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| Thursday, July 16th, 2009 | | 9:54 pm |
Decisions
It seems to me that the only way I can do all the things that I daydream about doing, is by opening my own business, so that I can work on my own terms and make my own money. Man, thats pretty shitty news. | | Sunday, July 12th, 2009 | | 10:15 pm |
All A-Swirl
So, i saw Marlo again today. Talked for a while, but man. I just can't handle it. We do butt heads, every time, but this time I didn't let her get away with it. Unfortunately, I believe I manifest adrenaline rather physically, and tend to get shaky. This makes me nervous, because I'm trying to look "strong", but yeah. Anyways, the topic at hand. I fucking love her ass. Its just so... awesome. Its the exact example of a regular white girl ass - it is not massive, it is not round, it is not even really heart shaped. I suppose if i had to pick a shape, it would be oval - but really, such a shape has no description, other than drooling. The irony of the situation at hand lies within her boyfriend. And thats not to say that she has one - I hope you understand why, but I just don't care - but the man is so much like I thought you needed to be in order to get and keep a girl. Yes, seriously. Frankly, he's such a wet noodle, I don't know how she can stand it. Either she is much more shallow than I thought (it is only fair to point out he is in much better shape), but man, talking to him is seriously like talking to an empty shell. Its not that hes like some stupid people - he is not, for example, vacuous. He does not CONSUME intelligence, like some do. No, he simply has nothing going on in his head other than horses and apparantly, girls. It is really quite likely that a portion of my attraction for her and dislike of him is exactly the sort of relationship that it is. It is a proof of concept on the idea that a totally wussy guy can have a really hot girl, which totally rubs it in MY face, because I was so clearly unable to do it. And sadly, am still prone to such incredibly foolish behaviour. I suppose its only natural I'm working to become more rational (and thankfully, I think, succeeding), as some of the most upsetting and scarring memories are of such things as my feelings misinterpreted by others - or even worse, misinterpreted by me - so my ability to control them is most likely to be the best course of action towards my larger goals of life and happiness. My emotions, they are a-swirlin' as of late, and it's really just restlessness. Its sinking that im seriously running OUT of money, and I'm just not ok with doing that. There are no easy sources of money, so I can't rely on anyone else to lend me enough to get me by. I guess the economy /is/ rough - No one has any money. God, I really want to keep writing, but I really need to go to sleep. Responsibility, you win this round. -Fred (This may be actual documented proof that marijuana has at least no affect on someone's motivation. It is rational to assume that as I mature, I get more responsible, as I need to fulfill a larger role in society. Therefore, it is rational to assume that my arguable increased desire for responsibility, which I am not trying very hard to encourage (you ask too much of me!) that sort of behaviour, and I am not trying to inhibit it. It is certainly not a perfect experiment - the closest control is how responsible I /used/ to be, which is of course wildly crazy and not acceptable to any sort of actual scientist. However, for the sake of using something rational to analyze something irrational, (much like using a digital device to analyze an analog signal [seriously, check out the wikipedia page]), is ultimately flawed. You can only use so many samples per example, so you have to "guess" and fill in the blanks. Its a totally imperfect thing, which is simply the law of things... DAMN THAT RISING ENTROPY! http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/moxy_fruvous/entropy.html | | 1:33 pm |
In Memoriam
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace As she slams the door in his drunken face And now he stands outside And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool He cries oh, girl you must be mad, What happened to the sweet love you and me had? Against the door he leans and starts a scene, And his tears fall and burn the garden green And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually A little indian brave who before he was ten, Played wargames in the woods with his indian friends And he built up a dream that when he grew up He would be a fearless warrior indian cheif Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until Tomorrow he would sing his first warsong and fight his first battle But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually There was a young girl, whos heart was a frown cause she was crippled for life, And she couldnt speak a sound And she wished and prayed she could stop living, So she decided to die She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore And to her legs she smiled you wont hurt me no more But then a sight shed never seen made her jump and say Look a golden winged ship is passing my way And it really didnt have to stop, it just kept on going... And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually. ---- Why didn't you see that golden winged ship! | | Saturday, July 4th, 2009 | | 12:08 pm |
Art
