:: Dreams and Other Chimera ::

:: 31.7.03 ::

Sorry, once again I plead insanity.

Ya see I'm typing this out on Internet Explorer that came with Windows XP

I'm not quite sure how this happened but rest assured it will be remedy'd in the near future.

Later

:: James [+] ::
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Random errant thought for the day.

The faster that you go the more your perception suffers.

It goes something like this. Visual devices and organs are limited as they can only get an amount of detail thats related to the amount of light that bounces off of an object. For example, if you take a photograph, you can usually set the shutter time, The faster you set it, the less detail you get. Now for things that are moving fast that's ok because they move less in the time that the appature is open. However for the really good advertisement level quality photo's, they can take minuites of exposure to gather every little nook and cranney of detail. These photo's have incredable resolutions but take a while to shoot.

Now this is something of an exaggeration, a truthful one but still an exaggeration.

But if you condense the timeframes involved then the concept remains true.

So from this theroy, humans cannot go faster, or at least much faster than their physiological constraings. So I'll never grow up to be superman or the flash.

Another childhood dream shattered.

:: James [+] ::
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So a bunch of good and bad stuff has happened to me over the last week after I got back from Flatlandia. These things may or may not be presented in an order that resembles alphabetical, severity, logic, order of occurance, or any other crack addled scheme for that matter.

1. Car stolen. This in and of itsself is a bad thing however it will lead to at least one good thing as it means that I will actually get some money back from it.

2. CD's in car stolen. Some of these I have backups of but some I am S.O.L. for. VAC Most notibly I will miss.

3. Walkman in car stolen. Now I realize that I've been beating the whole stolen car thing to death but now I don't have a car, and no portable music system Angst Angst Angst! (Thanks RealityDeviant for the thought process influence in that.

4. Had a good time at the Live game I ranted about last month again. I'm too lazy to dig up the link to it.

5. Nightshade's going away, I can't decide weather or not thats a good or bad thing, bad thing: I won't see nightshade till after the con, good thing, I may get some more dice outta the deal. My dice having been in my car. Thanks Nightshade for at least thinking of it. :)

6. Invited into another game that is Disclaimed as being for more mature and serious roleplayers (subtext: Good). Apperently someome has more faith in my skill and maturity than I do.

7. Cynder has a job. 3 jobless friends down, 1 to go.

8. Family stricken by disease. I won't go into it, but another family (extended) member is ill. This bites.

9. New faith and the muse cd. Mmmm.. Monica Richards.

10. My insurance company (car again) has decided that they have to provide a replacement for my stolen car until its found or they pay me out. They rented me a Matrix. It rocks. I do wonder what they smoke during their lunchbreak. Mabey I can get them some more... Anyway, this means I'll be in another city tonight as I can actually take this car on the highway (mine may have decomposed or something) so I'm showing the car off to everyone.

Thats about it. I'm sorry for being to preoccupied to keep you all amused with the rantings in my head, but I haven't really had time for any.

:: James [+] ::
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Calm.

Perfect utter calm, no rage or anger or pain. Just calm, and remorse for those less stable than myself.

I hope to get the phone call soon. Mabey it'll all be ok.

But it won't. VAC is gone with the rest. the Otep and Tura Satana. My Evenessence and my My Ruin.

I want it back already.

So calm.

:: James [+] ::
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Oh VAC, How I love thee...

It reminds me of me... well not the violence or the drug use, in those I remain my own. Its funny how someone we've never met can have a uncanny insight into our percieved personality. I spent part of this evening discussing strengths and weaknesses, merits and flaws with another friend.

One who, coincidentally had not given me the book for which I am thankful.

Anyway, on the way home I listened to one of my recently remitted recordings. Joyus of its existance I am once again wearing out players with it. Its funny, VAC has put out a few discs, and yet the first one of his that I bought remains the best. It flows well, and doesn't have the recording flaws of his first or the overly hard edges of his more recent.

Another disc of mine is in the works. Anyone who wants a copy should put their request down or risk being overlooked.

:: James [+] ::
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Today I doubted myself. I went one way, then wished I'd gone the other. So I was about to change to the other and was mopey because I'd picked the former when I found out that as much as the former appealed to me, the latter was required.

Confused yet?

Sorry to the slighted parties.

:: James [+] ::
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So I get back home today and to my suprise I find a canada post package waiting form thingie sitting with my mail. How strange.

So I go to the post office and pay the postage due on my package. Apperently someone (And I don't know quite who yet) sent me a copy of [exploitation now] selling out for fun and profit.

So I have to say thank you for sending it, because I have no clue who you are.

If anyone needs me for the next 2 hours, tough.

:: James [+] ::
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In the darkness the call comes. Not one I have been waiting for, but it'll do. I traipse and tramp and trundle, making my merry way through the woods. The forrest is deep, the clearing wide and the fire hot.

And we dance and dance and dance, our spirits reveling around the center. As moths.

And we dance and dance and dance, our bodies cool from the dew and warm from the contact.

And we dance and dance and dance, our tie sunk deep in the earth.

When it is over the place remains in memory, and the soil on our soles. Our spirits flit and fly and flirt in the sky.

And so the ritual continues.

Later, on another night there is more buisiness to be done. And the call comes again and once again we tramp through the forest. Its dense leaves clutching and scratching, the undergrowth clinging to our legs. And soon we find not a clearing so we run, flying through the forest, grasping and grunting and groaning as we push our way across the land. And when we get there will we be free?

Freedom is a flitting memory.


Editors note: I have no idea what the heck I'm talking about, if you have any idea what I'm getting at, I have comments.

Editors note: The trip was good, the fishing and company was good. If you want to talk about it, I'm available for tea, appointmens required to pry open a hole in my busy schedule though.

Editors note: Sorry I didn't warn you in advance. Please keep reading, more shall come probabally tomorrow.

:: James [+] ::
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Hey everyone,

Sorry about the whole not being able to comment thing. I was informed of it last night and have since fixed it. It was a result of the new blogger update. They should be fine now.

:: James [+] ::
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