say you have an issue there, and not with a pretty basic website.

I have to admit, life is uniquely creative in how it can eviscerate you when you least expect it to. I guess I should’ve known when I had seen so many people yell “BINGO” with bone cancer and really awful shit like that. It’s a hint as to how absolutely abrasive life can be. Now I’m not equating events in my life to some horrid diagnosis, not by a longshot. I’m simply highlighting the seasonings of life. What makes life the way it is. Yeah, life is a mixture of being born to billionaires and being born with a predisposition to bone cancer. That really fucking sucks, if you ask me, considering it’s far more rare to be born to billionaires than to be born predisposed to bone cancer.

Just because I don’t appreciate the miseries introduced to the world by the Christian faith, doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the artistry that has accompanied it’s multi-millennial existence. That said, I’m re-watching “Mother!” for the fiftieth time, because it really is a piece of art in film. Right at the beginning you start in strange territory, with the wife being battered and consumed by flame, then extinguished. Saved, somehow, miraculously. You see the husband put a giant gem on a stand and the charred house seemingly comes alive again. The way the story plays out goes from subtle to over the top, eventually ending with cannibalism of an infant. It’s symbolism, sure, but it’s portraying real infant cannibalism.

It’s the wildest thing to be watching. Wild claims coming out of South Korea about room temperature superconductors popping up out of nowhere. Apparently we’re edging ever closer to breakthroughs in Quantum Computing as well as goddamn nuclear fusion. There are wild new technologies being developed for space travel and all sorts of wildly exciting things on the horizon. We could be on the verge of becoming a Type One civilization.

I used to read Bradbury and Asimov as a kid. I’d read 1984 and all sorts of futuristic novels of science fiction adventures in other dimensions, other galaxies, other worlds. Sometimes civilizations would be idyllic, utopian. Other times they’d have technology beyond all comprehension and still not have solved basic human problems. It’s bittersweet, always. On one hand, none are written as actual utopias. The notion of a utopia can’t be introduced in novels, it prevents the reader from connecting with the material. You can’t suspend disbelief for something as possible as a perfect society. We’re so disconnected from positive societal notions that any attempt to describe a “perfect” version of any human society falls apart in the mind of every reader. Sure, one can force the point and imagine if free will were no implication and what might happen in an actually perfect society from design. But it wouldn’t represent a free society that still enjoys full free will.

Holy shit. It happened. Ruby Franke has finally met with the law. And I totally called it. They’ve arrested Ruby Franke on suspicion of child abuse. Wow. Wow wow wow. I mean, it’s been THREE YEARS since I wrote about this lady, but it finally happened. What blows my mind even more is that her daughter said “Finally!” when she was arrested. I just… I don’t even know how to process it right now. It feels like a person has to do an obscene amount of really abusive shit for the system to really kick in. I mean, god damn.

Sometimes I feel guilty about the advantages I’ve enjoyed over the years. At work I find myself pretty consistently applied to things. There’s never a shortage of stuff for me to work on, ever, it seems. My coworkers complain pretty frequently about working help desk, or even help desk having no tickets for them to handle. I’m rarely ever left alone to just dick around for a day. Part of that probably comes from me pressuring my employers to pay me more every opportunity that I get. Whether job-hopping or other means, I’m always looking for more money. Typically, if someone’s paid amply, you keep that person engaged and going, hacking away at whatever stack. I guess that’s part of it.

I don’t write as much as I used to. I’ve gone through periods where I could write page after page of all sorts of thoughts popping into my head and I could just bang out idea after idea. Actually, I don’t really know if that’s true or not. I think I’ve been more prolific than in recent times, but I don’t have numbers to support that theory. One thing I do know is that I’ve sat at this keyboard, at a post not unlike this one, and I’ve erased the first line. Then I would write another first line. It too would be erased. Then I deleted the new post and just went back to staring blankly at a YouTube video. It’s not that I don’t have feelings to express, it’s that the motivation to express them just dwindles. It used to be a way to purge myself of negativity and find some contentment. It gave me an opportunity to untangle a mess in my mind and set things straight. Writing just to write can be incredibly therapeutic. I just haven’t lately. I haven’t been able to. Even this post is really more an excuse than therapy. It’s to let you know that there will be more interludes and less genuine expression of emotion or thought.