I don't understand what Noelle's directors are thinking for these photoshoots shes having done. They don't appear to understand that "Rediculously artsy and over the top" is not equal to "good photography". I do understand the desire for "edgy" photography - perhaps, especially when someone such as Noelle where to try it - but I'm afraid that modern art simply sucks. That being said, there is certainly an appreciation for the sorts of things Noelle is wearing - however, they are simply so incredibly stark in comparison to the rest of the picture, that they stand out, and hurt my eyes. Take what I believe to be her latest set on Facebook/Myspace. Ingredients: 1 Noelle 1 Stupid Hairstyle 12 Pounds of Stupid Makeup 1 Sexy Outfit 1 Pair of Sexy Boots 1 Pair of Sexy Leggings 2 gallons of a mysterious substance You take the Noelle (a very, very naturally pretty girl - her beauty is in her simplicity, in the subtlety of her curves, in her slightness. The contrast between the outlandish outfit, I understand. You have a girl who enjoys expressing her inner, hidden self in an outlandish way. +100 points. No pictures of her just looking pretty. -20 points. This is the simplest thing in the world, especially with such a girl. Point camera at target. Half click for focus, full click. Done. All of he pictures she has a silly face. They are all unpleasant. -30 points. Which idiot left the tags on the boots? -20 points. A cat? wtf? -30 points Why are they all so angry? -20 points. Humourous breakdowns aside, I think what happened here is that: I missed the point. Maybe there's a preface I missed? I'm old. I guess pretty girls looking pretty are out now? It was a joke. Not a very funny one. But yes, a little funny. My point here is that Noelle, and indeed, pretty much all but the most cursed women are capable of having good, pleasing photos taken of them. Noelle is very much a very pretty girl, and I think that she is being done a disservice by having these shitty pictures taken of her. You can not increase the artisticness of a photo without also increasing its pleasantness. Much like a can of poo is not art, neither are strategically aligned boxes (expect for some genuinely pleasing shapes - but those are much more pleasing when viewed as what they truly are - the Parthenon [It used to be painted! Red and blue, with white showing] and its ilk.), and neither is paint spots on a canvas. Just no! I think Picasso may be the least artlike of all "art". It is certainly art though. Expression doesn't have to be good or talented to be expression. God, my poetry is awful. But I write it because I need to. We are all familiar Picasso - I need not discuss it at length. Abstract art is another good one - while I appreciate that random shapes are sometimes pleasant, and again respect the concept of freedom of expression, I have to question anyone who would consider buying some, and not just making it themselves. Some of the architecture stuff is cool, but why build a strange building when you can build a magnificent one? -Fred | | Tuesday, June 30th, 2009 | | 3:32 am |
I Wish This Could Be An Actual Excuse / State Of The Fred Address
Although your actions may not produce practical results today, you are still able to justify what you do. You are learning new ways to handle familiar situations and although some changes are needed, it's easier to just maintain the status quo. Don't worry about things reverting to the way By Rick Levine they once were. You are on an evolutionary path, so don't look back. By Rick Levine Horoscope for Tuesday, June 30, 2009 ---------------- I am two faces of the same coin. I represent one, unified value, which fluctuates based upon a massive array of inputs, focused mainly on people. I am a commodity - I may spend myself, at the expense of any number of my posessions (from time, to health, to happyness, etc) sacrifice it to gain something I find of equal value. I recognize that I have a finite number expenses. Much like the yin and yang, this coin represents two polar opposites. On one face, I have emotion. They are powerful, dangerous, chords of energy that I may grab onto. They are addictive. On the other face, I have ration. My rational face is cold, calculating, and accurate. It can analyze a situation against all other situations i've ever experienced, can make leaping jumps in logic, can learn faster than the teacher can teach, and is a sponge for what I find important. It absorbs all information that it finds remotely relevant to anything - because alone, it may be worthless, but it may be the final, tiny gear in a massive web of gears that at least... turns... and the Slap O' Knowledge comes crashing in. My rational mind is safe. It is right, it is secure, it is truth. There are no lies to it - it has no time for lies. Because of this, it is impossible to lie to myself. This is where the yin and yang truly start to make sense. Because of, among other things, my inability to lie to myself (about things like motivation, interest, etc), I am occasionally consumed by turmoil, by emotion. A close look at any correct yin and yang symbol will show the small dot of the opposite contained within it. Here, this clearly illustrates that without my emotions, I would have ration. My emotions are a primary motivator for becoming more rational, because my emotions are at very least interesting, and at their very worst an obliterating torrent of white-hot destruction. Because my emotions are so important, the tempering and discovery of them is paramount. Only through experience and experiment can I truly learn my emotions, as again, I build all of my knowledge from experience. However, the rationality of constantly exposing oneself to emotional distraught is rather low. So, life moves on normally, as I continue to discover what lies around me. During this, I get to learn about the amazing world around me, and about this one thing I find especially fascinating: Women. However, they add another thick, heavy layer of confusion and difficulty. Now I must learn her emotions, so that I may better understand her and as such, love her. Meanwhile, my emotions shift and move, like the tectonic plates of any planet - the molten core of my emotions, heating me and providing me with life - my god what an accurate comparison - keeping the surface, the shifting plates of my rationality, propelled into one another by logic and reasoning. Plates break, splinter away, and some sink into the sea. Some separate into other continents of thought - some rocket skyward into the stratosphere, just too difficult to imagine - still others, deep keeled, moved slowly, but yes, they do move. Ultimately, I am either right or wrong. I either posses the correct information, or I do not. I have no need for incorrect information (other than to trigger the correct information), and I know that much of my information is correct. Most alarmingly, the questions of why and how are notoriously difficult to answer, as many people don't ponder those sorts of things. Take, for example, a common thought experiment of mine. You take something from our universe, some principal, and remove it. The easiest to imagine is friction. Imagine our world, completely without any sort of friction. It may be hard to truly understand the gravity of the situation at hand. Imagine yourself doing a simple task - brushing your teeth? Not only is the brush completely impossible to hold, but the toothpaste is impossible to get on the toothbrush. Furthermore, if you COULD do that, the toothpaste won't be able to remove the stains from your teeth. And even then! Perhaps the stains wouldn't even form. The molecules would be moving completely without hindrance - I can't imagine them having any reason to stain your teeth, seeing as how they'd be passing by without actually being abrasive enough to stain. It also seems like chewing would be hard. So, now you see what I'm talking about. I'm like this quite a bit now, and I like it. It is very calming, very relaxing, and very stable. I can actually speak in truthful definites now, and am good at finding errors in logic elsewhere in life. It is still extremely hard for me to control anything that has to do with love. It is so incredibly difficult for me to temper myself - not that I'm some slavering fool, or jesus, any sort of fool as I was before. I am by all intents and purposes, relatively calm. But man, I don't understand it. I had barely even met Leanne, and being away from her left this deathly rot of anxiety in my solar plexus. It was terrible - I was genuinely in agony from it. I mean, what the hell are you supposed to do in that situation? I went to Aaron's house, drank a bit, smoked a bit, and tried not to talk about her. And this is the thing, I get hung up on potential. I realize and accept that its the beginning. Totally. I am fully aware, accepting of, and comfortable with taking things slow, and getting to know you. However, I think about all the cool things that couples get to do, and I get excited, cause I really want to do those things. I really want to travel around, and just go and do stupid shit. I want to smoke weed, I want to play games, and I want to have lots of sex, with at least a heavy dose of kinkyness. This is funniest part - I'm even being rational about looking for girls on craigslist. And you know, I've been insulted with "rationalizing" some decision. "Wow Fred, you can rationalize anything, can't you?". What the fuck kind of a question is that? Are you retarded? Of course I made my decision based on rationale. I use my fucking brains to make decisions. Thats what it is FOR. If you ask me a question, I will answer it rationally. An explanation of ones actions is specifically asking for a rational answer - giving an emotional answer to that question would be nonsensical. "Why would you rather work from 10pm - 7pm?" "Because I hate you, and I hate your face." Emotional decisions have brought us tyranny, and an out of control media empire. This is actually what fear-based country is all about. I am only afraid of that which I cannot understand, and that is always a temporary state. Except women. | | Monday, June 8th, 2009 | | 1:13 pm |
Dreams
I have dreamt twice in a row about a 10PM government-mandated curfew. ---- All i want to be is happy. To be happy, I need money. I need to enjoy my job in order for life to be worth living. If I enjoy my job, I will be the best the world has ever seen at it, and I will be incredibly successful. May my future contain the opportunities for me to life a fulfilling life - and perhaps most important, may I have the clairvoyance and clairaudience to detect when those opportunities arise. Amen. -Fred | | Sunday, May 31st, 2009 | | 7:44 pm |
Calling It
I'm just gonna go ahead and call it: Noelle is the most likely person I know who will, at some point, be naked on the internet. It is not that I find her trashy, or think she has low morals... Its just something that the universe is aligned to allow. | | Tuesday, May 19th, 2009 | | 7:32 pm |
Rational
It is irrational to judge someone based on their race, posessions, looks, clothes, etc. But what about people who behave poorly? Is it possible for someone to not deserve something, based on their behaviour? Who am I to judge? Especially considering how I've been judged unfairly before, typecast and pidgeonholed. I suppose it is left to me to remove my own jealousy, and to stop judging others because they have something I do not. | | Thursday, April 30th, 2009 | | 7:14 pm |
| | Saturday, April 25th, 2009 | | 2:00 pm |
