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I haven’t written since APRIL FUCKING 6th.  It’s a crying shame ’cause a ton has happened and a lot of it noteworthy.

Does anybody read this shit anyway?


The dis-accord and general lack of unity among you is ridiculous and reprehensible.

Instead of a group of minorities coming together to take a proud stand for the right to exist in the face of a ridiculously overwhelming majority, you throw around threats, demands, and indignation.

The worst of all is that the systems and precepts which you so adamantly defend, the injustices which you decry, are based in flawed and contrived ideas.

“Gender” is an unnecessary abstraction the nature of which will only produce controversy and discrimination.

“Gender” spawned from “sex,” a binary designation of the physical description of the external appearance of an individual’s genitals.

The “sex” designation came about because it is one of the most important things to a species who relies on sexual reproduction to propagate itself.

Unfortunately, given the amount of data there is on reproduction, a binary and especially visual definition is outdated, inaccurate, and undescriptive.  Right now “sex” is about as useful as offering two options for “race.”

Therefore, the foundation on which “gender” was built is shaky, unstable, unsafe, and condemnable. Given such conditions it should not be in use at all. Instead of fighting for the right to express one or the other, it should be deprecated completely.

Switching gears, the DLD is a bureaucratic entity designed to discourage irresponsible driving and lower automobile-related fatalities by creating a “barrier” to entry in the form of fees, tests, and fines. This is the only reason it exists.

Do you really think that your reproductive responsibility is a factor in driving an automobile or participating in the task of overcoming the contrived entry barrier?  It’s about as important as race to a system of fees and fines.  The entity only cares about a capacity to pay and ability to regurgitate information.

You shouldn’t be fighting for the right to put “F” or “M” on your license as you please, you should be fighting to have the designation removed completely.

You shouldn’t be fighting for an “F” or “M” at all. You should be fighting to update “sex” to a more accurate description.

The focus of your energy is misplaced. It’s like arguing over how much gas to put in a car when the vehicle should use an alternative energy source in the first place.

My roommate and I talked for two hours last night as she ate her KFC and I drank my expensive Japanese beer with lemon in it.

It’s a home-made remedy of mine– expensive beer and lemon– to ease the symptoms of if not cure the common cold.  I’m not sure how exactly to pull it off, I’m not sure the right dosage of ingredients, but I am sure of the timing and I do listen to what my body has to say.

The lemon (or lime) is full of Vitamin C, the small dose of alcohol from the beer, and … the hops?  This combined with a nice, hot bath where I sweat said substance out of my pores usually does the trick if I catch the burgeoning cold in the scratchy-throat stage.

We talked about her homeland, Kenya, and prices of real estate.  I mentioned that it would be a good idea to leverage American dollars to buy real estate in foreign countries, Kenya for example.

She said her ex-boyfriend did that.  Once I realized that people _really do_ make a living doing this I was struck with the realization of how stuck I currently am, how unhappy I am at my current job, and how limited my thinking is.

I had the idea a few months ago to buy things from wholesalers in China and sell them on eBay.  I eventually narrowed down the category to “cosmetics” and was, of course, overjoyed when I saw MAC available.

Multiple emails and a returned Paypal payment later, I learned these were _fake_ MAC cosmetics.  Counterfeit.

I was #surprised, #frusterated, #upset, and #depressed all at the same time.  It was bad enough I had to avoid scammers who would take my money and run– now I’d have to watch out for scammers who wished to sell me fake MAC cosmetics.

Attempting to research eBay for other potentially profitable categories was equally frustrating.  eBay’s API was lacking and the only end-of-sale data I could come up with was either searching specific categories and specific search terms by hand or behind a paywall– inexpensive, yes, but I’d just been delivered an offer for full-time work and pushed off signup because of lack of use.

Needless to say, the whole idea fell by the wayside and for the last six months I’ve been too focused on my job, how tired it makes me, and which distraction I will consume next.

It took talking to my roommate in our kitchen to realize how focused I am.  Focused in areas that don’t bring me close to any palpable goal.

I do believe it’s possible.  I believe that I’ll enjoy it.  I enjoyed the few months I had working for myself.  I enjoy the freedom.  I enjoy not having the constant and underlying fear of being fired, of pushing myself to perform.

I don’t even know where to start.  I’ll ask  🙂

My 5-year-old and I were drawing the other day on scratch paper with fat-tipped Sharpies.

