Happy Birthday to me! (Aug 20)
(And Ron Paul)

You know when you see a situation and you get a little uneasy that it isn’t going to end well? Like, some guy pulls into an intersection and seems edgy or careless, some lady is mindlessly perusing a shelf’s contents and her purse is threatening to take out a nearby lamp, or someone is walking with headphones on and you feel an urge to warn them about the oncoming pothole – that sort of thing.
Well I’ve been trying this methodology for a while and I think Miss Mia has been doing it too:
Instead of wasting the energy on the fear that something will go wrong (and possibly manifesting a bad ending inadvertently?) plus suffering the emotion of powerlessness that there’s nothing you can do to change the situation, I’ve been instead just trying to fix it in my head. Just manifesting a better outcome. Don’t need to know the details, I just try and make it turn out right.
I have no idea whether this method works or not, but it feels so much better. I feel in control of the temporary anxiety, I am applying an action instead of fretting, and then when things DO work out right I can pat myself on the back for a job well done. How fun is that?
I’d like to see a scientific study where you take a bunch of people in a solitary competitive sport, like golf or disc golf, and have a series of games: some where you tell all the players to think encouraging thoughts not only for themselves, but to help the other players do well on their shots. Then have a series of games where you tell the players to think discouraging thoughts to help dash their competitor’s turns. See what the results look like.
It would be incredible if EVERYONE did better when bolstered by the supportive attention of their peers: if all scores on the scorecards went up. And you know what, that game would be more fun for everybody. I know in disc golf it is pretty miserable when half of us start doing very poorly; even the lone successful player just wants to forget the game and go have a beer. And it is a strange dynamic how even if you want to cheer the other players for doing well the cutthroat nature of golf scoring absolutely requires that the other players do poorly in order for you to go up in the day’s ranks. (Unless you can get a mad load of birdies in a row or something, but most of the time, you just need to stay consistent and let the other guy fuck up.)
So if the benefits of positive thinking on local consciousnesses could be supported by data I would think that a good argument be made for not only everyone in the world helping themselves out by helping other people mentally (i.e. the main way to help: by NOT cursing and discouraging through wayward or fearful or competitive thoughts), but that (as everything is an emotional exchange metaphor for everything else) one could do the same thing in the physical realm, actually help others to one’s own eventual benefit. The productivity of the whole increases.
Blog Stats
So, I am now 36 years old.
This URL kindagamey.com was purchased in October 2006.
The first blog post went up February 22, 2008.
It got 28 views.
Today our stats look like this: August 21, 2009.
This blog has 235 posts.
This blog costs $109.44 per year. ($437.76 total)
I’ve made $0.00 from this blog.
I’ve had 0 advertisers on this blog.
I’ve used 2085.19MB of disk space so far.
I have caused the following emotions in readers: boredom, confusion, awe, anger, stupidity, curiosity, humor and apathy.
We’ve had 410 comments.
Including such illustrious commenters as:
* The dude that makes He’brew Beer, Zak Davis
* Director of Community Development from The Monroe Institute (oh crap, I meant to write her back!)
* An MD that was a worker for Dr. Greer’s CSETI
* Someone from Monkeyclaus.org
* Someone who’s mom owned the Westmoreland (now Pink Cadillac)
* Someone who used to have the same 50 pence piece as I have
* Raybeam from synchromysticforum.com
* Some other synchromystics: ViolatoR, Peg, Volux, others…
* Other bloggers…
* My buddies Melissa (the other Mel), Chris, Jackie, Melanie, Will, Scott, Steven, the lovely Mia, Ben, Michael, cricket, Katie, my brother, etc.
* Someone that accused me of killing a giant squid
* Spammers
Did I mention I love you?
Thanks so much for reading my bullshit.
Sometimes it’s a pain in the ass to have to feed and water you little fellows all the time, but other times it is incredibly therapeutic. I go into a posting frenzy where I’m almost channeling words, my neck hurts from sitting so long, my wrists hurt from typing, I label every damn picture even though you may just scroll past them, I caption, I fix all the links so that you can just click and don’t have to google stuff yourself, I re-read and edit, and then HIT POST! Done. Check it one more time. Make minor fixes. Then walk away and live my life. Feeling sore and groggy, but like a groggy million bucks. I did something.
The Future
I have no idea. One of the biggest source of links and information I had was a site which I now refuse to go back to. I stopped going to GodLikeProductions because the guy that owns it, ^Trinity^ turned into a raging, banning, right-wing lunatic. It has been speculated that he is trying to farm out the site’s visibility to a right-wing anti-healthcare propaganda machine? Not a bad guess. I had some posts deleted and was banned for questioning his highness, despite having done it politely. Anyway, I’m not the kind of girl that gets slapped around and then goes back to papa. I’m done.
I found a new home Alien Earth (link in the blogroll –>) run by Elaine who used to own GLP. So it looks the same, has the same feel, but has a much nicer, smarter, and more creative vibe. A few right wing fear peddlers still come and shake their wares and inevitably someone responds to them and their threads get bumped back up to the top, but I guess it helps to know what the other side is thinking. (At least, it would help if they did any thinking. Mostly they just mimic like parrots; disappointingly about fear, racism, and the big government sky falling, instead of far more interesting parrot banter like referring to your desire for a cracker in third person and crooning, “oh, what a beautiful morning”.)
A lot of A-E is chatting and social and due to the limited traffic I just don’t get the same amount of data points and links I used to get. So instead of being a data repository, I might just try being a human being and see how that goes? They did feed my head with this Omega point theory today, that was a nice touch. I like the thought of being drawn towards oneness instead of evolving outward from the big bang.
That’s part of what this site has been about. I’ve been letting every thought have its day in court. All my crazy beliefs I’ve gone through, (i.e. lower fourth dimensional satanic reptiles running the earth) haven’t been important in their details, they’ve been important in that they allowed me to wrestle myself away from hard ideologies. I’m free to think whatever I want. I’m free to let my imagination take me wherever it wants to take me. And I’m still wildly optimistic in the face of an uncertain world. It’s wonderful.
District 9 was amazing. CGI perfection like I’ve never seen. Loved the main actor; he did an incredible job and if you can’t see that then I’m sorry for you. There are no innocent sympathetic characters in this film; everyone is tainted. I think the film is drawing a parallel to far more than just apartheid.
The preview for Surrogates looked interesting too. Have some pics.
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