Hello, I'd like to mention to you that the price you are asking for your 944 is too high. I've been watching you try to sell that car for ages now - you must realize that the "Porsche" name does not add much value to the not very valuable 944. One of you even has severe, poorly repaired front end damage, that is not in your ad at all. Not only does this severely affect the value of the car, but also makes the car less reliable as a whole. You need to realize that you are selling at least a 20 year old car, in a market that contains not only plain 944's (which sell for, if in perfect [and none of your cars are anywhere CLOSE to perfect] shape, $4,000.), but also 944 turbos (which actually retain their value) selling for under $7,000, and S2's selling for under $5,000. I urge you to not be offended by this email - I am merely trying to help you be informed so you may better sell the vehicle you apparently want to sell. I've included a series of links of cars of similar prices, to see what you are competing against. Again, please remember - the 944 is not a valuable Porsche - not in this economy, and that is the truth. http://vancouver.en.craigslist.ca/cto/1133297911.htmlhttp://vancouver.en.craigslist.ca/ctd/1128424980.htmlhttp://vancouver.en.craigslist.ca/cto/1119672333.html - Stated work is about 100$ http://vancouver.en.craigslist.ca/cto/1082063200.htmlIf any of you would like to lower your price - most of you would need to cut it, dare I say it, in half - however, I hope each of you will simply offer your 944's for the money they are worth, rather than waiting around for someone stupid enough to pay such an insane amount of money for one. Which could happen, but it certainly won't if they're looking on Craigslist, not with so many other cars on the market: http://seattle.craigslist.org/see/ctd/1136382151.htmlhttp://seattle.craigslist.org/see/cto/1136423362.htmlhttp://seattle.craigslist.org/see/cto/1138801625.htmlhttp://seattle.craigslist.org/see/ctd/1139503436.htmlObviously, these cars are in Seattle, with US prices. However, this is a small sample of the cars that are available for comparable prices. I realize that they are much more expensive - but you must remember that these cars are old. There simply is no getting around that. That first link is to a 2001 Boxter Cabriolet with Tiptronic - one of the best automatic transmission technologies ever made. Porsche pioneered the computer-controlled transmission, and it's in this car. More than that, its more powerful than a 944, safer than a 944, is a convertible, and is only 8 years old. Its current price is $12,000 US. I saw one a month or two ago for sell for $10,000 - it took a month to sell. Finally, I'd like to mention some of the other 944's I've seen (in person) and their selling price. Sadly, I have no Craigslist links for any of them - you will have to take my word for it! 1988 944S2 with 100,000 Miles - 4,800 - white on black, fully optioned, with the sport package and limited slip, ABS brakes, airbags, 16 valves, etc 1987 944 with 150,000 Miles - 2500 - red on black, base 944, new paint job, timing belt, no accidents 1988 944S with ~150,000 kilometers - 1900 - needed 500 in parts for a suspension job, no major accidents, fully optioned, sport package, limited slip, abs, airbags, 16 valves, etc http://vancouver.en.craigslist.ca/cto/1073323238.html - Not sold yet, but he's just too far of a drive to look at! Ok, that's all for me. For those of you who still don't want to sell for any less - even though you almost certainly won't - that is your right, and I do hope you get that much for one. However, my only request, is that you not let them rot into the ground. These cars create very strong attachments to their owner, and if you want a car to enjoy driving, then I can personally promise you that you will love driving your 944 around. And that's how you know I'm not here to mess with or confuse any of you - unless you absolutely MUST sell it, keep it. The attachment and enjoyment you can get out of such a vehicle is astounding, and I don't doubt for a second that you won't regret selling it. Drain the fluids from it, and store it somewhere, and whenever you've got some extra money (itll happen eventually), fix that timing belt, or that bad body job, etc. Best regards, and good luck selling, Anonymous. PS - Don't lie about the state of your car. All it does it make you look like a fool when we get there and see the truth. | | Wednesday, April 15th, 2009 | | 7:58 pm |
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Do you love me now that I smoke pot? | | Thursday, April 2nd, 2009 | | 5:50 pm |
Superstitious Behaviour in Relationships
When we hear Frank Sinatra singing about “that old black magic called love,” most of us can identify. We recognize those head-over-heels, reason-out-the-window feelings that appear early in a relationship. The effects of falling in love are so powerful and uncontrollable, it’s as if we have been either enchanted or bewitched by some supernatural force. This is because the chemicals whizzing around our brains and our loins make us do and think strange things that we cannot seem to rein in with reason. That’s why it’s called “falling in love”—like gravity, you can’t help yourself when you start to stumble. ADVERTISEMENT And look at what we do when we fall “madly” in love. Obsession, delusion, and paranoia are all part of the irrational thoughts and behaviors that come with this territory. We believe in the unbelievable. We develop little quirks of behavior and superstitious routines that help us cope with the uncertainty of romance. If we feel lucky to have found love, some of us try to control that luck through acting out weird patterns of behavior that we would normally dismiss as irrational. For example, we are all familiar with traditional lucky talismans such as black cats and four-leaf clovers, but many of us also develop more personal and private superstitions that make us feel more comfortable on a date or during the early stages of a relationship. It could be wearing the same lucky shirt, always arriving for a date at exactly the same time, or making sure our partner ends the telephone conversation with the same signature sign-off. We’ll do anything to keep the magic alive. Most of us engage in this superstitious behavior, but why? The answer might be in our