She showed me how to draw asteroids and it gave me a brilliant and sadistic idea.

I drew a town and people, simple, crudely-drawn folk going about their business in a crudely-drawn town. There was even a stick figure with a baby, one who had a suitcase, one who carried goods on the top of her head.

It was a busy, thriving town. Pompei, am I right? I’ll call National Geographic.

Once I was finished, she used her asteroid-drawing skills to decimate the place, i.e. quick drawn lines coming down from the top of the page. I also simulated the screams and death cries of the crudely-drawn inhabitants in the crudely-drawn town to give this whole exercise a dose of silly realism.

She pointed out, too, that the baby got toasted. Even the baby, wow. Ouch. Ruthless, this girl!

The hail of asteroids stopped but the damage had been done. The town was in ruins. To add insult to injury, a volcano popped up out of nowhere and flooded the whole thing with lava. What a disaster.

Not content to extinguish the human race so quickly and brutally, I drew scouting party from a different civilization that came to investigate the damage and possibly take over the land for their own.

Nope– mother nature’s 5-year-old ambassador wouldn’t have it. The asteroids savagely made extinct the scouting party and the lava sealed their tombs.

So I brought in the animals from the nearby plains. In a land devoid of human contamination they roam free across the land!

Nope. Dead. Asteroids and lava. The earth has it out for this part of the world, it seems.

Then, came the coup de grace.

She said, “Wait, now draw God.”

Ugh, I’m like 99% atheist– do we have to bring a god into this? She had attended a Baptist-run daycare for the last two years– I can only assume they slip in God and Jesus references– and there’s no way I’m going to squelch this little skit with no-fun atheism, so I complied. I drew a big, fat Christian God, a white guy in the sky. I even gave him a crown.

She said, “He has to have a mustache.”

Oops, yes, sorry– God is male and has a beard; I forgot.

So I drew some hair on the God floating in the sky above the ravaged, desolate wasteland.

What happened next floored me.

BOOM! The asteroids hit. SWOOSH, the lava hit!

I said, “Oh my god! The asteroids got God! And the lava!”

She said, “Yup, they killed God.”

Wow. Just. Wow.

I had to pause a sec. This had come from a 5-year-old who had attended a Christian day-care and whose grandparents are Mormon. I was convinced that she’d been brainwashed to the point that the Christian God was almighty and omni-everything in her eyes.

Nope. My 5-year-old killed god.

I’m proud of my baby.


4 cups brown rice
A handful of spinach leaves (stem removed)
2 “roma” tomatoes (chopped)
3 Tbs cilantro (chopped)
2-3 chopped hot dogs (or some other weird meat– just not chicken or turkey)
Pho soup and/or beef bullion cubes
1/2 of an onion (sliced)
2 green onions (chopped)


* Fill up a pot with water (i.e. tons more than the rice– don’t worry, we’ll strain it later) and add your flavor cubes and a tiny bit of salt;
* When it boils, add: the rice, meat, onions, and tomato;
* Turn down the heat to a little below medium;

Let it boil for about 30 minutes, then add the whole spinach leaves.

Let it boil for about 15 more minutes (the rice should be tender).

Then strain out some of the water, leaving enough to keep it juicy. Turn off the heat. Add the cilantro. Cover and let sit until it cools.

Full of fiber and nutrients, easy on the stomach, and tasty to boot.

I wish to marry a man like Henry Rollins.

What is it about anonymity that makes people such douchebags?

It’s tantamount to throwing insults while driving. Everyone who is 16 or older is guilty of that. When we no longer have the consequence of seeing our target face-to-face they’re no longer a real person and are simply an electronic avatar that can’t physically hurt you.

A character in a virtual universe is essentially anonymity; you have only have a made-up name. It is difficult– if not impossible– for the average person to have the know-how to trace communications on a private server back to the originating computer let alone physically find that person, look them in the eye, and tell them how disappointed their mother would be (they may not even care– I know I don’t) and how you pray daily to Jesus Christ and Allah that people close to them contract debilitating and incurable cancer.

It must boil down to the fact that– simply put– people are shit. That one percent DNA difference that gives us the advantage in the technology race over apes is … well … simply that. One percent advantage.

Greed, avarice, jealousy, self-absorption, and … douchebaggery toward fellow symbiotes … weren’t a part of that one percent.