Q: I intuitively know that text messaging is a shitty way to communicate. But why?
A: It's complicated.
(edited and reposted from a comment I wrote here at
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Q: Should I forgive people who have done me wrong?
A: Only if you want to feel better.

SAY WHAAAT?
That's right, YOU. Forgiveness is fundamentally -- and almost universally -- misunderstood.  Forgiveness is not something you do for the sake of the forgivee. It is something you do for yourself.

PLEASE EXPLAIN YOURSELF
Let's assume that now, at square ( Read more... )

Q: Is Karma bullshit?
A: No, karma is not bullshit. But the common western perceptions of karma ARE bullshit.

BULLSHIT DEFINITIONS OF KARMA:
1. karma is a literal kind of justice where, if you hit someone with a hammer, someday you will get hit with a hammer.
2. karma is a great wheel of universal justice that brings good things to the just and bad ( Read more... )

Okay, so I am opening things up on a test basis over here for anyone to ask me questions about big issues. I don't know what topics I want to cover, but If a question is not interesting to me, I will let you know. I will try not to explain in too much depth, giving instead short answers.

Well. Comments are working again at the real site, but until everything has proven stable, let's keep it rolling here with the nested threads and pretty pictures.

I don't know how long this link will remain live, but for the moment I will use Alyssa Milano to illustrate everything I hate about Los Angeles. Don't worry, if the link goes dead, it will only take me a few picoseconds to locate another illustration.
     Yes, look at her, seen here in a film still from Dickie Whatever Blah Child Whatever. What ( Read more... )

I am a failure at dreaming. I don't have nightmares, which is okay with me on the surface, but I understand that it means I'm denied part of the rich variety of sleep experience, and it's another sign of my emotional dwarfism. But my real failure is more terrible than your foulest goo-dripping polyheaded bogeyman, and the more I think about it, the ( Read more... )

As noted previously, my back is fucked. My scoliosis wasn't detected in high school because Stuyvesant had a relaxed attitude towards gym class. Well, I had a relaxed attitude toward gym class, anyway. I was either sick, cutting, or out with a forged doctor's note on the days they were supposed to test us for spinal twistery. So my curvature ( Read more... )

As most long-term readers know, I have two official roommates. If I'm RM1, RM2 is Pussy Willow, who used to write on this very blog before she decided to devote her full attention to the oral satisfaction of freight-hopping vagabonds. RM3 has only been referred to here as Heroic Third Roommate for last summer's triumph over vermin, realized with ( Read more... )

You really should go to Universal Donor vs. Pussy Willow -- but only if you like to feel good.