brains and the way that it copes with uncertainty. Uncertainty is an unpleasant state to be in, as it leads to anxiety. Whenever we experience something that seems uncontrollable, such as falling in love, we seek to gain control. In fact, we cannot really help ourselves. Our brains are wired to seek out patterns in the world—especially at times when we are uncertain about outcomes. And what could be more unpredictable than the early whirlwind of a passionate romance? Whenever we are unsure of ourselves, or the prospect of loss is great, many of us engage in activities that we believe are somehow linked to securing what we want in life. How does the brain do this? To begin, it picks up on unusual events or happenings when things have gone well in an effort to repeat the success. If things go well again, very soon we see the ritual as responsible for the outcome. It’s like making a wish that comes true, but instead of wishful thinking, it’s superstitious behavior. It’s exactly the same mechanism operating in athletes who engage in pre-game rituals or gamblers who have to play certain machines or do things in a certain order. Once a superstitious ritual forms, it can be very hard to rid oneself of it. Maybe we shouldn’t always try to act rationally, but rather allow ourselves to occasionally go with the emotional flow and comfort that rituals can provide. The irony is that if you try to stop yourself from being superstitious (which often one cannot), then you feel more anxiety, which in turn leads you to seek more control. This is because superstitions operate at the emotional level in the brain, and while we can try to apply cold logic, heated emotions are very difficult to regulate through reason. We might tell ourselves to get a grip, but deep down our emotional brain is firing on all cylinders. So love, romance, and the fear of loss is the perfect recipe for superstitious behavior. With time, you can learn to relax as priorities shift to other concerns in a relationship such as setting up home, the prospect of children, or seeking a secure financial future. As we gain more control over the situation or the uncertainty weakens, we may feel less of an urge to engage in superstitious behavior. Ultimately, we should recognize in ourselves and in our partner that love can make us believe in the unbelievable. For more information about Bruce M. Hood, click here. To purchase his new book, SuperSense click here. Or, browse first by clicking here. | | Monday, March 30th, 2009 | | 1:56 am |
| | Saturday, March 21st, 2009 | | 4:08 pm |
On The Advancement and Future of Humanity
I think that humanity as a whole is reaching a turning point. Ill talk about the West first. (Well, most European Based societies) I used to subscribe to the huge catastrophe idea - and still think it possible, but not as much as before - but have lately been really noticing that humanity as a whole - despite many many loud, opinionated people who makes lots of noise - is moving away from many things. It reminds me a lot of the civil war of the US. Or the advent of the Industrial age, or the renaissance era, or other areas that are marked with a significant change. We've gone through massive wars, famine, disease, religion that ruled the world, empires which ruthlessly expand their borders regardless of the loss of human life - on either side. However, I think we may be making a final push, in the western world, away from religion. The "Big C's" (anything Christ based, really), is really in a rapid decline. I currently do not a single person who believes in the Bible wholly. A couple believe bits and pieces - usually just in Heaven and Hell, and that you should be a good person to not go to hell. I've known rabid fanatics, and i've known one "normal" religious person, for whom I had (and have) a great deal of respect. Many European Nations have a separation of church and state clause in their constitutions, and many follow them religiously (pun intended). The modern day drug culture is strong, and government, especially in Canada, and especially in BC, as well as, famously, California in the US, have a cultural acceptance of marijuana use in public places. It is not unknown for someone to invite a stranger to offer sharing a joint to someone who appears interested - and non smokers politely decline or simply walk past without any sort of word. While certainly still illegal in the US and Canada, the local culture ultimately dominates the perspective of the police force. Here in BC, the police will usually confiscate anything more than a couple joints, but will otherwise not file charges or otherwise harass the offenders. I recognize this and other things as humanity maturing - the rejection of religion as a science, the acceptance of alternative lifestyles of many many types, as well as the strong emergence of such lifestyles (gaming culture, drug culture, sex culture, emotional culture, internet culture, etc) and integration into modern society. Even 5 years ago I would not expect to see a woman working at a Sears with purple hair - clearly a girl in her mid 20's. Dissent is, at last, beign recognized as crucial to the survival of humanity, and is rising like a torrent to wash away corruption and ultimately, a government that rules without the respect and backing of its people. People are beginning to realize that the government will collapse under its own weight of corruption and beaurocracy, and that the government is not all-knowing, all-powerful, infallible god-king like the Egyptian Pharohs, or even the deified Roman Emperors. Even the Romans lost faith in their government. Iceland, just recently, lost faith in its own monetary system, and had their government collapse. This fills me with hope and pride - and is very, very important. The idea that a government can collapse from