A car accident in the downtown expressway tunnel, the wonders of the Mechanicsville Flea Depot, a VA Beach Disc Golf excursion; just so much to behold:
I’ve been busy figuring out the Universe.
This guy used to be a money-grubbing success hunter until he found Eckhart Tolle; now he only posts when he wants to too. So I guess its ok.
Bought two new games this weekend:
Ninja Gaiden is so difficult, but you will never be more in the NOW then when you are punching those buttons as millions of ninjas and creatures descend upon you – it has more strategy than you’d think – but strategy at light speed. (Demo available.)
Bad Company is really cute and I’m sure the multiplayer will be a hell of a good time. Destructable Environments should be mandatory from now on! (Demo available and strangely not as good as the real game.)
Solid
If you are a long-time reader of mine you already know and hate the “book” I wrote. I wrote it in broken-prose, which is like poetry but not. It’s regular prose broken up so that I can force you to read at the rhythm of my choosing rather than your own.
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It is pretty bitter, but I wrote it at a different time. Then again, there is something positive there too. Something I didn’t believe at the time, but totally believe now. How odd. The emphasis on geometry intrigues me as well.
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XXII. OBLONG
What would 3000 years
Of human evolution
Do to Data Entry workers?
Could random mutations
Truly be responsible
For ensuring that the
Strongest typist survives?
The better typists would be
Ensured a job, and so thus
A salary, nearly enough
To support the raising of children;
Future typists.
(As long as they lived in a two-income home,
And their spouse or agency offered
Supplemental health insurance.)
Would their arms migrate to their chests,
So as to better reach the keyboard?
Unjointed, but short,
Like the Tyrannosaurus’?
Would 15 flat stubby digits
Sprout from both palms?
Would their eyes congeal into
One large square cyclopean scanner
With shielded lid to block monitor radiation,
Unblinking gaze to improve production,
And Windex tear ducts
That moisten on the hour?
Would they have need for legs?
Or would legs just meld into their backsides
Into a slug-like support system,
Adaptable and adjustable
To any desk height or monitor level,
With suckers to affix them tightly
To the roller-chair-friendly plastic matting.
Could coffee be absorbed
Straight through the neck
Through some sort of tongue or proboscis?
Could they process their own waste
To eliminate the need for breaks
And excrete it through their skin
Requiring gas station squeegee bins
(Filled with a similar dark
And foul-smelling liquid)
Affixed to every PC?
Would noses and ears be obsolete?
Spines certainly would be.
Would a sense of pleasure
And the passing of time
Be hindrances to typing perfection,
Be sloughed off the menu
Of genetic side dishes?
I don’t want to find out.
