Reactionary Politics and the Brain-Dead American PublicMost of US politics is based off of a instant gratification impulse of the American public. It's a shame to say, but we have been conditioned to want fixes for our immediate problems, rather than fixing the larger problems that we will have down the road. Take for example Social Security. ( Read more... )

The video card died, I think. Once I removed it, the cancer of system instability seemed to go into remission. For now, everything works as slowly as it previously did, just in sixteen bit color and much larger than ever before. Thank goodness for on-board video ( Read more... )

I wrote this so long ago, it hurts ( Read more... )

I wish there was a radio at work. It is hard having music play over and over in my head all day without an external source changing the song. I guess the belief is that there would be less productivity with music constantly playing, but I would have to be the voice of dissent. I get more work done at home with the music blasting those wondering ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think that my good memories have been replaced by someone's bad ones. Then I remember, those are my memories ( Read more... )

I generally remember my great denials of life. However I just recalled one that I had long forgotten. I believe it was some great fantasy that I have lived some wonderful life in a time before, perhaps even before I was born ( Read more... )

Recently I have been terribly uninspired. I'm haunting right now. If I weren't just floating about, I don't think I would be here at all. It is like sitting and waiting for something horribly unimportant to happen. I find myself constantly drifting off into thought, but they are merely wondering thoughts on all topics in between nothing and ( Read more... )

Richmond is ever more depressing, what a hole. The ties that keep me here are dear to my heart and I cannot leave them to the ravages of this city, and their selves. But there are the days when we just have to battle on, reason in one hand and the flaming sword in the other. I know there are only a few that can be saved, and the rest of this ( Read more... )

There are those songs that just ruin your day. So terribly beautiful that you just cry to the lyrics like there isn't anything more to mourn about. They are in your head all day moaning like a gimp bleeding out on the floor of some great bondage romance. It is that haunting melody that you promise you will never hum, but just cannot help it ( Read more... )

If your generation makes you sick, you and I have the same disease. I think I just go out for the loathing, its the only affirmation that I have for the continuation of my life. This world is so fucked, there is no time to die, yet. So many videos to make, so much more porn to jade myself with, just too much to taint. Sometimes I wonder if I ( Read more... )