such a thing - not even from direct distrust of the government itself, but from the money it issues and takes - is crucial to the advancement of modern society. It is crucial that the floating monetary unit be completely annihilated - a society of any sort, that bases its money off simply the value of currency as set by the government - is insanity. Monetary systems like the US's, which is based off the government itself borrowing money from a privately owned corporation, is doomed to self destruction. That is the true weakness of the current implementation of capitalism in the US today - the entire society is built around the public taking on as much debt a possible - the debt owed to banks is used to finance the governments debt, etc (i need to do more research on this - havent been in the mood to study economics lately. America: Freedom to Facism, The Corporation, Zeitgeist I and II, and a few other documentaries with outrageous titles are my only current sources, but they stand up to basic logic at the very least.). If the US lost faith in its dollar, we would be in for a real treat. Hopefully, there would simply be a revolution, which would bring our laws back into what they looked like closer to the founding of the US - modern societal rules, of course, would be preserved (gay marriage, no racism, etc) and hopefully, the US population would expect a much higher degree of transparency from their government. Canada could do with a revolution as well - while improving, Canada's elections are still pretty much a joke. While the actual voting process is so simple as to be revolutionary, the true changes are required a little further back in time - removal of the notwithstanding clause (which allows any province to ignore any piece of the Canadian Constitution for any reason for any length of time, things like slavery, equality, and even the modern-day outrage that is the Quebecois Language Police), a refined version of the US's electoral college - indeed, to fulfill the same function as the US E.C., (leveling out the stratified voting that occurs here - each province has very much its own attitude, and currently, population density is what wins votes. A smart aspiring PM goes for votes from Toronto, Quebec City, and Vancouver, as they are the 3 largest cities in Canada), removal of the PM's ability to dissolve parliament, and generally, strengthen the checks and balances between the three branches of government, the implementation of the right to bears arms for the sake of armed rebellion (like the US right to bear arms) and finally, strengthening the constitution against unconstitutional laws. This is a thought I've been playing with: Abolishment of the public school system. I have to go, so i'll leave you with a cryptic thought: If you where the government, seeking to subvert your people... Would you educate them properly? Me neither! -Fred I ain't gonna work for Maggie's Farm no more.-------------------- I beg of you - please comment! Nothing could be more helpful to me. Pick ONE THING you disagree with, and post, even anonymously. This is an introduction to a few of my current ideas, and as many of you know, I love and require a good discussion to solidify or correct my world and political views. | | Wednesday, March 18th, 2009 | | 1:13 am |
Keep An Eye Out
I've been thinking about making a "Songs Everyone Should Know" list. Itll have hopefully music that everyone should know, and everyone should listen to : ) I won't spoil the surprise, but its not all Incubus, so don't worry. Its an experiment on what I think is "Universally Good Music" - music that, no matter what, everyone likes. -Fred | | Tuesday, March 17th, 2009 | | 9:16 pm |
The Way It Affects Me
Good: Appreciation of simple truths Godlike sense of humour Ability to be truly philosophical Not harmful in any way (depending on how you consume it) Believed to have incredible medical properties (now featuring actual scientific studies!!!)* And I can certainly attest, it hasn't brought the BC society to its knees at all. I can't really explain what happened with ICBC though. Musta forgot about the meeting. ANYWAYS. I do like how it makes me feel. Its something I look forward to doing. Its hard to not slap a label of being something potentially dangerous to my future. I've been so incredibly brainwashed by the US school system (compared to my true BC brethren), been given so much false information, its hard to sort through it all. All that can be done is to inspect the changes it has on my life, and see what direction it takes me. But at that same time, it inspires in me the same sort of behaviour that is so cliche of a teenage pot smoker, creating a noted increase in my desire for general mischeif. They flash into my mind like someone showing me a picture, and the words "oh dude, wouldn't it be awesome if..." are on the very tip of my tongue, and fill my mind like an explosion for just a moment - fortunatley, being more mature than that aforementioned teen, the idea is gone, discarded in stdout. (Im trying to use more powerful and visual words when i write). Its a nice thing to do. Its like watching tv before going to bed. Or reading a book. Its relaxing, calming, and fun. I haven't not smoked pot since I started smoked alone. I've plateud in consumption - i require the same amount for the same amount of time, but if im not doing anything later in the day, then i start earlier. I do try not to do this though, but sometimes I make too big a deal about it, get nervous about it, and smoke becuase now its this huge big thing, and it shouldn't be. I am experiencing the creativity portion of it - the philospholical ideas are soaring. I approach things in different ways, and in ways that are geniunely intuitive and clever. I have also had a few very moments - brought to tears by something that took me a long time to truly imagine. I have also had more energy, been happier, eat better, and am starting to get tired at times most people consider human. Im still ignoring it and staying up late anyways though. It has helped bring to light the true, awesome, amazing thing that is the female form, and also lesbians. "Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our [crops]; there it enters the roots of the [shrubs], to be changed into [weed]; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy." --Benjamin Franklin, speaking on wine --Me, butchering of a great mans quote See? Simple truths. I wholly and truthfully encourage anyone who is afraid of marijuana because of what they have heard. It is not dangerous, especially if you only smoke enough times to experience it properly. Be safe and responsible, and above all, don't be afraid! -Fred * I myself have personally met two people who claim that smoking completely or significantly removes their chronic, always there, pain. | | Monday, February 16th, 2009 | | 4:47 am |
A Simple Truth
I'll do anything I enjoy more than once. Brought to you by Stoned Universal. -Fred | | Friday, January 23rd, 2009 | | 1:43 am |
More Pointless Complaining About Women
Got the cold shoulder from Casey yesterday. I'm really getting sick of this. Aaron mentioned that I always seem to target women who are either: Lesbians or Who exude that aura of disinterest that is more common of the asexual. Not his words. I agreed with him at the time, and I do still, but theres one important catch: They are the only interesting girls I know! The two others are dreadfully boring - I need excitement! Spice! ENERGY! Alex! Damn you for your monopoly on an extroverted female personality. Start outsourcing, lest you hate capitalism. In all seriousness, its really starting to seem like Vancouver women just dont get it. Aaron Dunns new girlfriend doesnt fit the bill though. Shes rather outgoing. Ah, but theres another important thing to note: its not about being loud, or smiling, its about being interesting. I was more interested in Aarons (not-particularily-my-body-type) girlfriend, than I am in the two girls in my class combined! To the women of Vancouver: RELAX. I'm not here to molest you - I swear, I actually am here to talk to you. -Fred
What are you waiting for?
A certain shade of green? | | Wednesday, January 21st, 2009 | | 12:33 am |
Drunk, Sex, and other inappropriate subjects.
Liz Vivious' boyfriend pisses me off. Hes such a douchebag - an emo kid undeserving of such an incredibly hot woman. I mean, WOW. Every now and then, it really strikes me. How beautiful the female form is. Being (far too) cereberal, i compare (many different) girls to the male form. It is astounding that women find the male form attractive. Compared to the female form - smooth, sleek, soft, curvy - the definition of sexy - the male form is incredibly inferior. Whats more astounding, is how incredibly varied we all are. From petite women to large women, and from small men to large men, there is literally every combination possible in the world of men and women. And it doesnt cease to enflare my jealousy when a seemingly inferior man has a seemingly superior woman. Gold-encased condoms aside, the personality that is shown in a woman or man when naked is surprisingly telling. Liz Vicious, a common subject of my thoughts, is clearly a class A bitch. I would know, I've dated at least one. Despite that, she has an unspeakably alluring appeal. She is the one primary example of the breakdown of my primary sexual tenant: I must feel something for her. I must have some intensity of attraction, from hardly any to the most intense imaginable, there must be something. I cannot be attracted to that which i loathe, and that which i feel nothing. I am simply not that simple. Which is VERY frustrating. I do wish i could simply take whatever i wish - but i simply cannot. I have no interest. If i attempt to force interest, the key player in the play simply ignores my desires. It is currently an issue. You see, theres a girl. Her name is Gina. Shes an asian girl, from Taiwan. Shes cute, but not really cute. There is clearly a rockin body under those conservative clothes, however. But, shes also boring. Shes not dumb, or annoying. Shes just... not a sparkler. Shes not outgoing, shes not loud, shes not funny, shes not witty. Shes predictable. Shes boring. Its such an "Oh...." type moment. When I first met her, I was intrigued. I mean, come on. AN ASIAN GIRL. I was very intrigued. But, she never opened up, she never blossomed, she never met me at my level. She was never as interesting as my friends, my current or past interests, or even myself. And its a shame. Id love to experience the asian part of the world. But even thats a concern - I may be too much for her. I know what that sounds like! But its true. Shes a small asian girl. Asians arent known for their tolerance of sexuality. I need intensity, i need loudness, I need fireworks. Not traffic lights. I need an exploding orgasm. If she was Canadianized, or Americanized, yeah, id go for it. But i've seen the sort of things a true chinese (or Taiwanese) girl can offer. And other than a rockin body, theres not much. Which isnt enough! I need more, so much MORE, than looks. I need emotion, passion, fireworks, bucking hips, moans, wide eyes, uncuntrollable hip gyrations, twitching. Maybe I'm drunk, and inflating my own ego, but damnit, i need someone who can handle me! I'm no slouch - i love sex too much to be in it for myself. I need to see the orgasm rip through the female body uncontrollably, contorting and twisting the beautiful female form i see before me. I need to hear that barely concealed squeal. I need to feel the uncontrolled tightening of her stomach. The mouth wide open, trying to be quiet so no one can hear - but ulimately unable to supress it. I need to see the look of surprise in her eyes, as she drifts off to sleep, exhausted for the first time in her life, from 15 to 30 minutes of pleasure. When she finally understands that they do exist, that a man who loves to see a woman in orgasm is real, and whats more, strives to every time push her further, faster, no matter the cost, who wants to have sex more than once because that means he can improve, he can take up where he left off, he can push you past where you said "this was the best ever", every time. His ultimate goal being the purest of pleasure, for her, to where her eyes roll back, to where the only word she can even imagine, is "Woooooooow". To the point where afterwards, the idea of moving enough to put your clothes back on is unimaginable, impossible. Where sex revolves around you - not because he thinks he owes it to you, but simply because he enjoys nothing in this world more than having your hips come off the bed, uncontrollably, irresistably, becuase nothing moving your hips would be insane. Grinding your hips into whatever the source, becuase it feels nothing like you could have ever imagined. Because the guy with too-long hair somehow knows where the spot that everyone else - or maybe one or two others found it - missed. Am I bragging? Hell. Probably. But you know - I'm drunk. I feel good. I feel like saying what I know, because just maybe someone I don't know yet needed to see it. Yeah. I do make love. Sex is for the uninitiated. -Fred Bucking hips since 2004. P.S. Its not about the conquest. Its about sharing the feeling. I've met an astounding number of girls who have only cum at their own hands - or worse, never at all. I just dont get it. It took me one time, with every girlfriend ive ever had, to figure them out. I wish there was a way to talk about it without sounding like a total whore or douchebag. Im no slut, im not an exploiter, I just really love girls. And to me, theres no sense having sex without having the girl cum. How selfish could you be to leave all the orgasms to yourself? Especially considering how much stronger a female orgasm is to a male orgasm. Have you ever cum at the same time as your girlfriend? Its an incredibly amazing experience - emotionally and physically. The emotion involved is surprising - and truly awakening. I remember, I had a girlfriend in middle school. She was two years older than me, and in high school. I came over to her house after we broke up, and we fooled around. I remember, throughout all of highschool (and to a lesser extent, now) being incredibly insecure. See, I made the mistake of inflating my numbers. Now, I had nothing to be concerned about. However, looking down from up here... its a little disconcerting. Especially considering porn. Needless to say, I was more than a little insecure. I told the truth at first, but i "corrected" myself and added an extra inch. Further compounding the issue, I had yet to realize that girth is what truly mattered, and neglected to mention such a statistic. Ironic. Nothing happened, other than a few inopportune peekings on her part (it was not very reassuring), but it had set the stage for my insecurity. ( The Nitty Gritty. The non-curious need not apply. )By reading this or any entry in this LiveJournal, you agree to the following terms and conditions: 1. You will not, under any circumstances, hold any material against the Poster. 2. You will not, under any circumstances, judge the poster unfairly. 3. You will not, under any circumstances, use this post to make any decisions that may negatively impact the poster. 4. You will not, under any circumstances, take this post out of context. 5. You will not, under any circumstances, refuse to take part in any event, be it social or work related, based on the content in this or any other post. 6. You will not, under any circumstances, intentionally hurt the feelings of the poster. Everything is open for discussion - nothing is open to fruitless negativity. Remember - not everyone is as happy, secure, or sober as you. | | Monday, January 19th, 2009 | | 12:57 am |
Cherry Poppin' Daddies
Shrooms went great last night. It still amazes me how bizarre the puritan logic of the US is. I remember being taught, IN SCHOOL, how evil so many things are. As with everything, moderation is key - abuse is the hidden catch that everyone neglects. Smoking pot will not hurt you in the least. Eating Shrooms wont either. At the very least, they are neither a permanent detriment nor a permanent positive. At their best, they open doors you hadnt seen before, they bring to light truths about yourself and others you hadnt thought of before, and so many other things. They are an overall positive force in the world, and I do believe that people should ultimately be responsible for themselves. Rules and laws are meant to be broken, as they are created with the intention of making regular life and basic freedoms illegal, one tiny step, one tiny inch at a time. Just remember: "Those who are willing to sacrifice a tiny amount of freedom for a tiny amount of security lose both and deserve neither". There is no sentence that describes my thoughts and beliefs more. -------------------------- Some people are not so easily forgotten. I think the next time I visit, ill be ready for the truth. Ill be ready to finally see you. And who knows what hell on earth and my mind ill create. I sure know how to do one thing more than anything: Stir up trouble. If nothing else, remember this: I still think about you more often than I thought I would. I still miss you, admittedly, so much less than before, but I do still wish I had you. Even if only for one more moment. -Fred Zoot suit riot, RIOT! Throw back a bottle of beer. Current Mood:  drunk |
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